love poems

take my bracelets
shadows lay along broadway
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
though i am little as all little things
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
as a naked man i go
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
two rows of cabbages
do not grieve that it is over
daughter, thou art come to die
i heard the wind all day
there is a city, builded by no hand
she must go back, she said