Poems

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.

For Lucas Cranach’s Eve Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and So young?

Fresher Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first faint breath Of Snow. Why have I thought the dew Ephemeral […]

Grain Field Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her […]

Harvester’s Song” Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She […]

Hypnos, God of Sleep The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night […]

Incantation. O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curtseying, and then wish.) In rose-pale, fading blue of twilight sky, See, the […]

John Keats Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou are come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and With […]

John-a-dreams — A laggard in the rear of time’s swift feet, And one who loiters on an aimless way Through lands he knows not; lured by […]

Languor After Pain Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.