Looking upwards at the clear summer sky I see all the trees have green leaves The same color as the grass on the ground. The sun shines...

Metamorphosis Up from the shadowed forest floor you rise, Grim undertakers in the train of death From whose smashed, stinking remnants...

To the short day and the great arc of shadow I've come, alas, walking over the pale hills Where all the colors have vanished from the...

Three ships sailed on a sea’s soft swell, a small sea, but one full of wrecks. In those wrecks, drowned men, their spent bones and from...