Poems

Epitaph An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare […]

First Praise Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splintering leaf-tread with thee on before, White, slender through green saplings; […]

Flowers by the Sea When over the flowery, sharp pasture’s edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form–chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flowers alone […]

from Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it’s green and wooden- I come, my sweet, to sing to […]

from Book I, Paterson Paterson lies in the valley under the Passaic Falls its spent waters forming the outline of his back. He lies on his […]

Great Mullen One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse to peer from: I will have my way, yellow–A mast […]

Heel & Toe To The End Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang and when he emerged from […]

Hic Jacet The coroner’s merry little children Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wise, […]

Hunters in the Snow The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left […]

January Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derision outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am bound more […]