Poems

Evening From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowing, great-chested, down the homeward trail, By dusking fields and meadows shining pale With moon-tipped dandelions. […]

Heat From plains that reel to southward, dim, The road runs by me white and bare; Up the steep hill it seems to swim Beyond, and […]

In Beechwood Cemetery Here the dead sleep–the quiet dead. No sound Disturbs them ever, and no storm dismays. Winter mid snow caresses the tired ground, And […]

In March The sun falls warm: the southern winds awake: The air seethes upwards with a steamy shiver: Each dip of the road is now a […]

In November (1) The leafless forests slowly yield To the thick-driving snow. A little while And night shall darken down. In shouting file The woodmen’s carts […]

In November (2) With loitering step and quiet eye, Beneath the low November sky, I wandered in the woods, and found A clearing, where the broken […]

Midnight From where I sit, I see the stars, And down the chilly floor The moon between the frozen bars Is glimmering dim and hoar. Without […]

Morning on the Lièvre Far above us where a jay Screams his matins to the day, Capped with gold and amethyst, Like a vapor from the […]

Outlook Not to be conquered by these headlong days, But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood On life’s deep meaning, nature’s altitude Of […]

Reality I stand at noon upon the heated flags At the bleached crossing of two streets, and dream With brain scarce conscious now the hurrying stream […]