If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
Dead men are wisest, for they know How far the roots of flowers go, How long a seed must rot to grow. Dead men alone bear frost and rain On throbless heart and heatless br…
He never spoke a word to me, And yet He called my name; He never gave a sign to me, And yet I knew and came. At first I said, “I will not bear
I have wrapped my dreams in a silk… And laid them away in a box of gol… Where long will cling the lips of… I have wrapped my dreams in a silk… I hide no hate; I am not even wro…
We shall not always plant while ot… The golden increment of bursting f… Not always countenance, abject and… That lesser men should hold their… Not everlastingly while others sle…
I doubt not God is good, well-mea… And did He stoop to quibble could… The little buried mole continues b… Why flesh that mirrors Him must s… Make plain the reason tortured Ta…
“White folks is white,” says uncle… “A platitude,” I sneer; And then I tell him so is milk, And the froth upon his beer. His heart walled up with bitternes…
Now as I watch you, strong of arm… With the waves that rush against y… Into my heart, grown each day more… Of mind and soul that will not be… With an outward stroke of power in…
Then call me traitor if you must, Shout treason and default! Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this vault. I’ll bear your censure as your pra…
They in their cruel traps, and we… Survey each other’s rage, and pass… Commiserating each the other’s woe… To mitigate his own pain’s fiery g… Man could but little proffer in ex…
Some are teethed on a silver spoon… With the stars strung for a rattle… I cut my teeth as the black raccoo… For implements of battle. Some are swaddled in silk and down…
The many sow, but only the chosen… Happy the wretched host if Day be… That with the cool oblivion of sle… A dawnless Night may soothe the s… If from the soil our sweat enriche…
Wherein are words sublime or noble… Invests one speech with haloed emi… Makes it the sesame for all doors… Yet in its like sees but impertine… Is it the hue? Is it the cast of…
Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with gle… I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small,
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang
With two white roses on her breast… White candles at head and feet, Dark Madonna of the grave she res… Lord Death has found her sweet. Her mother pawned her wedding ring
O BLUSH not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing whil… Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a bl…
The two were silent in a sunless c… Whose mildewed walls, uneven pavin… And wasted carvings passed antique… And nothing broke the clock’s dull… Leaning against a wormy poppy—head…
“There is not much that I can do, For I’ve no money that’s quite my… Spoke up the pitying child— A little boy with a violin At the station before the train ca…
Hereto I come to interview a ghos… Whither, O whither will its whim… Up the cliff, down, till I’m lone… And the unseen waters’ ejaculation… Where you will next be there’s no…
I looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see, As if rapt in my inditing, The moon's full gaze on me. Her meditative misty head
Woman much missed, how you call to… Saying that now you are not as you… When you had changed from the one… But as at first, when our day was… Can it be you that I hear? Let me…
I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs a… “Wherefore, old friends,” said I,… Now, screened from life’s unrest?” II
I went by the Druid stone That broods in the garden white an… And I stopped and looked at the s… That at some moments fall thereon From the tree hard by with a rhyth…
Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair,
“O 'Melia, my dear, this does eve… Who could have supposed I should… And whence such fair garments, suc… “O didn’t you know I’d been ruine… —“You left us in tatters, without…