The house in Broad Street, red br… the weedgrown graveyard with its r… the jail from which imprisoned fac… at stiff palmettos flashing in the… the engine-house, with engines, an…

The alarm clocks tick in a thousan… tick and are wound for a thousand… all down both sides of North Infi… you hear that contrapuntal pawnsho… Hall bedrooms, attic rooms, where…

We will go no more to Shaemus, at… for sly innuendo and an Oporto Fl… the rough but tender voice, the wi… the steady-unsteady hand that pour… memory, that flew back years to fi…

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…

This girl gave her heart to me, And this, and this. This one looked at me as if she lo… And silently walked away. This one I saw once and loved, an…

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…

‘My towers at last!’— What meant the word from what acknowledged circuit spr… and in the heart and on the tongue at sight of few familiar birds

When you are not surprised, not su… nor leap in imagination from sunli… or from shadow into sunlight suiting the color of fright or del… to the bewildering circumstance

The day opens with the brown light… And past the window snowflakes fal… I sit in my chair all day and work… Measuring words against each other… I open the piano and play a tune

The cigarette-smoke loops and slid… Dipping and swirling as the waiter… You strike a match and stare upon… The tiny fire leaps in your eyes a… And dwindles away as silently as i…

As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems

If one voice, not another, must sp… out of the silence, the stillness,… speaking clearly, speaking slowly,… the heavy syllables of doubt, or o… speaking passionately, speaking bi…

The first bell is silver, And breathing darkness I think on… The second bell is crimson, And I think of a holiday night, w… Furrowing the sky with red, and a…

Round white clouds roll slowly abo… Over the clear red roofs they flow… A flock of pigeons rises with blue… Rises with whistle of wings, hover… And settles slowly again on the ta…

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…