The Darker Sooner
Then came the darker sooner,
came the later lower.
We were no longer a sweeter-here . . .
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The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate . . .
Dawn Chorus
Every morning since the time changed
I have woken to the dawn chorus
And even before it sounded, I dreamed of it . . .
The Days Gone By
O the days gone by! O the days gone by!
The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;
The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail . . .
Deaf-Mute in the Pear Tree
His clumsy body is a golden fruit
pendulous in the pear tree
. . .
The Death of Allegory
I am wondering what became of all those tall abstractions
that used to pose, robed and statuesque, in paintings
and parade about on the pages of the Renaissance
. . .
Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg
You might come here Sunday on a whim.
Say your life broke down. The last good kiss
you had was years ago. You walk these streets . . .
Deliberate
So by sixteen we move in packs
learn to strut and slide
in deliberate lowdown rhythm . . .
The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee
I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water . . .
The Destruction of Sennacherib
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
. . .
