Poetry, Volume 2Modern Poetry Association, 1913 |
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Pagina 194 - I have loved flowers that fade, Within whose magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents: A honeymoon delight,— A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour:— My song be like a flower! I have loved airs that die Before their charm is writ Along a liquid sky Trembling to welcome it. Notes that with pulse of fire Proclaim the spirit's desire, Then die, and are nowhere:— My song be like an air! Die, song, die like a breath, And wither as a bloom: Fear not a flowery death...
Pagina 19 - You had to face your ends when young — 'Twas wine or women or some curse — But never made a poorer song That you might have a heavier purse; Nor gave loud service to a cause That you might have a troop of friends. You kept the Muses...
Pagina 17 - THE GREY ROCK POETS with whom I learned my trade, Companions of the Cheshire Cheese, Here's an old story I've remade, Imagining 'twould better please Your ears than stories now in fashion, Though you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death, And though at bottling of your wine Old wholesome Goban had no say; The moral's yours because it's mine.
Pagina 21 - The grey rock and the windy light? Why should the faithfullest heart most love The bitter sweetness of false faces? Why must the lasting love what passes, Why are the gods by men betrayed?
Pagina 51 - THERE was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound And that was why it whispered and did not speak.
Pagina 12 - In a Station of the Metro": The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals, on a wet, black bough.
Pagina 66 - Is it true, is it true, that your love travelled alone through ages and worlds in search of me? That when you found me at last, your age-long desire found utter peace in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing hair? Is it then true that the mystery of the Infinite is written on this little forehead of mine? Tell me, my lover, if all this be true.
Pagina 4 - HOW have I laboured? How have I not laboured To bring her soul to birth, To give these elements a name and a centre! She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid. She has no name, and no place. How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation; To give her a name and her being...
Pagina 101 - Nodded and argued much Of arc and of circumference, Diameter and such. A silent child stood by them From morning until noon Because they drew such charming Round pictures of the moon.
Pagina 195 - A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour:— My song be like a flower! I have loved airs that die Before their charm is writ Along a liquid sky Trembling to welcome it. Notes that with pulse of fire Proclaim the spirit's desire, Then die, and are nowhere:— My song be like an air! Die, song, die like a breath, And wither as a bloom: Fear not a flowery death, Dread not an airy tomb! Fly with delight, fly hence! 'Twas thine love's tender sense To feast; now on thy bier Beauty shall shed a tear.