Why does she put me to many indign… Shifts to prevent myself thinking… My golden Katie, who loveth not k… I wear my new dresses and put on s… All to prevent myself thinking upo…

When I was still a child I thought my love would be Noble, truthful, brave, And very kind to me. Then all the novels said

I lie in the dark Grass beneath and you above me, Curved like the sky, Insistent that you love me. But the high stars

I know a room that’s dark in dayti… No sunbeams light it, Whether in months of gloom or mont… So people slight it. Yet in the noon of each succeeding…

I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,

I went down to post a letter Through the garden, through the ga… All the lovely stars were shining As I went. They were free as I, unhappy

One summer day, along the street, Men pruned the gums To make them neat. The tender branches, white with fl… Lay in the sun

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

The strike’s done. The men won. The ships sail the sea To bring back What we lack,

At ten o’clock the great gong soun… Prelude to splendour. I push back… And all the people leave their boo… Still acquiescent, down the marble… Into the dark where we can’t read.…

Old memories waken old desires Infallibly. While we’re alive With eye or ear or sense at all, Sometimes, must love revive. But we’ll not think, when some str…

You, whom the grave cannot bind, Shall a song hold you? Still you escape from the mesh Spun to enfold you. Your woven texture of flesh

He has picked grapes in the sun.… Like a fairy tale, Like a tale of dreams. ‘He in his slender youth, with vin… Under a blazing sky’—

My lovely pixie, my good companion… You do not love me, bed-mate of mi… Save as a child loves, Careless of loving, Rather preferring raspberry wine.

All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,