Barbarous Captivity The stone confines the angel’s shape; It grips her hands with awful might; It clutches at her supple nape And hinders...

Beware utopia’s demented choirs. Their melodies, with sweet, seductive splendor, Inflaming Man’s fantastical desires For liberty from...

The butterfly, the sea anemone, And snowflake, though possessive of the true Design of grace and perfect symmetry, Seem crude and ugly...

If you see an ant go marching In his regimented pack, Brittle, beady body arching With that leaf upon his back, Let him be, don’t dare...