«How many buds, how many sticky butts / Of candles, April kindled, now are glued / Fast to the boughs! The park is redolent / Of puberty. The woods' retorts are rude. The forest's throat is caught in a thick knot / Of feathered throats: a lassoed buffalo / Bellowing in the nets as organs p...»
«When consummate the day hangs before you, / Each detail to be scanned at your ease, / Just the sultry chatter of squirrels / Resounds in the resinous trees. And storing up strength in their languor. / The ranked piney heights are adrowse. / While the freckled sweat is pouring / From the...»
«Waving a bough full of fragrance, / In the dark, with pure good to sup, / The water the storm had made giddy / Went running from cup to cup. From chalice to chalice rolling, / It slid along two and hung, / One drop of agate, within them. / Shining and shy it clung, Over the meadowsweet...»
«I should have seen the sign: “Fresh paint”, / But useless to advise / The careless soul, and memory's stained / With cheeks, calves, hands, lips, eyes. More than all failure, all success, / I loved you, for your skill / In whitening the yellowed world / As white cosmetics will. Lis...»