One, from his high bright window i… Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of… Splashing its silver on roofs and… Sees how, swift as a shadow, it cr…

What shall we talk of? Li Po?… You narrow your long dark eyes to… You smile a little. . . .Outside,… I walk alone in a forest of ghostl… Your pale hands rest palm downward…

You see that porcelain ranged ther… Platters and soup-plates done with… And tiny violets, and wreaths of i… See how the pattern clings to the… They’re works of art—minutely seen…

When you are not surprised, not su… nor leap in imagination from sunli… or from shadow into sunlight suiting the color of fright or del… to the bewildering circumstance

After the movie, when the lights c… He takes her powdered hand behind… She, all in yellow, like a butterc… Lifts her white face, yearns up to… And with a silent, gliding step th…

The sun goes down in a cold pale f… The trees grow dark: the shadows l… And lights wink out through the wi… A clamor of frosty sirens mourns a… Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up fr…

She rose in moonlight, and stood,… With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silenc… And her face was small, and her vo… ‘O moon!’ she cried, ‘I think how…

The first soft snowflakes hovering… From one white cloud that hurries… Whispering over the black unfrozen… Silently falling on withered leave… Eddying slowly among bare boughs o…

Now, when the moon slid under the… And the cold clear dark of starlig… He heard in his blood the well-kno… Tolling slowly in heaves of sound, Slowly beating, slowly beating,

In the mazes of loitering people,… The shadows of tree-trunks and sha… In the drowse of the sunlight, amo… I suddenly face you, Your dark eyes return for a space…

I stood for a long while before th… Looking at the blue butterflies em… The building was a tower before me… Time was loud behind me, Sun went over the housetops and du…

Here on the pale beach, in the dar… With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look over the… Or into each other’s eyes. . . She pokes her parasol into the sle…

Round white clouds roll slowly abo… Over the clear red roofs they flow… A flock of pigeons rises with blue… Rises with whistle of wings, hover… And settles slowly again on the ta…

The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows. How inadequate they are to tell ho…

You read—what is it, then that you… What music moves so silently in yo… Your bright hand turns the page. I watch you from my window, unsusp… You move in an alien land, a silen…