Of Robert Frost

of the furious Who take Today and jerk it out of joint

—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday, And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday— When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed, Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the…

Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick Isn’t here any more. All done with seeing her fat little form Burst out of the basement door;

And if sun comes How shall we greet him? Shall we not dread him, Shall we not fear him

Phoenix “In Egyptian mythology, a bird which lived for five hundred years and then consumed itself

Kathleen Eileen Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls

Inamoratas, with an approbation, Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination. He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat