Poems

Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations 1 I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with wall and door and blind. Summon me […]

The Carver See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent’s eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The soft things that in […]

The House Of Dust: Complete I. The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the […]

The Room Through that window—all else being extinct Except itself and me—I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room It turned and turned, […]

The Window She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and sees a whole world […]

Turns and Movies: Dancing Adairs Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow again, […]

Turns and Movies: Duval’s Birds The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of brilliant […]

Turns and Movies: Rose and Murray After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, […]

Turns and Movies: The Cornet When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, He […]

Turns and Movies: Violet Moore and Bert Moore He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit […]