MY words are the poor footmen of… Of what you cry, you trumpets, eac… With mouths of air; my speech is t… Of yours, the Roman tongue—but mi… By harsher bridles, dumb with brea…

THAT street washed with violet Writes like a tablet Of living here; that pavement Is the metal embodiment Of living here; those terraces

(To the etchings of Norman Lindsa… Now the statues lean over each to… Gravely in warm plaster turning; t… The trees come suddenly to flower… The water-gardens to glassy fire,…

LATE: a cold smear of sunlight b… The gilt lime of winter, a sun gro… Streams in the glass. Outside, te… Looping the weather-birds with rin… The spires of Paris, pricked in a…

THOU moon, like a white Christus… At the sky’s cross-roads, I’ll co… Though travellers bend up, and see… Let them go truckle with their gif… I’ll ask no favours of thy cocker…

Gas flaring on the yellow platform… Milk-tins in cold dented silver; h… Pull up the blind, blink out - all… the slow blowing of passengers asl… engines yawning; water in heavy dr…

READING how Marco Polo came By bridle-path to Kanbalu, Forgotten fibres wake to flame, And smoke old memories anew . . .… For in a bygone life of mine

IN an old play-house, in an old p… In an old piece that has been done… We dance, kind ladies, noble frien… Observe our modishness, I pray, What dignity the music lends.

ADAM, because on the mind’s road… Your mouth is always in a hurry, Because you know odes And ways to make a curry, Because you fall in love with word…

North Country, filled with gestur… With trees that fence, like archer… The flanks of hidden valleys Where nothing’s left to hide But verticals and perpendiculars,

IF all those tumbling babes of he… Plump cherubim with blown cheeks, Could vault in these warm skies, o… Our starry silent mountain-peaks— O painter of chub-faced, shining-t…

CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired… In the dumb tides of, with a handf… A few poisoned arrows, a cask of p… And five thousand pounds in the co… Now sails the street in a brick vi…

I. The King of Cuckooz THE King of Cuckooz Contrey Hangs peaked above Argier With Janzaries and Marabutts To bid a sailor fear—

LESBIA’S daughter, I shall tel… Here’s no fit amber for such a dai… Let them embalm your beauty whoso… In boastful odes, I’m a more hone… Lovers’ abodes with poets’ words a…

‘THESE are the floating berries… They drop their harvest in dark al… Softly far down on groves of Venu… Forgotten at the world’s edge—and… Unlocks all closed things, eyes an…