type of poetry

a flying word from here and there
there is no escape by the river
brief on a flying night
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
there by the window in the old house
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
the lightning flashed, and lifted
she knows a cheap release
if it
i think it just splendid
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
shades of night were falling fast
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes