Selected Poems

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Sidgwick & Jackson, 1919 - 75 pagine
 

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Pagina 19 - Love," they said, "The Gift of Love is this; A crown of thorns about thy head, And vinegar to thy kiss!" — But Tragedy is not for me; And I'm content to be gay. So whenever I spied a Tragic Lady. I went another way. And so I never feared to see You wander down the street, Or come across the fields to me On ordinary feet. For what they'd never told me of, And what I never knew; It was that all the time, my love, Love would be merely you.
Pagina 67 - These I have loved: White plates and cups, clean-gleaming, Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust; Wet roofs, beneath the lamplight; the strong crust Of friendly bread; and many-fasting food: Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood; And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers; And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny...
Pagina 40 - German Jews Drink beer around ; and there the dews Are soft beneath a morn of gold. Here tulips bloom as they are told ; Unkempt about those hedges blows An English unofficial rose ; And there the unregulated sun Slopes down to rest when day is done, And wakes a vague unpunctual star, A slippered Hesper ; and there are Meads towards Haslingfield and Coton Where das Betreten's not verboten...
Pagina 61 - TIARE TAHITI Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or scent ablowing down the night, Then, oh ! then, the wise agree, Comes our immortality.
Pagina 71 - Now, God be thanked who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary...
Pagina 34 - And rhythm is all deliciousness ; And joy is in the throbbing tide, Whose intricate fingers beat and glide In felt bewildering harmonies Of trembling touch ; and music is The exquisite knocking of the blood. Space is no more, under the mud ; His bliss is older than the sun.
Pagina 14 - BREATHLESS, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, " Through glory and ecstasy we pass ; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old. . . ." " And when we die All's over that is ours ; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips...
Pagina 42 - A hundred Vicars down the lawn; Curates, long dust, will come and go On lissom, clerical, printless toe; And oft between the boughs is seen The sly shade of a Rural Dean . . . Till, at a shiver in the skies, Vanishing with Satanic cries, The prim ecclesiastic rout Leaves but a startled sleeper-out, Grey heavens, the first bird's drowsy calls, The falling house that never falls. God ! I will pack, and take a train, And get me to England once again! For England's the one land, I know, Where men with...
Pagina 61 - And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or scent a-blowing down the night, Then, oh ! then, the wise agree, Comes our immortality. Mamua, there waits a land Hard for us to understand. Out of time, beyond the sun, All are one in Paradise, You and Pupure * are one, And Tail, and the ungainly wise.
Pagina 16 - And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone To crumble in our separate night ; When your swift hair is quiet in death, And through the lips corruption thrust Has stilled the...

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