Tag Archives: Poems

“This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. …

The fountains are dry and the roses over. Incense of …

Sky and sea, horizon-hinged Tablets of blank blue, couldn’t, Clapped …

By the roots of my hair some god got hold …

We came over the moor-top Through air streaming and green-lit, …

Arena dust rusted by four bulls’ blood to a dull …

He, hunger-strung, hard to slake, So fitted is for my …

Enter the chilly no-man’s land of about Five o’clock in …

This man makes a pseudonym And crawls behind it like …

Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of …

Thou shalt have an everlasting Monday and stand in the …

Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly …