Poetry
Summer 1957
Shrine
Here rose and columbine, Where once was only snow, Crowd round an iron shrine That marks a pilgrim vow. Here lanes that lead through fields Are almost lost in wheat, […]
Poetry
Summer 1957
Elegy
My father living, I was glad to see The roses running wild along our lane, Lane lined with poplar, flanked by timothy, Where in sweating August we hauled our grain […]
Poetry
Summer 1957
Neither Black nor White
Visibly morality is not So much gradation Of black and white As juxtaposition Of many colors. In Renoir’s late and famous nudes No trace of smutch Though earlier he used […]
Poetry
Autumn 1949
Ophelia
Far more a garland than the garland-bier That buoys her billowed hair, Her skin more lily, lips more rose and myrrh Than all a garden’s ware, She floats on the […]
Poetry
Spring 1949
The Song of the Two Snails Who Go to a Burial
Away to a dead leaf’s burial Two snails set off one day In their shells all painted black And crepe wound round their horns They start out through the dark […]
Poetry
Spring 1949
As Though It Were a Miracle
As though it were a miracle Oranges on the branches of an orange-tree As though it were a miracle A man approaching As though it were a miracle putting One […]
Fiction
Autumn 1953
Orpheus
Until he came, wind in the trees had no voice. The sea smoothed out its waves in the most utter silence, rain fell on roofs without a murmur, and they […]