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  • Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind
    announces autumn, and the equinox
    434 lines, 1 comment
  • All lovely things will have an ending,
    All lovely things will fade and die,
    16 lines, 4 comments
  • While the blue noon above us arches,
    And the poplar sheds disconsolate leaves,
    38 lines
  • Light your cigarette, then, in this shadow,
    And talk to her, your arm engaged with hers.
    23 lines
  • Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.
    Let us discover some new alphabet,
    26 lines
  • In the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive,
    The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.
    Sit at the western window. Take the sun
    38 lines
  • He, in the room above, grown old and tired;
    She, in the room below, his floor her ceiling,
    52 lines
  • Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel,
    Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,
    20 lines
  • Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket, 
    Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands. 
    23 lines, 1 comment
  • I. (Bread and Music)
    Music I heard with you was more than music,
    52 lines
  • The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness,
    Circled three times above the upturned faces
    14 lines
  • It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
    I ascend my stairs once more,
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • I
    In the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange,
    115 lines
  • These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. Crows
    Caw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance,
    32 lines
  • I read the primrose and the sea
                                &
    95 lines
  • If one voice, not another, must speak first,
    out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding—
    126 lines
  • In Memory Of. In Fondest Recollection Of.
    In Loving Memory Of. In Fond
    79 lines
  • Goya drew a pig on a wall.
    The five-year-old hairdresser’s son
    69 lines
  • Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane
    shivers and moans upon its dripping pin,
    24 lines
  • The lamp-lit page is turned, the dream forgotten;
    The music changes tone, you wake, remember
    40 lines
  • ‘My towers at last!’—
      What meant the word
    39 lines
  • How is it that I am now so softly awakened,
    My leaves shaken down with music?—
    55 lines
  • Harsh, harsh, the maram grass on the salt dune,
    seen by the cricket’s eye against the harbor moon,
    57 lines
  • Of what she said to me that night—no matter.
    The strange thing came next day.
    75 lines
  • The girl in the room beneath
    Before going to bed
    9 lines
  • I stood for a long while before the shop window
    Looking at the blue butterflies embroidered on tawny silk.
    8 lines
  • The first bell is silver,
    And breathing darkness I think only of the long scythe of time.
    19 lines
  • On the day when my uncle and I drove to the cemetery,
    Rain rattled on the roof of the carriage;
    10 lines
  • When I was a boy, and saw bright rows of icicles
    In many lengths along a wall
    8 lines
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