Love is no more. …
Edgar Bowers
I’ll go among the dead to see my friend. …
The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faint …
The clairvoyante, a major general’s wife, …
Walking back to the office after lunch, …
How shall a generation know its story …
With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill …
I summon up Panofskv from his bed …
All winter long you listened for the boom …
Her unawed face, whose pose so long assumed …