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TRIPLE BRONZE

The Infinite’s being so wide Is the reason the Powers provide For inner defense my hide. For next defense outside   I make myself this time Of wood or granite or lime A wall too hard for crime Either to…

The Quest of the Purple-Fringed

I felt the chill of the meadow underfoot But the sun o’erhead; And snatches of verse and song of scenes like this I sung or said. I skirted the margin alders for miles and miles In a sweeping line; The…

A CLOUD SHADOW

A breeze discovered my open book And began to Hutter the leaves to look For a poem there used to be on Spring I tried to tell her ‘There’s no such thing’ For whom would a poem on Spring be…

Willful Homing

It is getting dark and time he drew to a house, But the blizzard blinds him to any house ahead. The storm gets down his neck in an icy souse That sucks his breath like a wicked cat in bed.…

The Wind and the Rain

IThat far-off day the leaves In flightWere letting ill the colder lIghtA season-ending wind there blewThat as It did the forest strewI leaned on with a singing trustAnd let It drive me deathward too.With breaking step I stabbed the dust,Yet…

Carpe Diem

Age saw two quiet children Go loving by at twilight, He knew not whether homeward, Or outward from the village, Or (chimes were ringing) churchward. He waited (they were strangers) Till they were out of hearing To bid them both…

I Could Give All To Time

To Time it never seems that he is brave To set himself against the peaks of snow To lay them level with the running wave, Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low, But only grave, contemplative and grave. What…

Beech

Where my imaginary line Bends square in woods an iron spine And pile of real rocks have been founded. And off this corner in the wild, Where these are driven in and piled, One tree, by being deeply wounded, Has…

To A Moth Seen In Winter

There’s first a gloveless hand warm from my pocket, A perch and resting place ‘twixt wood and wood, Bright-black-eyed silvery creature, brushed with brown, The wings not folded in repose, but spread. (Who would you be, I wonder, by those…