Triolets
- For you are the sun…
- 15th February
- For it's late in the night…
- More love's in your eye…
- Love looked back as he took his flight,…
- Spring sits on her nest,…
- Few in joy's sweet riot…
- Serenade Triolet
- Under the sun…
- You know it is late,…
- You ask me what's a kiss?…
- To an autumn leaf
- A corsage bouquet
- Lo, my heart, so sound asleep,…
- Here's a flower for your grave,…
- In the days of my youth…
- Out from the leaves of my "Lucille"…
- Easy is the Triolet,…
- Triolet, after Catullus. Jucundum, mea vita.
- 404
- Across the pale parabola of joy…
- Earth and Water, Air and Fire…
- The smoke of your hair…
- Asleep in your bed…
- Since the day doesn't store,…
- As the drawing shall tell…
- Minimal pairs
- The fall will unwind…
- Where poets tell about a Fin,…
- I heard this tale about a queen…
- The Triolet
- Dead leaves upon the stream…
- Beyond the dim Hesperides,…
- If you were Lady Beatrice…
- Of all the sickly forms of verse,…
- Triolet
- To a Fat Lady Seen From the Train
- Before the sun begins to set…
- Thoughts on the Offer of Being a Fish
- My Experiment in Greek Philosophy Recounted
- A Comforting Reflection
- Is there any reward?…