I sat on the Dogana’s steps For the gondolas cost too much, th… And there were not “those girls”,… And the Buccentoro twenty yards o… And the lit cross—beams, that year…

The pomps of butchery, financial p… Told 'em to die in war, and then t… Then cut their saving to the half… When will this system lie down in… The pomps of Fleet St., festering…

After Li Po While my hair was still cut straig… across my forehead I played at the front gate, pullin… flowers.

The petals fall in the fountain, the orange-coloured rose-leaves, Their ochre clings to the stone.

Who am I to condemn you, O Dives… I who am as much embittered With poverty As you are with useless riches?

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I

I see by the morning papers That America’s sturdy sons Have started a investigation Of the making of guns. The morning paper tells me

It is, and is not, I am sane enou… Since you have come this place has… This fabrication built of autumn r… Then there’s a goldish colour, dif… And one gropes in these things as…

Vex not thou the banker’s mind (His what?) with a show of sense, Vex it not, Willie, his mind, Or pierce its pretence On the supposition that it ever

These tales of old disguisings, ar… Strange myths of souls that found… Unwonted folk that spake an hostil… Some soul from all the rest who’d… The star—span acres of a former lo…

The Sword Singing - The voice of the Sword from the h… Clanging imperious Forth from Time’s battlements

Let us build here an exquisite fri… The flame, the autumn, and the gre… Fought out their strife here, ’tis… Where these have been, meet ’tis,…

Because a lady asks me, I would t… Of an affect that comes often and… And is so overweening; Love by na… E’en its deniers can now hear the… I for the nonce to them that know…

“'Tis but a vague, invarious delig… As gold that rains about some buri… As the fine flakes, When tourists frolicking Stamp on his roof or in the glazin…

Let us deride the smugness of 'Th… So much for the gagged reviewers, It will pay them when the worms ar… vitals; These are they who objected to new…