Soft Snow

I walked abroad in a snowy day;

I asked the soft snow with me to play;

She played with me and she melted in all her prime,

And the winter called it a dreadfull crime.

William Blake (1757_ 1827)

Villanelle: The Psychological Hour

I HAD over-prepared the event—
that much was ominous.
With middle-aging care
I had laid out just the right books,
I almost turned down the right pages.	5
Beauty is so rare a thing …
So few drink of my fountain.
So much barren regret!
So many hours wasted!
And now I watch from the window	10
rain, wandering busses.
Their little cosmos is shaken—
the air is alive with that fact.
In their parts of the city
they are played on by diverse forces;	15
I had over-prepared the event.
Beauty is so rare a thing …
So few drink at my fountain.
Two friends: a breath of the forest …
Friends? Are people less friends	20
because one has just, at last, found them?
Twice they promised to come.
“Between the night and morning?
Beauty would drink of my mind.
Youth would awhile forget	25
my youth is gone from me.
Youth would hear speech of beauty.
II (“Speak up! You have danced so stiffly?
Someone admired your works,
And said so frankly.	30
“Did you talk like a fool,
The first night?
The second evening?
“But they promised again:
‘Tomorrow at tea-time.’”)	35
III Now the third day is here—
no word from either;
No word from her nor him,
Only another man’s note:
“Dear Pound, I am leaving England.”	40
Ezra pound

j.p.morgan

A man always has two reasons for doing anything: a good reason and the real reason.J. P. Morgan