Quiet in the House
The house had something ominous to say
poetry
The unvisited
Frail as the wing-fall of butterfly
Low Tide
Along the beach a crowd is gathering
Mr. Lucky and the Wind
Here comes Mr. Lucky
For Cleopatra (and others)
Never was there
Addendum to Hell
Agony comes in the midst of dark.
- And You Shall Find
Seek not for peace among the Kings
The aspirant
The other day I tried to rope the sun,
The Old Woods
I have read deep thoughts and exalted hearts'-pourings written,
Red-Shouldered Hawks
Red-shouldered hawks in the Illinois woods,
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