Poems

The Reckoning All profits disappear: the gain Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum; And now grim digits of old pain Return to litter up our home. […]

The Right Thing Let others probe the mystery if they can. Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will– The right thing happens to the happy man. The […]

The Sloth In moving-slow he has no Peer. You ask him something in his Ear, He thinks about it for a Year; And, then, before he […]

The Storm 1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling between the arbors, the […]

The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I […]

Fragments – Lines 0001 – 0004 O lord, son of Leto, child of Zeus, you I shall never Forget, either beginning or coming to an end, […]

Fragments – Lines 0005 – 0010 Lord Phoibos, when the goddess, lady Leto, bore you, Clasping a palm tree in her slender hands, You the most […]

Fragments – Lines 0019 – 0030 Kyrnos, as I work my craft let a seal be set upon These words of mine, and they will never […]

Fragments – Lines 0173 – 0178 Of all things it is poverty that most subdues a noble man, More even than hoary old age, Kyrnos, or […]

Fragments – Lines 0183 – 0192 Among rams and asses and horses, Kyrnos, we look for those Of noble breeding, and a man wants them to […]