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…

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

A dying firelight slides along the… Of the cast iron cowboy where he l… Against my father’s books. The la… Whirls into darkness. My girl in… Fingers a page of Captain Marriat

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.

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,

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…

For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons… Against the hulls in the dockyard. Tar smoke rose between trees

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…

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…

I’m mighty glad to see you, Mrs.… And thank you very kindly for this… Especially now when all the others… Are having holiday visitors, and… A little conspicuous and in the wa…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…