type of poem

beneath my window in a city street
where shall i find you
you are beautiful and faded
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
do not grieve that it is over
she might have known it in the earlier spring
sleep, gray brother of death
see the tentative
city that is not a city
beneath the warrior's helm
come down at dawn from windless hills
a flying word from here and there
there is no escape by the river