Twohundredfiftyfour

Fragments of sin are a part of me. New brooms shall sweep clean the…


Twohundredfiftythree

You dweller in the dark cabin, To whom the watermelon is always purple,…


Twohundredfiftytwo

Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall…


Twohundredfiftyone

Into the street the Piper stept,    Smiling first a little smile, As…


Twohundredfifty

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and…


Twohundredfortynine

I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all…


Twohundredfortyeight

But in going down an alley, To a castle in a valley, They completely…


Twohundredfortyseven

The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black…


Twohundredfortysix

While the moon rode over the garden,    High in the arch of night, And…


Twohundredfortyfive

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;…