Man, introverted man, having cross… In passage and but a little with t… century Has begot giants; but being taken… Like a maniac with self-love and i…

Walking in the flat Oxfordshire f… Where the eye can find no rock to… Speckle the soil, and the million-… Tingle with birds at evening, I s… November day redden and go down; a…

The old pagan burials, uninscribed… Secret-keeping mounds, Have shed the feeble delusions tha… They stand inhumanly Clean and massive; they have lost…

Great-enough both accepts and subd… all creatures; From the greatness of their elemen… Gulls; and the dingy freightship l… rain-wind;

Your hair is long and wonderful; It is dark, with golden Lights in the length of it. Long, lovely, liquid, glorious Is your hair, and lustrous,

TO U. J. When you and I on the Palos Verd… Found life more desperate than dea… And when we hawked at it on the la… In the west of the world, where ha…

There is a hawk that is picking th… She killed the pigeons of peace an… She has taken honesty and confiden… She is hunting the lonely heron of… She loads the arts with nonsense,…

The clapping blackness of the wing… the great indolent planes Of autumn pelicans nine or a dozen… But chiefly the gulls, the cloud-c… before a storm,

Staggering homeward between the st… drunkard Babbles a woeful song and babbles The end of the world, the moon’s l… cloud, the storm

Steep up in Lubitavish townland s… A ring of great stones like fangs,… Grown up with thousands of years o… The fangs of the stones still biti… Against the stone ring, the oblong…

The fierce musical cries of a coup… on the headland, Hovering and darting, their heads… Prick like silver arrows shot thro… ocean

Farther up the gorge the sea’s voi… We heard a new noise far away ahea… it might have been some unpleasant… Bedded in a matrix of long silence… cabin lost in the redwoods,

By day and night dream about happy… Poor dog give your heart room, dra… Breathe deep at dawn, wish it were… Imagine the leaden ball planted in… The seed of that superb flower, dr…

Doggerel,' he thought, 'will do fo… Poetry’s precious enough not to be… And rhymed it all out with a skew… ‘Spare these stones. Curst be he… Will hold the hands of masons and…

That sculptor we knew, the passion… Who astonished Rome and Paris in… was gone, at his high tide of triu… Without reason or good-bye; I hav… twenty years, but not in Europe.