Abandoned Farmhouse

He was a big man, says the size of his shoes
on a pile of broken dishes by the house;
a tall man too, says the length of the bed . . .

Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight

It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, . . .

Across the Bay

A queer thing about those waters: there are no

Birds there, or hardly any.

I did not miss them, I do not remember

Missing them, or thinking it uncanny. . . .

Actaeon

The hounds, you know them all by name.
You fostered them from purblind whelps
At their dam’s teats, and you have come . . .

Adam’s Curse

We sat together at one summer’s end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,   
And you and I, and talked of poetry. . . .

Advice to a Prophet

When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,   
Mad-eyed from stating the obvious,
Not proclaiming our fall but begging us . . .

The Affliction of Richard

Love not too much. But how,
When thou hast made me such,
And dost thy gifts bestow, . . .

After a Rainstorm

Because I have come to the fence at night,
the horses arrive also from their ancient stable.
They let me stroke their long faces, and I note . . .

After Apple-Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill . . .

After working sixty hours again for what reason

The best job I had was moving a stone
from one side of the road to the other.
This required a permit which required . . .