Short Poems

At your light side trees shy
A kneeling enters them

After your death,
Naomi, your hair will escape to become
a round animal, nameless.

At your light side trees shy
A kneeling enters them

How long did we sit engrossed in talk
under the flowering jacaranda tree?
I don't know. I only know,
the moon crept out from behind the tree
and placed its fingers across our eyes.

The only man I ever loved
Said good bye
And went away
He was killed in Picardy
On a sunny day.

Rest thus your head on my arm
that from your forehead to your lips my eye
may glide along the bridge of your nose
Rest thus your head
I rest my hand on your lips be still

The pig is taught by sermons and epistles
To think the God of Swine has snout and bristles.

Judibras.

Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather,
Ride, follow the fox if you can!
But, for pleasure and profit together,
Allow me the hunting of Man--
The chase of the Human, the search for the Soul
To its ruin--the hunting of Man.

Live not with thy head showing in the clouds,
Thou art by birth the offspring of this earth,
The stream that passed the sluice cannot again flow back,
Nor can again return the misspent time that sped,
Consider well the deeds of the good and bad,
Whether in this thy profit lieth or in that

A great enchanter too is Poe,
His bells do so harmonious flow ;
Wondrous mystery of his raven
On our minds is ere engraven ;
His weird, mysterious romances
Imagination oft entrances.