Before me lies a mass of shapeless days,
         Unseparated atoms, and I must
         Sort them apart and live them. Sifted dust
       Covers the formless heap. Reprieves, delays,
       There are none, ever. As a monk who prays
         The sliding beads asunder, so I thrust
         Each tasteless particle aside, and just
       Begin again the task which never stays.
         And I have known a glory of great suns,
       When days flashed by, pulsing with joy and fire!
       Drunk bubbled wine in goblets of desire,
         And felt the whipped blood laughing as it runs!
       Spilt is that liquor, my too hasty hand
       Threw down the cup, and did not understand.

Sword Blades and Poppy Seed
sword blades
   The Captured Goddess
   The Precinct. Rochester
   The Cyclists
   Sunshine through a Cobwebbed Window
   A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.
   Astigmatism
   The Coal Picker
   Storm-Racked
   Convalescence
   Patience
   Apology
   A Petition
   A Blockhead
   Stupidity
   Irony
   Happiness
   The Last Quarter of the Moon
   A Tale of Starvation
   The Foreigner
   Absence
   A Gift
   The Bungler
   Fool's Money Bags
   Miscast I
   Miscast II
   Anticipation
   Vintage
   The Tree of Scarlet Berries
   Obligation
   The Taxi
   The Giver of Stars
   The Temple
   Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success
   In Answer to a Request
poppy seed
   The Great Adventure of Max Breuck
   Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris
   After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok
   Clear, with Light, Variable Winds
   The Basket
   In a Castle
   The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde
   The Exeter Road
   The Shadow
   The Forsaken
   Late September
   The Pike
   The Blue Scarf
   White and Green
   Aubade
   Music
   A Lady
   In a Garden
   A Tulip Garden