Noonday upon the Alpine meadows    Pours its avalanche of Light    And blazing flowers: the very shadows    Translucent are and bright.    It seems a glory that nought surpasses–    Passion of angels…

    I am not one of those who sip,    Like a quotidian bock,    Cheap idylls from a languid lip    Prepared to yawn or mock.     I wait the indubitable word,    The…

(To J.S.)     Still life, still life … the high-lights shine    Hard and sharp on the bottles: the wine    Stands firmly solid in the glasses,    Smooth yellow ice, through…

  We judge by appearance merely:    If I can’t think strangely, I can at least look queerly.    So I grew the hair so long on my head    That my…

    We who are lovers sit by the fire,    Cradled warm ‘twixt thought and will,    Sit and drowse like sleeping dogs    In the equipoise of all desire,    Sit and listen…

    Once more the windless days are here,    Quiet of autumn, when the year    Halts and looks backward and draws breath    Before it plunges into death.    Silver of mist and…

    White in the moonlight,    Wet with dew,    We have known the languor    Of being two.     We have been weary    As children are,    When over them, radiant,    A stooping star,     Bends their…

   Oh, yes, we’ve be’n fixin’ up some sence we sold that piece o’ groun’    Fer a place to put a golf-lynx to them crazy dudes from…

   All day she hurried to get through,    The same as lots of wimmin do;    Sometimes at night her husban’ said,    “Ma, ain’t you goin’ to come to bed?”    And…

    Be my companion under cool arcades    That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square    Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades    White belfries burn in the blue tropic air.    Lie…