PoemsAlfred A. Knopf, 1920 - 63 pages |
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afternoon Apollinax arms aunts bitten Boston Evening Transcript Brazilian jaguar brown Burbank C'est corner cornets curled dance dark directeur door drap dying fall eyes feet Footman gentleman wish geranium grin Grishkin gutter hair Half-past hands HARVARD COLLEGE Heaven hills and broke hippo's Hippopotamus J'avais JEW OF MALTA jour KENNETH MATHESON TAYLOR knees lamp muttered lamp sputtered let it flow Let us go light lilacs lunar meet Sir memory Miss Nancy Ellicott Morning nocturnal o'clock October night overwhelming question panes parrot Phlaccus Pipit potamus Preludes Princess Volupine room the women Rubbing its back Saint Apollinaire seaweed self-possession settling a pillow shutters silent sleep Slipped smells smile smoky soul Spectateur Conservateur stair street lamp Sweeney take their tea Talking of Michelangelo TAYLOR FUND tea to friends Think at last tobacco trance True Church turn twist violins weave the sunlight Whispering window windy yellow smoke
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Page 39 - And indeed there will be time To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?' Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair...
Page 38 - The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Page 15 - ... That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late What's not believed in, or if still believed, In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
Page 35 - Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward toward the River Plate, Death and the Raven drift above And Sweeney guards the horned gate. Gloomy Orion and the Dog Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas...
Page 42 - No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use. Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous — Almost, at times, the Fool.
Page 38 - There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate...
Page 37 - Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient...
Page 14 - The word within a word, unable to speak a word, Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year Came Christ the tiger In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas, To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk Among whispers; by Mr.
Page 39 - I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room.
Page 31 - Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin.