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Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The austere…
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes and peacocks, rending the net Of all decorum which holds the whirlwind back. Now, rich order of walls is fallen;…
On Sunday walks Past the shut gates of works The conquerors come And are handsome. Sitting all day By the open window Say what they say Know what to know Who brought and taught Unusual images And new tunes to…