Poems

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet, black bough.

In Tempore Senectutis When I am old I will not have you look apart From me, into the cold, Friend of my heart, Nor be sad […]

In the Old Age of the Soul I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me Some strange old lust for deeds. As to the […]

Invern Earth’s winter cometh And I being part of all And sith the spirit of all moveth in me I must needs bear earth’s winter Drawn […]

Ione, Dead the Long Year Empty are the ways, Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over with heavy heads. They bend […]

Ité Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant, Move among the lovers of perfection alone. Seek ever to stand in […]

L’Art Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

La Regina Avrillouse Lady of rich allure, Queen of the spring’s embrace, Your arms are long like boughs of ash, Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain […]

Lament of the Frontier Guard By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand, Lonely from the beginning of time until now! Trees fall, the […]

Masks These tales of old disguisings, are they not Strange myths of souls that found themselves among Unwonted folk that spake an hostile tongue, Some soul […]