Poems

To The Sea: Written On The Beach At Aldborough Thou awful sea!–upon this shingly beach Of Aldborough I pace:–my gazing eye Thy world of waters lost […]

Epistle No. 36 Our Ulla lay one morning and slept, A hand beneath her ear; Her key alone the taverner kept Or through its hole might […]

Epistle No. 39 Storm and wave their tumult cease. See, the heav’nly galaxies, Fainter, even dimmer Is their golden glimmer As the morning Softly dawning Of […]

Fredman’s song no. 10 Drink till after twelve or more, Live it up with madmen ! Earth is but my chamber floor And the sun my […]

‘Boes I waited today for a freight train to pass. Cattle cars with steers butting their horns against the bars, went by. And a half a […]

A Coin Your western heads here cast on money, You are the two that fade away together, Partners in the mist. Lunging buffalo shoulder, Lean Indian […]

A e f There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider will make a […]

A Fence Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the workmen are beginning the fence. The palings are made of iron bars […]

A Million Young Work Men A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads, And the million are now under soil […]

A Sphinx Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper. Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you answered with grey eyes never […]