LESBIA’S daughter, I shall tel… Here’s no fit amber for such a dai… Let them embalm your beauty whoso… In boastful odes, I’m a more hone… Lovers’ abodes with poets’ words a…

SCALY with poison, bright with f… Great fungi steam beside the gate, Run tentacles through flagstone cr… Or claw beyond, where meditate Wet poplars on a pitchy lawn.

IN the castle of Glubbdubdrib How spendidly we dine On flesh from magic potagers And cups of dead men’s wine, Dead men who run with bottles,

I saw Time flowing like a hundred… That fly behind the daylight, foxe… Or piercing, like the quince-brigh… Of sun gone thrusting under Harbo… So Time, the wave, enfolds me in…

EARTH which has known so many pa… Of April air, so many marriages Of strange and lovely atoms breedi… Never may find again that lost del… In the sharp sky, the frosty deepn…

THOU moon, like a white Christus… At the sky’s cross-roads, I’ll co… Though travellers bend up, and see… Let them go truckle with their gif… I’ll ask no favours of thy cocker…

MUSIC, on the air’s edge, rides… Plumed like empastured Caesars of… With a god’s helmet; now, in the g… Of sunlight, the iron cloak, the… Melt to enchanted flesh—a voice is…

‘THESE are the floating berries… They drop their harvest in dark al… Softly far down on groves of Venu… Forgotten at the world’s edge—and… Unlocks all closed things, eyes an…

RANKS of electroplated cubes, dw… Like the other pasture, the trigon… Death’s candy-bed. Stone caked on… Dry pyramids and racks of iron bal… Life is observed, a precipitate of…

THE smell of birds’ nests faintly… Is autumn. In the autumn I came Where spring had used me better, To the clear red pebbles and the m… And foundered beetles, to the brok…

SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone… Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fum… Night, the old nun, in voiceless p… To kiss corruption, so fabulous he… All drowns in night. Even the laz…

These black bush-waters, heavy wit… Like plumes above dead captains, w… Uncounted kissing, unremembered vo… Nights long forgotten, moons too d… Or stars too cold... all quick thi…

(To the etchings of Norman Lindsa… Now the statues lean over each to… Gravely in warm plaster turning; t… The trees come suddenly to flower… The water-gardens to glassy fire,…

(To N.L.) THERE were strange riders once,… Cloaked in dark furs, with faces g… And white as air. None knew them,… Princes gone feasting, barons with…

COOK was a captain of the Admira… When sea-captains had the evil eye… Or should have, what with beating… And casting nativities of ships; Cook was a captain of the powder-d…