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Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The austere…
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes and peacocks, rending the net Of all decorum which holds the whirlwind back. Now, rich order of walls is fallen;…
On Sunday walks Past the shut gates of works The conquerors come And are handsome. Sitting all day By the open window Say what they say Know what to know Who brought and taught Unusual images And new tunes to…
Only the hands are living; to the wheel attracted, Are moved as deer trek desperately towards a creek Through the dust and scrub of the desert, or gently As sunflowers turn to the light. And, as the night takes up…
O Love, the interest itself in thoughtless Heaven, Make simpler daily the beating of man’s heart; within, There in the ring where name and image meet, Inspire them with such a longing as will make his thought Alive like patterns…
O had his mother, near her time, been praying Up to her crucifix and prayed too long? Until exhausted she grew stiff like wood; The future of herself hung dangerous and heavy From her uprightness like a malefactor, And in…
Now from my window-sill I watch the night, The church clock’s yellow face, the green pier light Burn for a new imprudent year; The silence buzzes in my ear; The jets in both the dormitories are out. Under the darkness…
Not from this life, not from this life is any To keep; sleep, day and play would not help there Dangerous to new ghost; new ghost learns from many Learns from old timers what death is, where. Who’s jealous of…
Please Make Yourself at Home Not as that dream Napoleon, rumour’s dread and centre, Before whose riding all the crowds divide, Who dedicates a column and withdraws, Not as that general favourite and breezy visitor To whom the weather and…
To A Cat Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy’d? — How many tidbits stolen? Gaze With those bright languid segments green, and prick Those velvet ears — but pr’ythee…