Twohundredtwelve

O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or...


Twohundredeleven

The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the...


Twohundredten

All day I have watched the purple vine leaves Fall into the water. And...


Twohundrednine

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of...