One faintly scented rose
You handed me that day,
You plucked it where it grows,
A plea for me to stay.
...
All are painfully inept,
In matters looped
All things belie,
Swing outward, inward,
...
PLUMS IN AUTUMN
The house no longer stands where it once was,
they tore it down.
...
There is an island I have seen
In dream and wanderings of the night,
A shimmering isle of bluing sheen
Etched in Electra's crackling light;
...