POPE.    Since my old friend is grown so great,    As to be Minister of State,    I’m told, but ’tis not true, I hope,    That Craggs will be ashamed of…

    Oh wind-swept towers,    Oh endlessly blossoming trees,    White clouds and lucid eyes,    And pools in the rocks whose unplumbed blue is pregnant    With who knows what of subtlety    And magical…

    Darkness had stretched its colour,    Deep blue across the pane:    No cloud to make night duller,    No moon with its tarnish stain;    But only here and there a star,    One…

    I had remarked–how sharply one observes    When life is disappearing round the curves    Of yet another corner, out of sight!–    I had remarked when it was “good luck”…

    Failing sometimes to understand    Why there are folk whose flesh should seem    Like carrion puffed with noisome steam,    Fly-blown to the eye that looks on it,    Fly-blown to the…

    My green aquarium of phantom fish,    Goggling in on me through the misty panes;    My rotting leaves and fields spongy with rains;    My few clear quiet autumn days–I…

(From the French of Rimbaud).     When the child’s forehead, full of torments red,    Cries out for sleep and its pale host of dreams,    His two big sisters…

    While I have been fumbling over books    And thinking about God and the Devil and all,    Other young men have been battling with the days    And others have…

   Day after day,    At spring’s return,    I watch my flowers, how they burn    Their lives away.     The candle crocus    And daffodil gold    Drink fire of the sunshine–    Quickly cold.     And the…

    Fine as the dust of plumy fountains blowing    Across the lanterns of a revelling night,    The tiny leaves of April’s earliest growing    Powder the trees–so vaporously light,    They seem…