Poems

A Zacinto

A Zacinto I’ll never step ashore and feel your beach the way I felt it as a barefoot child, or see you waver in the windy […]

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To The Night

To The Night Maybe because you always have appeared The image of that fatal rest to me, O night! You come towards me so dear! Escorted […]

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A Winter Noon

A Winter Noon Who in the moment of my happiness (God forgive my using a word so grand, so terrible) reduced my brief delight nearly to […]

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A Cooking Egg

A Cooking Egg En l’an trentiesme de mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beues … Pipit sate upright in her chair Some distance from where […]

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