I know more about flowers, And Pat knows about ships. ‘Schooner’ and 'barquentine’ Are words of note on his lips. Even 'schooner, barque-rigged’

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,

‘I used to have dozens of handkerc… Of finest lawn. I used to have silk shirts and fin… He’s like a faun This darling out-at-elbows Irish…

My window pane is broken Just a bit Where the small curtain doesn’t Cover it. And in the afternoon

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

This morning I got up before the… Had seized the hill, And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, pa… In sleep laid still. There they lay helpless under the…

I was sad Having signed up in a rebel band, Having signed up to rid the land Of a plague it had. For I knew

Our palm designed to grow In deserts, sent roots seeking far… Channels where waters flow. And in the city found Intricate pipings where the waters…

I’d like to spend long hours at ho… With a small child to bother me. I’d take her out to see the shops And fuss about my husband’s tea. Instead of this I spend my days

Sometimes the skirts I push throu… Spread circlewise, strong petalled… And look for the rapt moment of a… Like Buddha’s robe. And I, caught up out of the workr…

I like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders

Each day I sit in an ill-lighted… To teach a boy; For one hour by the clock great wo… Are our employ. We read St Agnes’ Eve and that m…

One summer day, along the street, Men pruned the gums To make them neat. The tender branches, white with fl… Lay in the sun

When I was still a child I thought my love would be Noble, truthful, brave, And very kind to me. Then all the novels said

Frolic mountain winds Innocent and shy, Kiss my darling’s cheek As they scurry by. Little fragrant leaves