elements of poetry

there is no escape by the river
i love my hour of wind and light
sun stepped down from his golden throne
to be able to see every side of every question
musing, between the sunset and the dark
death's nobility again
beautiful
i saw the first pear
but i cannot read you now
let me be sad
the little white prayers
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
softly now the light of day
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon