End Of A Hot Day
At last we can look at the melted moon: . The grass is cool like olives : the cicadas Are almost tender. 'Here at least is peace,' We are trusting, 'after the day's hot......
Four Poems
Church Going Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church : matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawling of......
A Book Of Heroes
A glut of heroes makes a legend dull. All's not believed where all is true and good, All rescued in the tiny interval Between the dragon's jaws. Once understood, The moral laws......
Chartres
The kings, the saints, the martyrs, painted glass, Smashing the sunshine into brilliant stains. The light, transmuted, dyed, is left to pass Into the aisles, but wind and Autumn......
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