Ode in the New Mode

Your face
Was a temple
From which your soul
Came to me beneath arched brows:
And my soul knelt at your feet.

Then
Inadvertently
I saw your leg
Curved and turned like a bird-song
Dying into ecstatic silence at the garter...

Wretched
Women!
When you are wholly lovely
Man cannot forget either of his two afflictions,
Soul, or body!


Night

I opened the door
And night stared at me like a fool,
Heavy dull night, clouded and safe--
I turned again toward the uncertainties
Of life within doors.

Once night was a lion,