Poems

January Morning I I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them: the domes […]

Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the […]

Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad! You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! –if we were rich we’d stick […]

Light Hearted Author The birches are mad with green points the wood’s edge is burning with their green, burning, seething–No, no, no. The birches are opening […]

Light Hearted William Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather. Heigh-ya! sighed he gaily […]

Love Song I lie here thinking of you:— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves, smears with […]

March I Winter is long in this climate and spring–a matter of a few days only,–a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet […]

Memory of April You say love is this, love is that: Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and […]

Metric Figure There is a bird in the poplars! It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish swimming in the river. The bird skims […]

Nantucket Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains – Smell of cleanliness – Sunshine of late afternoon – On the glass tray […]