| Fugue of Death Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall |
| Driven across many nations (101) Driven across many nations, across many oceans, |
| By ways remote and distant waters sped (101) By ways remote and distant waters sped, |
| O Captain! My Captain! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The |
| In Memory of W. B. Yeats He disappeared in the dead of winter: |
| For the Union Dead The old South Boston Aquarium stands |
| Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day |
| To An Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race |
| Lycidas Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more |
| Another Elegy This is what your dying looks like |
| Elegy for my husband What was there is no longer there |
| Elegy in X Parts [Kafka said, A book] |
| Dusk This is the place. No chairs |