| A Red, Red Rose O my luve's like a red, red rose |
| In April This I saw on an April day: |
| The Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud |
| Little Lion Face Little lion face |
| Nothing But Death There are cemeteries that are lonely, |
| To Earthward Love at the lips was touch |
| Wildwood Flower I hoe thawed ground |
| La Belle Dame Sans Merci Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, |
| Asphodel, That Greeny Flower [excerpt] Of asphodel, that greeny flower, |
| Wildflower Some--the ones with fish names--grow so north |
| Advice to a Prophet When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city, |
| At Baia I should have thought |
| Four Poems for Robin I slept under rhododendron |
| The Mountain Cemetery With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill |
| The force that through the green fuse drives the flower The force that through the green fuse drives the flower |
| Iris There is a train inside this iris: |
| The Métier of Blossoming Fully occupied with growing--that's |
| Shake the Superflux! I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one |
| Nothing to Save There is nothing to save, now all is lost, |
| Nothing Stays Put The strange and wonderful are too much with us. |
| Erotic Energy Don't tell me we're not like plants, |
| Astigmatism The Poet took his walking-stick |
| One Flower One flower |
| The Orchid Flower Just as I wonder |
| The Satyr's Heart Now I rest my head on the satyr's carved chest, |
| The Separate Rose: I Today is that day, the day that carried |
| Last Supper I seem to have come to the end of something, but don’t know what |
| Heaven for Helen Helen says heaven, for her |
| Botanica They are everywhere--those sunflowers with the coal heart center |
| Girl Be careful if you take this flower into your house |
| Epitaph X My birthright I have traded for a petal dress |
| Taken Up Tired of earth, they dwindled on their hill |
| Herb Garden The lizard, an exemplar of the small |
| Endymion, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever] A thing of beauty is a joy for ever |
| Practice To weep unbidden, to wake |
| a woman had placed a yellow rose |
| Why Regret? Didn't you like the way the ants help |
| Far and Away [excerpt] The rain falls on |
| Littlefoot, 19, [This is the bird hour] This is the bird hour, peony blossoms falling bigger than wren hearts |
| Without a Philosophy Toward the end of this summer |
| Sonnet 2 Some things are very dear to me— |
| Blur Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle, |
| The White Rose The red rose whispers of passion |
| The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers See with what simplicity |
| La Chalupa, the Boat I am twenty |
| To My Mother Waiting on 10/01/54 That October might have begun |
| Come Slowly—Eden (211) Come slowly—Eden |
| See How the Roses Burn! See how the roses burn |
| The Guarded Wound If it |
| The Wild Honeysuckle Fair flower, that dost so comely grow |
| The Violet Down in a green and shady bed |
| Day Lilies For six days, full-throated, they praised |
| Terezin We rode the bus out, past fields of sunflowers |
| Forced Bloom Such pleasure one needs to make for oneself |
| Bulb Planting Time Last night he said the dead were dead |
| To Dorothy You are not beautiful, exactly |
| Ah! Sunflower Ah! sunflower, weary of time |