from "Postlude,"
Williams' first publication
(Vol. 1.5 p. 39)

Now that I have cooled to you
Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
Temples soothed by the sun to ruin
That sleep utterly.
Give me hand for the dances,
Ripples at Philae, in and out,
And lips, my Lesbian,
Wall flowers that once were flame.

--William Carlos Williams

from "Sitalkas"
(Vol. 1.5 p. 20)

Thou art come at length
More beautiful
Than any cool god
In a chamber under
Lycia's far coast...

--H. D.