These phantoms crowd about
My lonely heart:
Their eyes are cold
But their embrace is warm –
...
I.
Stumbling naked and alone,
To the bank of the oily river
...
All the hot red glow,
The raging booms are gone,
But the grief hangs still
Like a tattered English flag
...
Stumbling eyeless
On the raging moor
Lost, a tragic zombie—
...
Do not ask me
If i love you by
Candlelight when
The world is a
...
The black hair was
A glistening wave
Down, down her
Curving back.
...
I remember,
Like yesterday,
The blinking city lights—
The yawning gulf in your eyes.
...
Old woman,
You shiver on
The bomb-shattered street;
Alone
...
The stars sparked flames in her violet eyes;
Lashes matted as the the tree-tops' twisted arms,
And lips and mouth, so red, so red.
Red as the darling dove's hawk-gashed heart
...