1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good…

Civilisation is hooped together, brought Under a rue, under the semblance of peace By manifold illusion; but man’s life is thought, And…

Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened…

Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant…

What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer…

Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare? His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move In marble or in bronze,…

I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have…

I Around me the images of thirty years; An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by the bars,…

I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it was the…

IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING NONCHALANCE IS GOOD, AND really, it is not the business of the gods to bake clay…

Nautilus Island’s hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her son’s a…