She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebb… From the steep beach. Nor hold to pain’s effrontery

Beautiful, my delight, Pass, as we pass the wave. Pass, as the mottled night Leaves what it cannot save, Scattering dark and bright.

Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of t… To eat dusty bread. They do not see cattle cropping re…

I had come to the house, in a cave… Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved,—a bell hung read… Sun and reflection wheeled by. When the bare eyes were before me

Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, and fall. Bronze of the blackest shade,

Come, let us tell the weeds in dit… How we are poor, who once had rich… And lie out in the sparse and sodd… Pastures that the cows have trodde… The while an autumn night seals do…

Now that I have your face by hear… Less at its features than its dark… Where quince and melon, yellow as… Lie with quilled dahlias and the s… Beyond, a garden, There, in insol…

To me, one silly task is like anot… I bare the shambling tricks of lus… This flesh will never give a child… Song, like a wing, tears through m… And madness chooses out my voice a…

It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darknes… Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected be

Nothing was remembered, nothing fo… When we awoke, wagons were passing… The window-sills were wet from rai… Birds scattered and settled over c… As among grotesque trees.

Here, in the withered arbor, like… Straight sides, carven knees, Stands the statue, with hands flun… Or remonstrances. Over the lintel sway the woven bra…

The dark is thrown Back from the brightness, like hai… Cast over a shoulder. I am alone, Four years older;

All night the cocks crew, under a… And I, in the cage of sleep, on a… Shed tears, like a task not to be… In the false light, false grief in… A labor of tears, set against joy’…

What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. Sing, heart sing;

She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones l… Untended stalks blow over her Even and swift, like young men run… Always in the heart she loved