A Collection of Poems

the well digger comes out into the floating world— the heat!

The bulging cloud mounts lazily     In shade where sunlight glances through, And sweeping lightly from the tree     Melts indolently in t...

When night ends, the fog begins Heavy as lead! Shrouding the town: Once grand And home of grandeur.

I stood at the ruins of my former school where I was patiently moulded; wild plants own every space now; my soul was paralyzed. What ha...

Portentous Egypt! I in thee behold And studiously examine human-kind, Learning to know me in mine origin, In the primeval and the social ...

You must descend from your head into your heart.

’Tis said that when The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood, And hoary trees with groans of woe, Like warriors by an unknown foe, Wer...

Ye speedy Spirits, stay our chariot now, God's Morning-star in its full zenith stands; Its height is reached; and lo! the moment comes...

One fills the large Delft jugs, Painted with blue dragons and birds, With a loose sheaf of bright flowers:

the sun is a new house you write it it is tomorrow we hold our hands through the open windows