I will mix me a drink of stars, --
       Large stars with polychrome needles,
       Small stars jetting maroon and crimson,
       Cool, quiet, green stars.
       I will tear them out of the sky,
       And squeeze them over an old silver cup,
       And I will pour the cold scorn of my Beloved into it,
       So that my drink shall be bubbled with ice.
       It will lap and scratch
       As I swallow it down;
       And I shall feel it as a serpent of fire,
       Coiling and twisting in my belly.
       His snortings will rise to my head,
       And I shall be hot, and laugh,
       Forgetting that I have ever known a woman.

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