I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and b… It is certainly not me. But the crocus is up, and the lark… Blood knows what it knows.

On the summer road that ran by our… Lizards and snakes came out to sun… It was hot as a stove out there, e… A buzzard’s foot. Still, it was f… To lie in the dust and spy on them…

The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me outdoors to smell

So there stood Matthew Arnold and… With the cliffs of England crumbl… And he said to her, 'Try to be tr… And I’ll do the same for you, for… All over, etc., etc.’

It was a villainous spirit, snub-n… Of breath, thick-taloned and malev… That squatted within him wheresoev… .......And possessed the soul of… There was no peace on pillow or on…

What well-heeled knuckle-head, str… Hairstylist and bathed in Russian… Dallies with you these late summer… In your expensive sublet? For who… Slip into something simple by, say…

The coltish horseplay of the locke… Moist with the steam of the tiled… With shameless blends of civet, mu… Loud with the cap-gun snapping of… Under the steel-ribbed cages of ba…

The harbingers are come. See, se… White is their colour; and behold… —George Herbert Long gone the smoke-and-pepper chi… Of the smoldering immolation of th…

Tonight my children hunch Toward their Western, and are gla… As, with a Sunday punch, The Good casts out the Bad. And in their fairy tales

What is unwisdom but the lusting a… Longevity: to be old and full of d… For the vast and unremitting tide… Casts up to view more sorrowful th… And as for pleasures, once beyond…

Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature… Already the bars are filled and J… Beneath a plentiful lady over the… He tilts his glass in the mild mah… I think of him when he first got o…

Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs… Flouted opinion in his personal ha… For foppery he gave not any figs, But in his right and honor took th… Thus in his naked style, though we…

We have set out from here for the… Pastures of summer shade and mount… I have no doubt we shall arrive on… Is all the green of that enameled… A snapshot recollection or a dream…

Of course, the familiar rustling o… My hair mussed from behind by a gr… Of mink. A little craning about t… If anyone I know is in the audien… And, as the house fills up,

In Italy, where this sort of thin… I had a vision once - though you u… It was nothing at all like Dante’… And perhaps not a vision at all.… Picking my way through a warm sunl…