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We had to take the world as it was given:The nursemaid sitting passive in the parkWas rarely by a changeling prince accosted.The mornings happened similar and starkIn rooms of selfhood where we woke and layWatching today unfold like yesterday. Our…
A fairer person lost not heaven. —Paradise LostThese are the sins for which they cast out angels, The bagatelles by which the lovely fall: A hand that disappoints, an eye dissembling— These and a few besides: you had them all.Beneath…
(Petit Trianon) Merely the landscape of a vanished whim,An artifice that lasts beyond the wish:The grotto by the pond, the gulping fishThat round and round pretended islands swim,The creamery abandoned to its doves,The empty shrine the guidebooks say is love’s.…
Our fathers in their books and speechHave made the matter plain:The green fields they walked in onceWill never grow again.The corn lies under the locust’s toothOr blistered in the sun;The faces of the old proud stockAre gone where their years…
Now we remember all: the wild pear-tree,The broken ribbons of the green-and-goldPortfolio, with sketches from an oldAlgerian campaign; the placid threeWomen at coffee by the window, fatesOf nothing ominous, waiting for the ringOf the postman’s bell; we harbor everything—The cores…
When the footbridge washes away,And the lights along the bankAccost each other no longer,But the wild grass grows up rank,And no one comes to standWhere neighbor and neighbor stood,And each house is drawn in to itselfAnd shuttered against the road,…
All changed now through neglect. The steps dismantled By infantries of ants, by roots and storms,The pillars tugged by vines, the porte-cochère A passageway for winds, the solemn porches Warped into caricatures. We came at eveningAfter the rain, when every…
The motes that still disturbed her lidded calmWere these: the tick and whisper of a shadeAgainst the sill; a cobweb-film that hungAslant a corner moulding, too elusiveFor any but the gaze of straitened eyes;The nimbus of the night-lamp, where a…
Enclosed in this disturbing mutual wood,Wounded alike by thorns of the same tree,We seek in hopeless war each other’s bloodThough suffering in one identity.Each to the other prey and huntsman known,Still driven together, lonelier that alone. Strange mating of the…
We smile at astrological hopesAnd leave the sky to expert menWho do not reckon horoscopesBut painfully extend their kenIn mathematical debateWith slide and photographic plate. And yet, protest it if we will,Some corner of the mind retainsThe medieval man, who…