Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs… Flouted opinion in his personal ha… For foppery he gave not any figs, But in his right and honor took th… Thus in his naked style, though we…

Powder and scent and silence. The… Shoulders his lute. The moon is L… It settles its pearl in every glas… Harlequin is already at the wharf. The gallant is masked. A pressure…

I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and b… It is certainly not me. But the crocus is up, and the lark… Blood knows what it knows.

What are these women up to? They’… Drapes over the windows, cutting o… And the slightest hope of a breeze… Can this be simply to avoid being… By some prying femme-de-chambre ac…

The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me outdoors to smell

How simple the pleasures of those… Simple but filled with exquisite s… The iridescent labyrinth of the sp… Its tethered tensor nest of polygo… Puffed by the breeze to a little b…

The harbingers are come. See, se… White is their colour; and behold… —George Herbert Long gone the smoke-and-pepper chi… Of the smoldering immolation of th…

Wines of the great châteaux Have been uncorked for you; Come, take this terrace chair: Examine the menu. The view from here is such

Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature… Already the bars are filled and J… Beneath a plentiful lady over the… He tilts his glass in the mild mah… I think of him when he first got o…

Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a t… I eye her bosom and consider a pas… Certain we’d not be missed In the general hubbub.

In Italy, where this sort of thin… I had a vision once - though you u… It was nothing at all like Dante’… And perhaps not a vision at all.… Picking my way through a warm sunl…

For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah… Composed in the Tower before his… These moving verses, and being bro… Painfully to the stake, submitted,… “I implore my God to witness that…

As though it were reluctant to be… .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down in its cha… Victorious over legions of gold an…

For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons… Against the hulls in the dockyard. Tar smoke rose between trees

A dying firelight slides along the… Of the cast iron cowboy where he l… Against my father’s books. The la… Whirls into darkness. My girl in… Fingers a page of Captain Marriat