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

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…

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.

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.

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…

What is unwisdom but the lusting a… Longevity: to be old and full of d… For the vast and unremitting tide… Casts up to view more sorrowful th… And as for pleasures, once beyond…

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

So there stood Matthew Arnold and… With the cliffs of England crumbl… And he said to her, 'Try to be tr… And I’ll do the same for you, for… All over, etc., etc.’

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

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…

Against the enormous rocks of a ro… The ocean rams itself in pitched a… And spastic rage to which there is… Foam-white brigades collapse; but… Has infinite reserves; at each att…

It’s all very well to dream of a d… Picasso’s or the Pope’s, The one that annually coos in Our… Half the world’s hopes, And the other one that shall cunni…

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…

I’m mighty glad to see you, Mrs.… And thank you very kindly for this… Especially now when all the others… Are having holiday visitors, and… A little conspicuous and in the wa…

It was a villainous spirit, snub-n… Of breath, thick-taloned and malev… That squatted within him wheresoev… .......And possessed the soul of… There was no peace on pillow or on…