Spring is Not our Mating Season

Spring is Not our Mating Season

I will not kiss you, country fashion, By hedgesides where Weasel and hare Claim kinship with our passion….   This bare clay-pit is truest setting For love like ours: No bed of flowers But sand-ledge for our petting.   The Spring is not our mating...
Lovely in eyes not His

Lovely in eyes not His

Each  mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells ; Selves – goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying What I do is me: for that I came.   I say more: the just man justices; Keeps grace:   that keeps all his...