See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent’s eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The soft things that in hardness l… So this one, taking up his heart,

Twilight is spacious, near things… And distant things seem near. Now in the green west hangs a yell… And now across old waters you may… The profound gloom of bells among…

Senlin sits before us, and we see… He smokes his pipe before us, and… Is he small, with reddish hair, Does he light his pipe with medita… And a pointed flame reflected in b…

Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal… Wrapped and spiced by the cunninge… Around her neck they have put a go… Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn… Dead Cleopatra was once revered i…

The door is shut. She leaves the… And down the grey-walled stairs co… Towards the dazzling street. Her withered hand clings tightly t… The long stairs rise and fall bene…

Dry leaves, soldier, dry leaves, d… voices of leaves on the wind that… destruction, impassioned prayer, impassioned hy… of the gladly doomed to die. Strid…

Of what she said to me that night—… The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of music—somethi… I couldn’t remember it all, but ph… Wreathed and wreathed among faint…

The snow floats down upon us, ming… It eddies around pale lilac lamps,… Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a fl… We do not remember the red roots w…

Begotten by the meeting of rock wi… The mating of rock and rock, rocks… Created so, and yet forgetful, wal… The seaward path, puts up her left… Blue eyes, the eyes of rock, to se…

As I walked through the lamplit g… On the thin white crust of snow, So intensely was I thinking of my… So clearly were my eyes fixed On the face of this grief which ha…

My heart is an old house, and in t… In the very centre, dark and forgo… Is a locked room where an enchante… Lies sleeping. But sometimes, in that dark house,

In the mazes of loitering people,… The shadows of tree-trunks and sha… In the drowse of the sunlight, amo… I suddenly face you, Your dark eyes return for a space…

The round red sun heaves darkly ou… The walls and towers are warmed an… Sounds go drowsily up from streets… The city stirs like one that is ha… And the mist flows up by dazzling…

Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is… Your hands once touched this table…

The white fog creeps from the cold… Over the pale grey tumbled towers, And settles among the roofs, the p… Along damp sinuous streets it craw… Curls like a dream among the motio…