A Collection of Poems

When the bride of our Lord has made progress  and has climbed up to greater robustness,  she experiences yet another way of love,  more prof...

The landscape now reveals a change; A stair—that twinèd elm-boughs hold Enclosed 'mid hedges mystic, strange— Inaugurates a green and go...

Swimming is licentiously sleeping in sprawling water. is making love with each still operable pore is endlessly being free and inwardly triu...

Over Mary's soul so tender,  Falls heaven's holiest dew;  Her peer in grace and splendor  Creation never knew; 

Each hour I brood upon your goodness, so simple in its depth, I lose myself in prayers to you. 

The ferryman, a green reed 'twixt his teeth, With hand on oar, against the current strong Had rowed and rowed so long.

The sky has unfolded into night, and the moon seems to watch over the sleeping silence.

à Yvette Adieu. These are the final notes I’ve tapped out on my ribs and chest.

To see beauty in all, is to lift our own Soul Up to loftier heights than do chose who aspire Through culpable suffering, vanquished desire...

Once I see the flowery wreaths of May, the month of love for Mary and her Child, the month of love for thee, my pious friend, the month o...

As in the guileless, golden age, my heart I gave thee, even like an ample flower That opens in the dew's bright morning hour; My lips...

Implacably, dismally, prophetically, It is raining, interminable tears of rain, it rains Death upon the dismal city, long bereaved of sun....

Becalmed the profane noise of the crowd. Toward the risen Moon, the symbolic Bronzes Curve, in the blue night, their antique nudity In th...

Ah! how humble is thy birth     In the lowly manger, Thou the Lord of heaven and earth,     Weeping as a stranger; If a King indeed art ...

No picture now is left to me. no portrait here      below,

In such a spot, with radiant flowers for halo, I saw the Guardian Angel sit her down; Vine-branches fashioned a green shrine above her An...

Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world’s foundations first were laid, Come, visit every pious mind; Come, pour thy joys on human kind; F...

This barbaric capital, whereon monsters writhe, soldered together by the might of claw and tooth, in a mad whirl of blood, of fiery cries,...

Although we saw this bright garden, wherein we pass silently, flower before our eyes, it is rather in us that grows the pleasantest and f...

In hours like these, when through our dream of bliss So far from all things not ourselves we move, What lustral blood, what baptism is thi...