Poetry, Volume 12Harriet Monroe Modern Poetry Association, 1918 |
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Pagina 124
... . Their fashion's garments off they cast And don the shag - skins of the past . The Old Gods rule the seas , And men are fed to the waves . The Old Gods burn the cities ; They bind and [ 124 ] POETRY : A Magazine of Verse.
... . Their fashion's garments off they cast And don the shag - skins of the past . The Old Gods rule the seas , And men are fed to the waves . The Old Gods burn the cities ; They bind and [ 124 ] POETRY : A Magazine of Verse.
Pagina 129
... waves Circling old shores of thought all solemnly ; Its loves and hates ; its moods storm - taught and free . For like the sea it hides a million graves Beneath an iron gleam that darkly braves The sun and storm . It heaves too like the ...
... waves Circling old shores of thought all solemnly ; Its loves and hates ; its moods storm - taught and free . For like the sea it hides a million graves Beneath an iron gleam that darkly braves The sun and storm . It heaves too like the ...
Pagina 144
... waves . These , but waves rushing unabated- Down they go- Go- In the place , the place where I sit , I am called to enter Spirit waters . Spirit waters call afar there , Spirit rapids moan to sea - waves . Rush they on , headlong ...
... waves . These , but waves rushing unabated- Down they go- Go- In the place , the place where I sit , I am called to enter Spirit waters . Spirit waters call afar there , Spirit rapids moan to sea - waves . Rush they on , headlong ...
Pagina 145
... waves— A song unending , unbegun , Bewitching - borne . And I forgot that it was hunger - time— The fawn and the timid doe , They passed near me Grazing , unafraid . And they spoke of no more slaying , Neither war nor servitude , Since ...
... waves— A song unending , unbegun , Bewitching - borne . And I forgot that it was hunger - time— The fawn and the timid doe , They passed near me Grazing , unafraid . And they spoke of no more slaying , Neither war nor servitude , Since ...
Pagina 177
... wave lines of dawn up a wheat valley ? Have you heard my threshing crews yelling in the chaff of a strawpile and the running wheat of the wagonboards , my cornhuskers , my harvest hands hauling crops , sing- ing dreams of women , worlds ...
... wave lines of dawn up a wheat valley ? Have you heard my threshing crews yelling in the chaff of a strawpile and the running wheat of the wagonboards , my cornhuskers , my harvest hands hauling crops , sing- ing dreams of women , worlds ...
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