It’s all very well to dream of a d… Picasso’s or the Pope’s, The one that annually coos in Our… Half the world’s hopes, And the other one that shall cunni…

Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs… Flouted opinion in his personal ha… For foppery he gave not any figs, But in his right and honor took th… Thus in his naked style, though we…

What are these women up to? They’… Drapes over the windows, cutting o… And the slightest hope of a breeze… Can this be simply to avoid being… By some prying femme-de-chambre ac…

The coltish horseplay of the locke… Moist with the steam of the tiled… With shameless blends of civet, mu… Loud with the cap-gun snapping of… Under the steel-ribbed cages of ba…

Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a t… I eye her bosom and consider a pas… Certain we’d not be missed In the general hubbub.

Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature… Already the bars are filled and J… Beneath a plentiful lady over the… He tilts his glass in the mild mah… I think of him when he first got o…

A dying firelight slides along the… Of the cast iron cowboy where he l… Against my father’s books. The la… Whirls into darkness. My girl in… Fingers a page of Captain Marriat

I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and b… It is certainly not me. But the crocus is up, and the lark… Blood knows what it knows.

Of course, the familiar rustling o… My hair mussed from behind by a gr… Of mink. A little craning about t… If anyone I know is in the audien… And, as the house fills up,

The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me outdoors to smell

On the summer road that ran by our… Lizards and snakes came out to sun… It was hot as a stove out there, e… A buzzard’s foot. Still, it was f… To lie in the dust and spy on them…

Powder and scent and silence. The… Shoulders his lute. The moon is L… It settles its pearl in every glas… Harlequin is already at the wharf. The gallant is masked. A pressure…

Wines of the great châteaux Have been uncorked for you; Come, take this terrace chair: Examine the menu. The view from here is such

Tonight my children hunch Toward their Western, and are gla… As, with a Sunday punch, The Good casts out the Bad. And in their fairy tales

What well-heeled knuckle-head, str… Hairstylist and bathed in Russian… Dallies with you these late summer… In your expensive sublet? For who… Slip into something simple by, say…