A Nameless Fossil
What creature’s frame, entombed in stone, Lies, though marine, in open air? As if it glimpsed the Gorgon’s stare, Hard rock outlines its...
A Nameless Fossil
I Know Why the Red Rose Weeps
A Grief Observed
Only if
Poetry
On the Epitaph of John Keats
Father Hennepin and the Great Spirit
Three Sister Islands*
To a Northern Summer Morning
Flight of the Ibis
Of Sense
My Soul is Dark
Sonnet — by Edward Hoke
Who Can Tell a Wave...
In St. Mary's Church — Fredricksburg, TX
The Gardens of Cordoba
Ode to the South of Yemen
Evening Flight
In Memory of John Keats (1795 – 1821)
Behind the Sparkling Light in All Men's Eyes