Standing on tiptoe, head back, eye… Upraised, Kate groped to reach th… Her sleeve slid up like darkness i… At gleam of dawn. Impatient with… For lack of inches, careless of he…

When I am making poetry I’m good And happy then. I live in a deep world of angelhoo… Afar from men. And all the great and bright and f…

Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really

My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent

This year I have seen autumn with… Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of myst… In the slow ripening of the town-b… Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands… And silver beech turned gold now w…

Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.

Just now, as warm day faded from o… Hosts of archangels, fleet On lighting-winged feet Passed by, all glimmering in the b… Sweet angels, bringing no blinding…

I bought a red hat To please my lover. He will hardly see it When he looks me over, Though it’s a fine hat.

I have golden shoes To make me fleet. They are like the wind Underneath my feet. When my lover’s kiss

I cannot be tricked out in lovely… All times, all days. My mind has moods of hating pearl… And jewel-blaze. Nor is the body worthily attired

You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?

The lilies in the garden walk Are out today. The nuns all came to look at them, To look and say They wouldn’t last to deck the cri…

I wish you’d seen that dirty littl… Finger at nose, Peeking and ginking at some girls… Seated on the high window-sills to… One of the girls had hair as brigh…

Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat

I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,