A candle flame. My love has put it out.
It did not know its bliss. Shall I, in death?
Hokku
Cloths, fans, stones slumberous, colour and fancy and lilt.
No hard straight place to be. O quiet sky.
Hokku
I made a garden. Afterward it died.
It never even knew it was a garden.
SONNETS AND VARIATIONS
WHEN DID SPRING DIE?
When did Spring die? I did not see her go
Down the bright lane she painted. All flower-still
She moved among her emblems on the hill
Touching away their burden of old snow.
Was it on some great down where long winds flow
That the wild spirit of Spring went out to fill
The eyes of Summer? Did a daffodil
Lift the pale urn remote where she lies low?
O not as other moments did she die,
That woman-season outlined like a rose.
Before the banner of Autumn’s scarlet bough
The Summer fell; and Winter with a cry
Wed with March wind. Spring did not die like those
But vaguely, as if Love had prompted: Now.