Crude seeing’s all our joy: could we discern …
John Frederick Nims
This seablue fir that rode the mountain storm …
If what began (look far and wide) will end: …
It’s brief and bright, dear children; bright and brief. …
We had a city also. Hand in hand …
Always, he woke in those days …
Beside the rivers of the midnight town …
I …
Not knowing in what season this again …
Seeing in crowded restaurants the one you love …
I’d have you known! It puzzles me forever …
When first the apprizing eye and tongue that muttered …