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....