What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? Teethed on a crucifix and cradled ...

Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch and you shall wh...

God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to us, bereft. Gay th...

All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a ...

I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and cloud...