First frost, and I walk among the rose-fruit, the marble …
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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? …
Read Poem »Polly’s Tree
A dream tree, Polly’s tree: a thicket of sticks, each …
Read Poem »Point Shirley
From Water-Tower Hill to the brick prison The shingle booms, …
Read Poem »Poems, Potatoes
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line Ousts mistier peers …
Read Poem »Pheasant
You said you would kill it this morning. Do not …
Read Poem »Perseus
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you …
Read Poem »Parliament Hill Fields
On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. …
Read Poem »Paralytic
It happens. Will it go on? —- My mind a …
Read Poem »Owl
Clocks belled twelve. Main street showed otherwise Than its suburb …
Read Poem »Ouija
It is a chilly god, a god of shades, Rises …
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