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Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle. Upon what man it fall In spring, day-wishing flowers appearing, Avalanche sliding, white snow from rock-face, That he should leave his house. No cloud-soft hand can hold him, restraint by women; But…
Did it once issue from the carver’s handHealthy? Even the earliest conquerors savrThe face of a sick ape, a bandaged paw,A Presence in the hot invaded land. The lion of a tortured stubborn star,It does not like the young, nor…
(For Maurice and Gwen Mandelbaum) Dear, all benevolence of fingering lips That does not ask forgiveness is a noise At drunken feasts where Sorrow strips To serve some glittering generalities: Now, more than ever, we distinctly hear The dreadful shuffle…
Can speak of trouble, pressure on men Bom all the time, brought forward into light For warm dark moan. Though heart fears all heart cries for, rebuffs with mortal beat Skyfall, the legs sucked under, adder’s bite. That prize held…
Between attention and attention The first and last decision Is mortal distraction Of earth and air. Further and nearer. The vague wants Of days and nights, And personal error; And the fatigued face, Taking the strain Of the horizontal force…
Before this loved one Was that one and that one A family And history And ghost s adversity Whose pleasing name Was neighbourly shame. Before this last one Was much to be done, Frontiers to cross As clothes grew worse…
A weed from Catholic Europe, it took rootBetween the yellow mountains and the sea,And bore these gay stone houses like a fruit, And grew on China imperceptibly. Rococo images of Saint and Saviour Promise her gamblers fortunes when they die;…
As it is, plenty; As it s admitted The children happy And the car, the car That goes so far. And the wife devoted: To this as it is. To the work and the banks Let his thinning hair And…
All the others translate: the painter sketches A visible world to love or reject; Rummaging into his living, the poet fetches The images out that hurt and connect. From Life to Art by painstaking adaption. Relying on us to cover…
Again in conversations Speaking of fearAnd throwing off reserveThe voice is nearerBut no clearerThan first loveThan boys’ imaginations.For every newsMeans pairing off in twos and twos Another I, another YouEach knowing what to doBut of no use.Never stronger But younger…