A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and rom… As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tre… It lifts existence on a plane of snow

One misty evening, one another’s guide, We two were groping down a Malvern side The last wet fields and dripping hedges… There came a moment of confusing lights, Such as according to belief in Rome

In the thick of a teeming snowfall I saw my shadow on snow. I turned and looked back up at the sky, Where we still look to ask the why Of everything below.

What tree may not the fig be gathered fr… The grape may not be gathered from the b… It’s all you know the grape, or know the… As a girl gathered from the birch myself Equally with my weight in grapes, one au…

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting d… Looking back over her shoulder at some f… She took a doubtful step and then undid… To raise herself and look again. He sp…

There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound ag… He says that leaves are old and that for… Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.

To Ridgely Torrence On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides’ I often see flowers from a passing car That are gone before I can tell what th… I want to get out of the train and go ba…

The soil now gets a rumpling soft and da… And small regard to the future of any we… The final flat of the hoe’s approval sta… Is reserved for the bed of a few selecte… There is seldom more than a man to a har…

Poetry is when an emotion has found its…

Square Matthew Hale’s young grafted app… Began to blossom at the age of five; And after having entertained the bee, And cast its flowers and all the stems b… It set itself to keep those three alive;