Hap
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
. . .
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Harp Song of the Dane Women
What is a woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker? . . .
[He Lived-Childhood Summers]
He lived—childhood summers
thru bare feet
then years of money’s lack . . .
Helen
All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives . . .
Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch . . .
Here
Nothing has changed. They have a welcome sign,
a hill with cows and a white house on top,
a mall and grocery store where people shop, . . .
Here Is an Ear Hear
Is the ocean really inside seashells
or is it all in your mind?
—PICHON DE LA ONCE . . .
The Hill
On the crowded hill bordering the mill,
across the shallow stream, nearer than they seem,
they wait and will be waiting. . . .
History Lesson
I am four in this photograph, standing
on a wide strip of Mississippi beach,
my hands on the flowered hips . . .
Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person'd God
Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend . . .
