Cry! Cry! What Shall I Cry?
Wrapped in a sterilized code
poetry
To a Poet with Nothing to Write About
" ' Fool,' said the Muse, 'look into thy heart and write.' "
Dirge for a Victor
One morning in the bright of the sun,
Merchant
When you speak of a distinguished merchant,
Sequence
I
The Poet has a Drink in the Luxembourg
Reflected violets fall, a crystal barrow
The Well
Slide down the blossoming well you may discover
After Sappho
Joy as Heaven knows the favoured lover
Union Station
Where greetings explode and unfold
Winter Window Flower
Into my room
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