Rotting in the wet gray air …
Mary Barnard
The country lies flat, expressionless as the face of a stranger. …
Ink-black, but moving independently …
Out of a high meadow where flowers …
What’s geography? What difference what mountain …
At supper time an ondine’s narrow feet …
Wheel of sorrow, centerless. …
After reading Ash Wednesday …
The seas has made a wall for its defence …