Too Late and Too Early
Looking back, we'd like to see a progress --
Robert Gibbs
Trial by Error
Yellowing to season with its aconites
Poem
Time's tom-fooling, high time's games
A Last Resort
Here where tides untiring pluck a fretted shore
The Web and the Vine
Here sitting beside myself, ignoring
New Ties
Rooks in tall trees pulpited, in preachers' black,
Mill Lano Bridge, December 14
Over the slates and spires of the town
London, December 1952
This is the city solid walled,
Gullivor in Lilliput
Here I, whose window never knew
How, now, do I look forward
How, now, do I look forward
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