On a Sunless Day in April
If it happened inside the flesh
poetry
Visitation at noon
Over the plain old slant-roof house,
Lament for Virgins
This is a lament for virgins whom the night discovers
Sacrament for the Poet
Silence muffles him up to his too articulate eyes:
As No Pheonix Burns
Here she lies,
Of Lament and Praise
Rejoice in this day
Description is a Bird
In the afternoon while the sun beats down
The Inheritors: (for Quintin on her birthday, July, 7, 1964)
The light is tapped from stars
The Father
Seated alone, dusk, at his table
The Eagle and the Bear
Two Loves have I
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