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  • The swift red flesh, a winter king—
    Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?
    155 lines
  • Performances, assortments, résumés—
    Up Times Square to Columbus Circle lights
    177 lines
  • The willows carried a slow sound,
    A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.
    30 lines
  • Perspective never withers from their eyes;
    They keep that docile edict of the Spring
    90 lines
  • I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South,
    No wraith, but utterly—as still more alone
    44 lines
  • The tarantula rattling at the lily’s foot
    Across the feet of the dead, laid in white sand
    40 lines
  • The host, he says that all is well
    And the fire-wood glow is bright;
    8 lines
  • I met a man in South Street, tall—
    a nervous shark tooth swung on his chain.
    131 lines
  • Through the bound cable strands, the arching path
    Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings,—
    117 lines
  • Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page
    And still wing on, untarnished of the name
    15 lines
  • The little voices of the prairie dogs
    Are tireless . . .
    17 lines
  • Sinuously winding through the room
    On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, --
    28 lines
  • It sheds a shy solemnity,
    This lamp in our poor room.
    12 lines
  • A land of leaning ice
    Hugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,
    13 lines
  • As silent as a mirror is believed
    Realities plunge in silence by . . .
    23 lines
  • My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, --
    No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell',
    8 lines
  • Regard the capture here, 0 Janus-faced,
    As double as the hands that twist this glass.
    28 lines
  • My hands have not touched water since your hands, -
    No; - nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell'.
    8 lines
  • Whose counted smile of hours and days, suppose
    I know as spectrum of the sea and pledge
    25 lines
  • Where icy and bright dungeons lift
    Of swimmers their lost morning eyes,
    32 lines
  • Where the cedar leaf divides the sky
    I heard the sea.
    38 lines
  • Yes, I being
    the terrible puppet of my dreams, shall
    23 lines
  • Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime,
    Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though cast
    25 lines
  • --And yet this great wink of eternity,
    Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings,
    25 lines
  • Forgetfulness is like a song
    That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
    11 lines
  • We will make our meek adjustments,
    Contented with such random consolations
    23 lines
  • Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
    The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • "\And so we may arrive by Talmud skill
    And profane Greek to raise the building up
    151 lines
  • How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
    The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him,
    44 lines, 3 comments
  • You who desired so much--in vain to ask--
    Yet fed you hunger like an endless task,
    14 lines, 65,535 comments
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