When day is over I climb up the stair, Take off my dark dress, Pull down my hair, Open my window

They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,

Child Sun Why will you play Peep Bo Now in, now out The workroom window so? True ’tis

I am no mystic. All the ways of G… Are dark to me. I know not if he lived or if he di… In agony. My every act has reference to man.

The sun’s my fire. Golden, from a magnificence of blu… Should be its hue. But woolly clouds, Like boarding-house old ladies, co…

Standing on tiptoe, head back, eye… Upraised, Kate groped to reach th… Her sleeve slid up like darkness i… At gleam of dawn. Impatient with… For lack of inches, careless of he…

I had a lover who betrayed me. First he implored and then gainsai… Hopeless I dared no more importun… I found new friends, a kinder fort… Silence, indifference did greet me…

I wish you’d seen that dirty littl… Finger at nose, Peeking and ginking at some girls… Seated on the high window-sills to… One of the girls had hair as brigh…

My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent

The foot of my machine Sails up and down Upon the blue of this fine lady’s… Sail quickly, little boat, With gifts for me,

You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?

Somebody brought in lilac, Lilac after rain. Isn’t it strange, belovéd of mine You’ll not see it again? Lilac glad with the sun on it

I hated them when I was four year… The bright pink berries on the pep… And now they seem quite beautiful… My tower of dreams when I was fou… Was such a tree. Its branches hid…

Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path

Across the sea Come homeward ships With freight of boys. And still must we Forgo the joys