Poems

Last Visit To The Louvre The Cry Of The P.R.B…. NON NOI PITTORI! God of Nature’s truth, If these, not we! Be it not said, when […]

L’Envoi: Brussels, Hotel Du Midi IT’S copied out at last: very poor stuff Writ in the cold, with pauses of the cramp. Direct, dear William, to […]

Limericks THERE is a big artist named Val, The roughs’ and the prize—fighters’ pal: The mind of a groom And the head of a broom Were […]

London To Folkestone… A constant keeping-past of shaken trees, And a bewildered glitter of loose road; Banks of bright growth, with single blades atop Against white […]

Love’s Nocturn Master of the murmuring courts Where the shapes of sleep convene!— Lo! my spirit here exhorts All the powers of thy demesne For their […]

Love-Lily BETWEEN the hands, between the brows, Between the lips of Love-Lily, A spirit is born whose birth endows My blood with fire to burn through […]

MacCracken GETTING his pictures, like his supper, cheap, Far, far away in Belfast by the sea, His watchful one—eyed uninvaded sleep MacCracken sleepeth. While the P.R.B. […]

Mary Magdalene At The Door Of Simon The Pharisee “WHY wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair? Nay, be thou all a rose,—wreath, lips, and […]

Mary’s Girlhood (For a Picture) I This is that blessed Mary, pre-elect God’s Virgin. Gone is a great while, and she Dwelt young in Nazareth of […]

Memory Is Memory most of miseries miserable, Or the one flower of ease in bitterest hell?