At supper time an ondine’s narrow feet
made dark tracks on the hearth.
Like the heart of a…


Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a…

The Rose

I am weary of the Garden,
    Said the Rose;
For the winter winds are sighing,
All my…

A Blessing

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of…


My father worked with a horse-plough,

His shoulders globed like a full sail strung

Between the shafts and…


Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow.
I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds,
to dare.

Candle Hat

In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates:
Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in…


He was discovered in the henhouse

where she had confined him.  He was

incapable of saying anything.



Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to…

An African Thunderstorm


From the west
Clouds come hurrying with the wind
Turning sharply
Here and there
Like a plague of locusts
Tossing up…

Away Above a Harborful

Away above a harborful
                                              of caulkless houses  
among the charley noble chimneypots
                  of a rooftop rigged with…

Drifting Off

The guttersnipe and the albatross

gliding for days without a single wingbeat

were equally beyond me.


I yearned for…