The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard …
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Sculptor
To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, …
Read Poem »Rhyme
I’ve got a stubborn goose whose gut’s Honeycombed with golden …
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Day of mist: day of tarnish with hands unserviceable, I …
Read Poem »Recantation
‘Tea leaves I’ve given up, And that crooked line On …
Read Poem »Pursuit
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE …
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Jade — Stone of the side, The antagonized Side of …
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Among orange-tile rooftops and chimney pots the fen fog slips, …
Read Poem »Prologue To Spring
The winter landscape hangs in balance now, Transfixed by glare …
Read Poem »Private Ground
First frost, and I walk among the rose-fruit, the marble …
Read Poem »Poppies in October
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor …
Read Poem »Poppies In July
Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? …
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