- Introduction
- "As Tiny Sea-Birds…"
- Ode on 30th Street Station
- Meditation from the Steps of the Art Museum
- Challenge
- Written on the Rocks, Vinal Haven, ME
- Meeting an Old Friend on the Wissahickon
- Orchestrations Walking on Delancey Street
- "The Seeing Fails…"
- An Old Man's Travelogue
- Winter Sonnet (Odd)
- Lullaby for a Cat
- Winter Song
- Tigger at the Window
- Evening Blues for Solo Guitar
- Foundling Cat
Winter Song
I would gladly rise and go:
The street is white; the icy bushes fling
Forth crystal rainbows. I could walk below
And praise each tiny thing.
Moments will shatter all too fast,
And millions murdered never will revive;
And shall I come to tell myself at last
I never was alive?
I shall rise and go to see
The snowfall, and to hear the ice’s crack
A moment; but I shall not soon be free
Of griefs to call me back.
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