Poem – The Fisherman’s Tomb

Over the fisher pelagon meniscus his father set

The oar worn by the wave, the trap, and the fishing net

For all men, and for ever, memorials there to be

Of the luckless life of the fisher, the labourer of the sea.

Poem – We Know This Much

We know his much

Death is an evil

We have the gods

Word for it they too

Would die if death

Were  a good thing

Poem – You May Forget But

You may forget but

Let me tell you

This someone in

Some future time

Will think of us

Poem – The Muses

It is the muses

Who have caused me

To be honred: they

Taught me their craft

Poem – The Silver Moon

The Silver moon is set

The Pleiades are gone

Half the long night is spent, and yet 

I lie alone

Poem – Tell Everyone

Tell everyone 

Now, today, I Shall 

Sing  beautifully 

For my friends pleasure 

Poem – Of Course I Love you

Of course I love you

But if you love me

Marry a young woman

I couldn’t stand it

To live with a young

Man, I being older

Poem – And their Feet Move

And their feet move

Rhythmically as tender

Feet of cretan girls

Danced once around an

Altar of love crushing

A circle in the soft

Smooth flowering grass

Poem – With His Venom

With his venom

Irresistible and bittersweet 

That loosened 

Of limbs, love

Reptile like 

Strikes me down

Poem – Words

Although they are

Only breath, words

Which I command 

Are immortal

Poem – To Evening

O Hesperus thou bring east all things home

All that the garish day hath scattered wide

The sheep, the goat, back to the welcome fold

Thou bring the child too, to his mother’s side.

Poem – Love

Sweet mother at the idle loom I lean

Weary with longing for the boy that Still

Remains a dream of loveliness  to fill

My soul, my life, at aphrodite’s will.

Poem – Grace

What country maiden charms the heart

However fair, however sweet

Who has not learned by gracious art

To draw her dress around her feet ?

Poem – Although They Are

Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal

Poem – Ode To A Love One

LEST as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speaks and sweetly smile.

‘Twas this deprived my soul of rest,
And raised such tumults in my breast;
For, while I gazed, in transport tossed,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost;

My bosom glowed; the subtle flame
Ran quick through all my vital frame;
O’er my dim eyes a darkness hung;
My ears with hollow murmurs rung;

In dewy damps my limbs were chilled;
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled:
My feeble pulse forgot to play;
I fainted, sunk, and died away.

Poem – Moonlight

The stars around the fair moon fade
Against the night,
When gazing full she fills the glade
And spreads the seas with silvery light.

Poem – Loneliness

Set are the Pleiades; the Moon is down
And midnight dark on high.
The hours, the hours, drift by,
And here I lie,
Alone

Poem – A Garden

I’ve a garden, a garden of dreams,

Where the cool breeze whispering sways
Softly the apple-sprays,

And from leaves that shimmer and quiver
Down on mine eyelids streams
A slumber-river.

Poem – Youth and Age

If love thou hast for me, not hate,
Arise and find a younger mate;
For I no longer will abide
Where youth and age lie side by side.

Poem – To A Bride

Bride, around whom the rosy leaves are flying,
Sweet image of the Cyprian undying,
The bed awaits thee; go, and with him lying,
Give to the groom thy sweetness, softly sighing.
May Hesperus in gladness pass before thee,
And Hera of the silver throne bend o’er thee.