Poetry, Volume 8Harriet Monroe Modern Poetry Association, 1916 |
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Pagina vii
... America , by Rupert Brooke ' 155 Mr. Masters ' New Book , H. M. CORRESPONDENCE : 1 . Katharine Lee Bates II , Alice Groff III , Alfred Kreymborg Prize Announcement How Not to Do It , H. M. 157 158 158 159 195 The Rejection Slip ...
... America , by Rupert Brooke ' 155 Mr. Masters ' New Book , H. M. CORRESPONDENCE : 1 . Katharine Lee Bates II , Alice Groff III , Alfred Kreymborg Prize Announcement How Not to Do It , H. M. 157 158 158 159 195 The Rejection Slip ...
Pagina viii
... American Revolution , as Revealed in the Poetry of the Period , by Samuel White Patterson CORRESPONDENCE : The Dead Irish Poets : I , Padraic Colum II , Joseph Campbell James Whitcomb Riley , H. M. Of Editors and Poets , A. C. H. ...
... American Revolution , as Revealed in the Poetry of the Period , by Samuel White Patterson CORRESPONDENCE : The Dead Irish Poets : I , Padraic Colum II , Joseph Campbell James Whitcomb Riley , H. M. Of Editors and Poets , A. C. H. ...
Pagina 38
... American verse were at that time deemed by our editor either impolite or imprudent . My opinion of the work of nearly all the older living American poets , save Bliss Carman , has no whit changed ; to them and to their generation of ...
... American verse were at that time deemed by our editor either impolite or imprudent . My opinion of the work of nearly all the older living American poets , save Bliss Carman , has no whit changed ; to them and to their generation of ...
Pagina 40
... America had very little wherewith to challenge comparison with England or France . At the present writing one can select an all - America team ... American . Status Rerum - The Second Eliot , Frost and " [ 40 ] POETRY : A Magazine of Verse.
... America had very little wherewith to challenge comparison with England or France . At the present writing one can select an all - America team ... American . Status Rerum - The Second Eliot , Frost and " [ 40 ] POETRY : A Magazine of Verse.
Pagina 41
... Americans ; so also are Wil- liams , Sandburg , Bodenheim , Orrick Johns , John Gould Fletcher , etc. Against a team ... America of the former gener- ation can in no way compete with the mass of De Regnier , De Gourmont , Francis Jammes ...
... Americans ; so also are Wil- liams , Sandburg , Bodenheim , Orrick Johns , John Gould Fletcher , etc. Against a team ... America of the former gener- ation can in no way compete with the mass of De Regnier , De Gourmont , Francis Jammes ...
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Pagina 92 - Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities...
Pagina 314 - ... Festoon you with may. Time, you old gipsy, Why hasten away? Last week in Babylon, Last night in Rome, Morning, and in the crush Under Paul's dome; Under Paul's dial You tighten your rein — Only a moment, And off once again ; Off to some city Now blind in the womb, Off to another Ere that's in the tomb. Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?
Pagina 294 - He laughed like an irresponsible foetus. His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old man of the sea's Hidden under coral islands Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf.
Pagina 277 - ... patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, With the little bright boxes piled up neatly upon the shelves And the loose fragrant cavendish and the shag, And the bright Virginia loose under the bright glass cases, And a pair of scales not too greasy, And the whores dropping in for a word or two in passing, For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit. O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Lend me a little tobacco-shop, or install me in any profession...
Pagina 315 - The Example Here's an example from A Butterfly; That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie; Friendless and all alone On this unsweetened stone. Now let my bed be hard, No care take I; I'll make my joy like this Small Butterfly; Whose happy heart has power To make a stone a flower.
Pagina 38 - And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
Pagina 47 - Where was he going, this man against the sky! You know not, nor do I. But this we know, if we know anything: That we may laugh and fight and sing And of our transience here make offering To an orient Word that will not be erased, Or, save in incommunicable gleams Too permanent for dreams, Be found or known.
Pagina 292 - CONVERSATION GALANTE I observe: "Our sentimental friend, the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an old battered lantern hung aloft To light poor travellers to their distress.
Pagina 20 - ... wings, those wings! So white that my eyes were blinded, thick-feathered and wide unfurled, They beat the air into billows. We sailed, and the earth was gone. Canyon and desert and mesa withered below, with the world. And then I knew that mustang; for I — was Bellerophon! Yes, glad as the Greek, and mounted on a horse of the elder gods, With never a magic bridle or a fountain-mirror nigh! My chaps and spurs and holster must have looked it?
Pagina 114 - Played for Old John Brown. I heard the ram's horn blow, Blow for Old John Brown. I saw the Bulls of Bashan — They cheered for Old John Brown. I saw the big Behemoth — He cheered for Old John Brown. I saw the big Leviathan — He cheered for Old John Brown.