Varus, varus, gib mir meine Legio… Quick on my feet in those Novembe… I tossed a short pass, Almost the instant I got the ball… Of Barrel Terry before he knocked…

I was only a young man In those days. On that evening The cold was so God damned Bitter there was nothing. Nothing. I was in trouble

From an epigram by Plato When I was a boy, a relative Asked for me a job At the Weeks Cemetery. Think of all I could

Over my head, I see the bronze bu… Asleep on the black trunk, blowing like a leaf in green shado… Down the ravine behind the empty h… The cowbells follow one another

Relieved, I let the book fall beh… I climb a slight rise of grass. I do not want to disturb the ants Who are walking single file up the… Carrying small white petals,

Along the sprawled body of the der… I strike a match slowly and lift i… No wind. Beyond town, three heavy white hor… Wade all the way to their shoulder…

Strange bird, His song remains secret. He worked too hard to read books. He never heard how Sherwood Ander… Got out of it, and fled to Chicag…

Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve slo… A steep hill, suddenly sweeping ou… To the edge of a cliff, and dwindl… But far up the mountain, behind th… We too were swept out, out by the…

Why should we do this? What good… how can we do such a thing? How ca… —Freud My name is James A. Wright, and… Twenty-five miles from this infect…

I hear that the Commune di Padova… pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. G… Mantegna is the master of the dead… beings who seems to have understoo… down from the cross after all, in…

The twilight falls; I soften the… And clean again. The house has lain and moldered fo… The windows smeared with rain, the… The mice come in,

After dark Near the South Dakota border, The moon is out hunting, everywher… Delivering fire, And walking down hallways

Nightfall, that saw the morning-gl… Tendril and string against the cru… Nurses him now, his skeleton for g… His locks for comfort curled among… Shuttles of moonlight weave his sh…

The night’s drifts Pile up below me and behind my bac… Slide down the hill, rise again, a… Eerie little dunes on the roof of… In the valley below me,

Just off the highway to Rochester… Twilight bounds softly forth on th… And the eyes of those two Indian… Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the w…