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Horae Canonicae: Lauds

Among the leaves the small birds sing; The crow of the cock commands awaking: In solitude, for company. Bright shines the sun on creatures mortal; Men of their neighbours become sensible: In solitude, for company. The crow of the cock…

Horae Canonicae: Compline

Now, as desire and the things desired Cease to require attention, As, seizing its chance, the body escapes, Section by section, to join Plants in their chaster peace which is more To its real taste, now a day is its…

Here War Is Simple

Here war is simple like a monument: A telephone is speaking to a man; Flags on a map assert that troops were sent; A boy brings milk in bowls. There is a plan For living men in terror of their…

Grub First, Then Ethics

Should the shade of Plato Visit us, anxious to know how anthropos is, we could say to him: “Well, we can read to ourselves, our use of holy numbers would shock you, and a poet may lament—’Where is Telford whose…

Give me a doctor

Give me a doctor partridge-plump, Short in the leg and broad in the rump, An endomorph with gentle hands Who’ll never make absurd demands That I abandon all my vices Nor pull a long face in a crisis, But with…

Gare du Midi

A nondescript express in from the South, Crowds round the ticket barrier, a face To welcome which the mayor has not contrived Bugles or braid: something about the mouth Distracts the stray look with  alarm and pity. Snow is falling,…

Ganymede

He looked in all His wisdom from the throne Down on that humble boy who kept the sheep, And sent a dove; the dove returned alone: Youth liked the music, but soon fell asleep. But He had planned such future…

from The Cave of Making

Who would, for preference, be a bard in an oral culture, obliged at drunken feasts to improvise a eulogy of some beefy illiterate burner, giver of rings, or depend for bread on the moods of a Baroque Prince, expected, like…

from In Time of War

I So from the years the gifts were showered; each Ran off with his at once into his life: Bee took the politics that make a hive, Fish swam as fish, peach settled into peach. And were successful at the…

Friday’s Child

He told us we were free to choose But, children as we were, we thought— “Paternal Love will only use Force in the last resort On those too bumptious to repent.” Accustomed to religious dread, It never crossed our minds…