Give me this time, my first and se… Italian, a poem about gold, The left corners of eyes, and the… Night of the locomotives that brou… And the heavy wine in the old gree…

All right. Try this, Then. Every body I know and care for, And every body Else is going

Many animals that our fathers kill… Had quick eyes. They stared about wildly, When the moon went dark. The new moon falls into the freigh…

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…

The moon drops one or two feathers… The dark wheat listens. Be still. Now. There they are, the moon’s young,…

to John Logan I wonder how many old men last win… Hungry and frightened by namelessn… The Mississippi shore Lashed blind by the wind, dreaming

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

The house was really a cellar deep… Belmont Brewery. My father’s big… from the outside, and from within… leaned and helped. The slow door g… in delighted by our fear, and laid…

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

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…

Dark cypresses— The world is uneasily happy; It will all be forgotten. —Theodore Storm Mother of roots, you have not seed…

She cleaned house, and then lay do… On the long stair. On one of those cold white wings That the strange fowl provide for… That cautery of snow that blinds u…

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

Deep into spring, winter is hanging on. Bitter and skillful in his hopelessness, he stays alive in every shady place, starving along the Mediterranean: angry to see the glittering sea-p...

I had no idea the elf owl Crept into you in the secret Of night. I have torn myself out of many bit… In America, that seemed