Sonnets from a prison camp

For allowing this slight volume to see the light of day I have but one excuse to offer. The situation to which these verses are the emotional reaction represents a very real and...

As the lone searcher, crouching o’er his glass, Beside the window while the light is high, Doth moved therein the forms of things descry Invisible else to common vision crass; S...

One scene, Euripides, throughout the years Clings to the moving skirts of memory, Among the images of things that lie In beauty perfected, too deep for tears. ’Tis where, to sti...

Yet the sport wind that doubling oft blows home Some welcome unforeseen felicity, Is but, within the dreams of poesie, Life’s average accident, which all who roam The spacious e...