Self-Employed
I stand and listen, head bowed,
to my inner complaint.
Persons passing by think . . .
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Self-Portrait
I know I promised to stop
talking about her,
but I was talking to myself. . . .
Self-Portrait
He wants to be
a brutal old man,
an aggressive old man, . . .
September, 1918
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, . . .
Serenade
Sleep, love sleep,
The night winds sigh,
In soft lullaby. . . .
Shawl
Eight hours by bus, and night
was on them. He could see himself now
in the window, see his head there with the country . . .
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
. . .
Shiloh: A Requiem (April, 1862)
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
The swallows fly low
Over the field in clouded days, . . .
Shine, Perishing Republic
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens,
. . .
A Shropshire Lad II: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
. . .
