The stone falls, the bird flies, t… But we have no motion, we scatter… O, give me a song to sing for your… A song that will lift, like a wave… You and myself, that will fling li…

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

Withhold your breath! Heavy in noon, and sleepy as slow… Garden of sweets and sours, The cluster of my body hangs Odorous with flowers:

Other hearts have broken gracefull… And now your eyes reproach me that… Is awkward, and my arms Are angular across my breast Where emptiness is pressed.

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

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

Fifty wizards working in the wind And one tall wizard standing in th… Made a quick sheen to lacquer all… Up leapt the sun. The air was far… The weeds, the grass, the corn, th…

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

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…

Expand, accustomed world No longer mean and small, Tight code, mean mind, crude dream… With ghost pioneers we see Horizons

Put her away some place between tw… Away from the sea and the sun. She has so much to think of–must s… On your bright bosom always, Moth… Put her away, and let some other b…

We who have seen the city’s sentin… Some iron-colored tower, monument To slow encroaching force–our thew… Against her girders! With her noi… From this our iron tongue we toll,…

Red is the mouth of Pele, passion… Against the fires of the kindling… Fire to fire moves: the heavens wa… As low to earth comes crimson-drip… They kiss in thunder, shudder, suf…

Now I am slow and placid, fond of… Like a sleek beast, or a worn one, No slim and languid girl – not gla… With the windy trip I once had, But velvet-footed, musing of my ow…

Gnats and an ant have gnawed your… You who could spring and sprawl on… Down half the meadow. Under tiny… The ant has stored your essence.… You stitched the air with level da…