On Finding the Shoe
When they came, mud yellow high on their boots
poetry
God's Grace and Not my Works
God's grace and not my works
August Afternoon
Summer is almost over now. The fountain
In the Afternoon Sun
A negro rides the yellow
The Rise on Stepping-Stones
Down the long driveway
County Blues
In my cell
Sisyphus
How did you survive, Sisyphus,
In the Deeps of the years In the Changes of Things
Our innocence dismembered by ablation
Prewar Summer
The heaving green shadows bruised the lawns on the park
Paris
Calm, without crime or crease in a rhyme
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