The Secret Garden
I was ill, lying on my bed of old papers,
when you came with white rabbits in your arms;
and the doves scattered upwards, flying to mothers, . . .
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Seen Through a Window
A man and a woman are sitting at a table.
It is supper time. The air is green. The walls
Are white in the green air, as rocks under water . . .
Self-Employed
I stand and listen, head bowed,
to my inner complaint.
Persons passing by think . . .
Self-Inquiry Before the Job Interview
Did you sneeze?
Yes, I rid myself of the imposter inside me.
. . .
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, . . .
Semblance: Screens
A moth lies open and lies
like an old bleached beech leaf,
a lean-to between window frame and sill. . . .
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. . . .
Shall earth no more inspire thee
Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
. . .