IHoopsBlue and pink sashes,Criss-cross shoes,Minna and Stella run out into the gardenTo play at hoop.Up and down the garden-paths they race,In the yel...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signedwith a woman's name. A wind that goes howling round the house,and weeping as in sh...
Part FirstFrau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.A storm was rising, heavy gusts of windSwirled through the trees, and scattered leaves beforeHer ...
IHow fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue,And flashing where the round clouds, blown away, Let drop the...
I walk down the garden paths,And all the daffodilsAre blowing, and the bright blue squills.I walk down the patterned garden-pathsIn my stiff, brocaded...
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!...
Fish"So . . ." they said,With their wine-glasses delicately poised,Mocking at the thing they cannot understand."So . . ." they sai...
BathThe day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissusin the air.The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores t...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since broughtIn some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wroughtWith bossed and carven flowers and fruits in...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked outat the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of the squareglistened like mi...