First Things
Really, Barby,
poetry
Chiltern
In England's afternoon the light
Interlude
The white haze of winter
Late Swim
The night
Fishing at Dawn
As pearly swell sucking rock
Up, Green Fire!
Up, green fire!
Evening
Blue heron in a tree
Time and the Mountain
The white granite
The Hills and I
If the great hills could shrug
A Metaphor for Her
'These worms,'
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