The Elms
In the fields
poetry
Willows
The tall willows sing
Pines Against the Light
In the light their leaf-work is like water
Past That is Present
The voice of a child
A toast to Beauty While Respighi's Music Played
We haerd the nightingales that sing at dusk,
Careless Love
Now you see what careless love has done to me;
To Ann
When you were born with tiny tender toes
Love-Song
Sweet wicked bride with your hard knees
The Balkan Spring (for Bela Bartok)
Harsh roses rasp in snarls of rain
Birds, Silent Home
Bank heaped with blook and laced with barley fronds,
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