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Pagina 9
Evoe — evoe! Pan and the nymphs! With lips Parted, and sparkling eyes, the
young men follow — Follow the swift-foot, laughter-loving nymphs Whose eye-
lids hold the world! Problems of light, Problems of light — I am sick of light and
sound !
Evoe — evoe! Pan and the nymphs! With lips Parted, and sparkling eyes, the
young men follow — Follow the swift-foot, laughter-loving nymphs Whose eye-
lids hold the world! Problems of light, Problems of light — I am sick of light and
sound !
Pagina 24
To some adventure of freed muscle and thrilled nerve- A fleeter runner overtook
her flight And bound her tightly in a golden net — Hands, feet and bosom ; lips
and hair and eyes — Beauty, beauty of women. Or was it she, unconscious what
...
To some adventure of freed muscle and thrilled nerve- A fleeter runner overtook
her flight And bound her tightly in a golden net — Hands, feet and bosom ; lips
and hair and eyes — Beauty, beauty of women. Or was it she, unconscious what
...
Pagina 36
Let us listen to its haunting music : Take — oh, take those lips away That so
sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day — Lights that do
mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, Bring again — Seals of love, but
sealed in vain ...
Let us listen to its haunting music : Take — oh, take those lips away That so
sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day — Lights that do
mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, Bring again — Seals of love, but
sealed in vain ...
Pagina 38
Still out of the deeps of time his voice seems calling to the approaching years :
Take — oh, take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes,
the break of day — Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again, ...
Still out of the deeps of time his voice seems calling to the approaching years :
Take — oh, take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes,
the break of day — Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again, ...
Pagina 125
To the right was a candle-lit shrine, Of raw colors. Before it knelt a man — Eyes
closed, hands raised, lips moving — A passion of prayer. Perhaps he had been
caught in a crime — Was smitten with disease — owed money, And was afraid.
To the right was a candle-lit shrine, Of raw colors. Before it knelt a man — Eyes
closed, hands raised, lips moving — A passion of prayer. Perhaps he had been
caught in a crime — Was smitten with disease — owed money, And was afraid.
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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.