#Americans
I met a man in South Street, tall… a nervous shark tooth swung on his… His eyes pressed through green gla… —green glasses, or bar lights made… so—
I wanted you, nameless Woman of t… No wraith, but utterly—as still mo… The Southern Cross takes night And lifts her girdles from her, on… High, cool,
Often beneath the wave, wide from… The dice of drowned men’s bones he… An embassy. Their numbers as he w… Beat on the dusty shore and were o… And wrecks passed without sound of…
How many dawns, chill from his rip… The seagull’s wings shall dip and… Shedding white rings of tumult, bu… Over the chained bay waters Liber… Then, with inviolate curve, forsak…
Through the bound cable strands, t… Upward, veering with light, the fl… Taut miles of shuttling moonlight… The whispered rush, telepathy of w… Up the index of night, granite and…
There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there… In the loose girdle of soft rain. There is even room enough
“And so we may arrive by Talmud s… And profane Greek to raise the bu… Of Helen’s house against the Isma… King of Thogarma, and his haberge… Brimstony, blue and fiery; and the…
Meticulous, past midnight in clear… Infrangible and lonely, smooth as… Together in one merciless white bl… The bay estuaries fleck the hard s… —As if too brittle or too clear to…
We make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consola… As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample pockets… For we can still love the world, w…
The little voices of the prairie d… Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, equestrian, and pu… And all unstingingly as to the moo…
The bell-rope that gathers God at… Dispatches me as though I dropped… Of a spent day - to wander the cat… From pit to crucifix, feet chill o… Have you not heard, have you not s…
You who desired so much—in vain to… Yet fed you hunger like an endless… Dared dignify the labor, bless the… Achieved that stillness ultimately… Being, of all, least sought for:…
As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by ... I am not ready for repentance; Nor to match regrets. For the mot… Bends no more than the still
A land of leaning ice Hugged by plaster-grey arches of s… Flings itself silently Into eternity. “Has no one come here to win you,
Regard the capture here, 0 Janus-… As double as the hands that twist… Such eves at search or rest you ca… Reciting pain or glee, how can you… Twin shadowed halves: the breaking…