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At Hertford House

Perfection now is tended and observed,Not used; we hire the spawn of CalibanFor daily service. In our careful worldInlay of purple-wood and tulip, curvedTo mime the sheen of plumes and peacocks’ eyes,Exists for inspection only. And the jarsOf apple-green and…

Recorders in Italy

It was amusing on that antique grass,Seated halfway between the green and blue,To waken music gentle and extinct Under the old walls where the daisies grewSprinkled in cinquecento style, as thoughArchangels might have stepped there yesterday. But it was we,…

Lucifer in the Train

Riding the black express from heaven to hellHe bit his fingers, watched the countryside,Vernal and crystalline, forever slideBeyond his gaze: the long cascades that fellRibboned in sunshine from their sparkling height,The fishers fastened to their pools of greenBy silver lines;…

The Insusceptibles

Then the long sunlight lying on the seaFell, folded gold on gold; and slowly weTook up our decks of cards, our parasols,The picnic hamper and the sandblown shawlsAnd climbed the dunes in silence. There were twoWho lagged behind as lovers…

Bears

Wonderful bears that walked my room all night,Where are you gone, your sleek and fairy fur,Your eyes’ veiled imperious light? Brown bears as rich as mocha or as musk,White opalescent bears whose fur stood outElectric in the deepening dusk, And…

The Tourist and Town

(San Miniato al Monte) Those clarities detached us, gave us form,Made us like architecture. Now no moreBemused by local mist, our edges blurred,We knew where we began and ended. ThereWe were the campanile and the dome,Alive and separate in that…

The Celebration in the Plaza

The sentimentalist sends his mauve balloonMeandering into air. The crowd applauds.The mayor eats ices with a cardboard spoon. See how that color charms the sunset air;A touch of lavender is what was needed.—Then, pop! no floating lavender anywhere. Hurrah, the…

Ideal Landscape

We had to take the world as it was given:The nursemaid sitting passive in the parkWas rarely by a changeling prince accosted.The mornings happened similar and starkIn rooms of selfhood where we woke and layWatching today unfold like yesterday. Our…

Annotation for an Epitaph

A fairer person lost not heaven. —Paradise LostThese are the sins for which they cast out angels, The bagatelles by which the lovely fall: A hand that disappoints, an eye dissembling— These and a few besides: you had them all.Beneath…

Versailles

(Petit Trianon) Merely the landscape of a vanished whim,An artifice that lasts beyond the wish:The grotto by the pond, the gulping fishThat round and round pretended islands swim,The creamery abandoned to its doves,The empty shrine the guidebooks say is love’s.…