Poems

Queen-Anne’s-Lace Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth–nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking […]

Romance Moderne Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whose flickering mountain–bulging nearer, ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself […]

Smell! Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed nose of mine! what will you not be smelling? What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, always […]

Spring and All By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast — a cold wind. […]

The Artist Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides stood on his toes heels together arms gracefully for the […]

The Birds The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree, stuck fast to the […]

The Cold Night It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars– like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife–among her five […]

The Dance In Breughel’s great picture, The Kermess, the dancers go round, they go round and around, the squeal and the blare and the tweedle of […]

The Dark Day A three-day-long rain from the east– an terminable talking, talking of no consequence–patter, patter, patter. Hand in hand little winds blow the thin […]

The Desolate Field Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and — In the tall, […]