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Beast and bird must bow aside,Grimbald limp into the wings.All that’s lovely and absurd,All that dances, all that sings Folded into trunks again—The haunted grove, the starlit air—All turns workaday and plain,Even the happy, happy pair. Harpsichord and trumpet goTrundling…
You promise me when certain things are doneWe’ll close these rooms above a city square,And stealing out by half-light, will be goneWhen next the telephone breaks the waiting air.Before they send to find us, we shall beAboard a blunt-nosed steamer,…
Here from the corridor of an English train,I see the landscape slide through glancing rain,A land so personal that every leafUnfolds as if to witness human life,And every aging milestone seems to knowThat human hands inscribed it, long ago. Oasthouse…
Perfection now is tended and observed,Not used; we hire the spawn of CalibanFor daily service. In our careful worldInlay of purple-wood and tulip, curvedTo mime the sheen of plumes and peacocks’ eyes,Exists for inspection only. And the jarsOf apple-green and…
It was amusing on that antique grass,Seated halfway between the green and blue,To waken music gentle and extinct Under the old walls where the daisies grewSprinkled in cinquecento style, as thoughArchangels might have stepped there yesterday. But it was we,…
Riding the black express from heaven to hellHe bit his fingers, watched the countryside,Vernal and crystalline, forever slideBeyond his gaze: the long cascades that fellRibboned in sunshine from their sparkling height,The fishers fastened to their pools of greenBy silver lines;…
Then the long sunlight lying on the seaFell, folded gold on gold; and slowly weTook up our decks of cards, our parasols,The picnic hamper and the sandblown shawlsAnd climbed the dunes in silence. There were twoWho lagged behind as lovers…
Wonderful bears that walked my room all night,Where are you gone, your sleek and fairy fur,Your eyes’ veiled imperious light? Brown bears as rich as mocha or as musk,White opalescent bears whose fur stood outElectric in the deepening dusk, And…
(San Miniato al Monte) Those clarities detached us, gave us form,Made us like architecture. Now no moreBemused by local mist, our edges blurred,We knew where we began and ended. ThereWe were the campanile and the dome,Alive and separate in that…
The sentimentalist sends his mauve balloonMeandering into air. The crowd applauds.The mayor eats ices with a cardboard spoon. See how that color charms the sunset air;A touch of lavender is what was needed.—Then, pop! no floating lavender anywhere. Hurrah, the…