The longer thou livest, the more f… Go hide! Go hide! But through the… Of my upraised bone hands I see athlete and statesman, pries… Step forth as deodands.

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.

During the plague I came into my… It was a time of smoke-pots in the… Against infection. The blind head… Grinned its abuse Like a good democrat at everyone.

As though it were reluctant to be… .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down in its cha… Victorious over legions of gold an…

Against the enormous rocks of a ro… The ocean rams itself in pitched a… And spastic rage to which there is… Foam-white brigades collapse; but… Has infinite reserves; at each att…

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…

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.’

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

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…

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…

It’s all very well to dream of a d… Picasso’s or the Pope’s, The one that annually coos in Our… Half the world’s hopes, And the other one that shall cunni…

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…

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,

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

For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah… Composed in the Tower before his… These moving verses, and being bro… Painfully to the stake, submitted,… “I implore my God to witness that…