Across the fields as green as spin… Cropped as close as Time to Green… Stands a high house; if at all, Spring comes like a Paisley shawl… Patternings meticulous

LOVELY Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead is she long ago. From her fan, sliding slow, Parrot-bright fire’s feathers,

JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down agai… Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair, Jane, Jane, come down the stair.

BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a demon’s eye, Glowed through the air, that mask… All wand’ring sounds that pass Seemed out of tune, as if the ligh…

Within your magic web of hair, lie… The fire and splendour of the anci… The dire gold of the comet’s wind-… The songs that turned to gold the… When all the stars of heaven sang…

ACROSS the flat and the pastel… Two people go . . . . ‘And do you… When last we wandered this shore?’… For it is cold-hearted December.’ ‘Dead, the leaves that like asses’…

Cried the navy-blue ghost Of Mr. Belaker The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker… “Why did the cock crow, Why am I lost,

Bells of gray crystal Break on each bough— The swans’ breath will mist all The cold airs now. Like tall pagodas

WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber The jangling bells on the sweet ro… Then fading slow And furred is the snow

Lovely Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead is she long ago, From her fan sliding slow Parrot-bright fire’s feathers

The carriage brushes through the b… Leaves (violent jets from life to… Strong polished speed is plunging,… Between the showers of bright hot… The window-glasses glaze our faces

SAID the Lion to the Lioness-'W… No more a raging fire like the hea… (No liking but all lust)– Remember still the flowering of th… The rippling of bright muscles lik…

The floors are slippery with blood… The world gyrates too. God is goo… That while His wind blows out the… For those who hourly die for us— We still can dance each night.

CAME the great Popinjay Smelling his nosegay: In cages like grots The birds sang gavottes. ‘Herodiade’s flea