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Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands . . .
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The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
. . .
The River Now
Hardly a ghost left to talk with. The slavs moved on
or changed their names to something green. Greeks gave up
old dishes and slid into repose. Runs of salmon thin . . .
The River of Bees
In a dream I returned to the river of bees
Five orange trees by the bridge and
Beside two mills my house . . .
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood . . .
Rock and Hawk
Here is a symbol in which
Many high tragic thoughts
Watch their own eyes.
. . .
Romance
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
. . .
Rondeau
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in; . . .
The Room
Through that window — all else being extinct
Except itself and me — I saw the struggle
Of darkness against darkness. Within the room . . .
The Rose
a labyrinth,
as if at its center,
god would be there— . . .
