Twohundredeightyfive

Upon the hard crest of a snow-drift We tread, and grown quiet, we walk On...


Twohundredsixtyfive

Mix a pancake, Stir a pancake, Pop it in the pan; Fry the pancake, Toss...


Twohundredsixtyfour

Before me floats an image, man or shade, Shade more than man, more image...


Twohundredsixtythree

Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through...