• The Centipede

    O Herr House Centipede,
    Why dost thou terrify
    When thou treadest upon my wall,
    With thy trembling carapace... more »

  • The Marble Virgin

    Sprouting from a carpet of the lion’s flower,
    Her grainy eyes droop and grieve,
    For a child dead, stone white and cold,
    Swaddled in her marble arms.... more »