You say that you are wronged--ah, well,

I count that friendship poor, at best

A bauble, a mere bagatelle,

That cannot stand so slight a test.

The terrier, down on the hearth,

Twitches and barks in his sleep,

Soft little foolish barks,

More like a dream than a dog . . .

Gazing at the apex

star configurations

red picnic blanket

the endless summer.

Nor will a brave man choose to live when he,

Full deeply drunk of life, has reached the dregs

As a white candle

In a holy place,

So is the beauty

Of an aged face.

Gossiping on the country-side,

Spring and the wandering breezes say,

God has thrown Heaven open wide

And let the thrushes out to-day.

Taking daughter’s boyfriend hostage

may have been a bit extreme,

But other fathers have done worse things

when their daughters were sixteen.

Beautiful lie the dead;

Like ships, the anchor dropped,

In a deep water.

I heard a cry in the night,

A thousand miles it came,

It was quiet then it was louder,

My name, my name, my name…