Sap stirs near me, roots stretch a… Sundering stones. And rivers waken, start in monoton… Their later tunes. Oaks bend their knotted knees

Wishes are birds. You have been c… With them, invisible, I sent you… Flown from my heart that long had… Surpassing winds in their sharp ea… You have not seen their dim shades…

Up that thin river, going over san… Down that deep river, purple to th… My fingers fire; cool your quiet h… And your voice sad, and mine the a… So, silver-thin, the flute-like ru…

Winter put his shoulder To our door, Nights are turning colder More and more; We are old–or older

How tender-mad the little meadows… The wobbling lambs are tasting mil… The tipsy trees Are leaned like foam on green, win… The pale moth flutters where the p…

What time is it? Midnight and very dark. Are you afraid? No. Are you? I want to live until morning.

Never heard happier laughter. Where did you hear it? Somwhere in the future. Very far in the future? No, not far, but near. American

What husks of last year’s winter c… To-morrow’s world–what dead, what… Of ancient parchments, laws, belie… Worn, tattered layers keep the lif… Where slender as a sword, and tend…

I understand what you were running… Slim naked boy, and why from far i… You came between dark hills. I kn… The sea makes in some ears. I und… I understand why you were running…

Over you, over you, over, I hang like a wave, like a lover, Like a scimitar edged with hate; Too heavy with grief to be straigh… And far,

You are no more, but sunken in a s… Sheer into dream, ten thousand lea… And now you lie green-golden, whil… Swings with the tide, my heart: an… Till I look down, and wavering, t…

In that day Everyone will sing, Everyone will play in that day; There will be carolling. You will make poems for your neigh…

Fearful of beauty, I always went Timidly indifferent: Dainty, hesitant, taking in Just what was tiniest and thin; Careful not to care

There is a bird that hangs head-do… Between the mango leaves and passi… Below, a spotted serpent twines And blunts its head against the ye… Along the warping ground a turtle…

Swing, swing, and swoon, Morning, evening, noon, And with night, sleep. If you must, weep– But here, here with me.