Twohundredninetytwo

The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six...


Twohundredninetyone

The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow, The laughter...


Twohundredninety

Sing the song of the moment in careless carols, in the transient light of...


Twohundredeightynine

It was at a wine party— I lay in a drowse, knowing it not. The blown...