Poems

Poem in Prose This poem is for my wife. I have made it plainly and honestly: The mark is on it Like the burl on the […]

The End of the World Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot The armless ambidextrian was lighting A match between his great and second toe, And Ralph the lion […]

The Snowflake Which Is Now and Hence Forever Will it last? he says. Is it a masterpiece? Will generation after generation Turn with reverence to the […]

The Too-Late Born We too, we too, descending once again The hills of our own land, we too have heard Far off — Ah, que ce […]

Two Poems from the War Oh, not the loss of the accomplished thing! Not dumb farewells, nor long relinquishment Of beauty had, and golden summer spent, […]

You, Andrew Marvell And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of […]

Chorus of Brids YE Children of Man! whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly […]

SONG OF THE CLOUDS (from The Clouds) CLOUD-MAIDENS that float on forever, Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair, Let us rise from our Sire’s loud river, Great […]

On the moon and springtime Is this not that moon? And Spring: is as the Spring of old Is it not? Only this body of mine […]

A Black Man Talks of Reaping I have sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep, within my heart the fear that wind or […]