contemporary poetry

had he and i but met
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
star-dust and vaporous light
she knows a cheap release
the ships are lying in the bay
a flying word from here and there
let me move slowly through the street
thou unrelenting past
since i have felt the sense of death
there were three in the meadow by the brook
melancholy, blue it was
why then, must we see?
up and down he goes
see, they return