The President has apples on the table And barefoot servants round him, who adjust The curtains to a metaphysical 't'

The President ordains the bee to be Immortal. The President ordains.

Should there be a question of returning or Of death in memory's dream? Is spring a sleep? This warmth is for lovers at last accomplishing Their love, this begi…

The bees came booming as if they had never gone, As if hyacinths had never gone. We say This changes and that changes. Thus the constant Violets, doves, girls,…