gothic poetry

those black eyes i once so praised
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
lady, your heart has turned to dust
i expect you
see, from this counterfeit of him
when a deed is done for freedom
and with the humming bird
when i was a boy at college
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
in your arms was still delight
in new york harbor
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
white foam flower, red flame flower