Poems

The Year The crocus, while the days are dark, Unfolds its saffron sheen; At April’s touch the crudest bark Discovers gems of green. Then sleep the […]

Unthrift Ah, wasteful woman, she who may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing men cannot choose but pay, How she has cheapen’d paradise; […]

Beauty …God sees all ­ “How can God’s eye endure ugliness all round ?” If you wish to know, with an artist’s eye Look closely at […]

In An Album If instead of windows so amply Frozen to precious stones we had A few statues against azure skies, Or a columned peristyle for […]

My Country Those who say my country means Meadows, flowers and fields of wheat, Hamlets and trenches, must confess These are her feet. The child is […]

The Mature Laurel Only through solitary wars Are future readers won; You will neither dwell in halls In the Temple of your choice, Nor will own […]

The Past The past , death and pain are not acts of God, But of law-breaking man, Who therefore lives in dread And sensing evil, wants […]

The Small Circle How few people there are and even fewer Longing to reveal themselves!… They pass, they pass They push each other away while dancing, […]

Adultery is my Nature -( from “The Revenger’s Tragedy”) Adultery is my nature. Faith, if the truth were known, I was begot After some gluttonous dinner; […]

Night! (from “The Revenger’s Tragedy”) Night thou that look’st like funeral heralds’ fees, Torn down betimes i’ the morning, thou hang’st fitly To grace those sins […]