Precipitations

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Bread Poems

  Lullaby
  Embarkation of Cythera
  Christian Luxuries
  Narrow Flowers
  Eyes
  After Youth
  The Shadow that Walks Alone
  Bible Truth
  The Maternal Breast
  Air for G String
  Destiny

The Red Cross

  Hectic I-II
  Isolation Ward
  The Red Cross
  Hospital Night

Domestic Canticle

  Spring Song
  Home Again
  To a Sick Child
  Love Song
  Quarrel
  My Child
  The Tunnel I-V

Bruised Sunlight

Water Moods

  Rain on the Seashore
  Ship Masts
  Monochrome
  Antique
  Echo Looks at Herself
  Spell

Hungry Seasons

  Rainy Twilight
  The Storm
  Nymphs
  Winter Dawn

The Wall of Night

  Springtime Too Soon
  Stars
  Night Music
  Nocturne of Water
  The Long Moment
  Designs I-IV
  Argo
  Japanese Moon
  The Naiad
  Floodtide
  Mountain Pass in August

Contemporaries

Harmonics

  Young Men
  Young Girls
  House Spirits
  At the Meeting House
  Christians
  Devil's Cradle
  Women
  Penelope
  Poor People's Dreams
  For Wives and Mistresses

Portraits

  Portrait of Rich Old Lady
  Nigger
  The Maiden Mother
  A Pious Woman
  A Very Old Rose Jar
  The Nixie
  Old Ladies' Valhalla
  Portraits of Poets I-III
  Theodore Dreiser
  Pieta

Brazil Through A Mist

The Ranch

  Tropical Life
  Twenty-four Hours
  Rainy Season
  Mail on the Ranch
  The Vampire Bat
  Conservatism
  Little Pigs
  The Silly Ewe
  The Snake
  The Years
  Burning Mountains I-III
  Tropical Winter
  Talk on the Ranch

Les Malades des Pays Chauds

  Pride of Race
  Don Quixote Sojourns in Rio de Janeiro
  Convent Musings
  Guitarra
  November

The Coming of Christ

The Death of Columbine

  Duet
  From a Man Dying on a Cross
  Lagniappe
  Hail Mary!
  The Death of Columbine
  Pierrot Laughs
  The Transmigration of Caliban
  Gundry
  Viennese Waltz

Resurrection

  Immortality
  Autumn Night
  Venus' Fly Trap
  Suicide
  Leaves I-IV
  Allegro

MANHATTAN

THE UNPEOPLED CITY

MIDNIGHT WORSHIP: BROOKLYN BRIDGE

  In the rain
  Rows of street lamps are saints in bright garments
  That flow long with the bend of knees.
  They lift pale heads nimbussed with golden spikes.

  Up the lanes of liquid onyx
  Toward the high fire-laden altars
  Move the saints of Manhattan
  In endless pilgrimage to death,
  Amidst the asphodel and anemones of dawn.

ASCENSION: AUTUMN DUSK IN CENTRAL PARK

  Featureless people glide with dim motion through a quivering
       blue silver;
  Boats merge with the bronze-gold welters about their keels.
  The trees float upward in gray and green flames.
  Clouds, swans, boats, trees, all gliding up a hillside
  After some gray old women who lift their gaunt forms
  From falling shrouds of leaves.

  Thin fingered twigs clutch darkly at nothing.
  Crackling skeletons shine.
  Along the smutted horizon of Fifth Avenue
  The hooded houses watch heavily
  With oily gold eyes....