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An old man’s wasting brain; a ruined cityWhere here and there against the febrile skyThe shaft of an unbroken column rises,And in the sands indifferent lizards keepThe shattered traces of old monuments.Here where the death of the imaginationTrances the mind…
And when was dust a thing so rash?Or when could dust support the lashAnd stand as arrogant as stone?And where has revelation shownConceit and rage so interfusedIn dust, that suns have stood bemusedTo watch the reckless consequence?And when did dust…
They said to us, or tried to say, and failed: With dust implicit in the uncurled greenFirst leaf, and all the early garden knowingThat after rose-red petals comes the bleakImpoverished stalk, the black dejected leafCrumpled and dank, we should at…
We are two acquaintances on a train,Rattling back through darkening twilight suburbsFrom a weekend in the country, into town.The station lights flare past us, and we glanceFurtively at our watches, sit uprightOn leather benches in the smoke-dim carAnd try to…
Thoreau, lank ghost, comes back to visit Concord, Finds the town like all towns, much the same—A little less remote, less independent.The cars hurl through from dawn to dawn toward Boston Paying out speed like a lifeline between towns.Some of…
Embroidered in a tapestry of greenAmong the textures of a threaded garden,The gesturing lady and her paladinWalk in a path where shade and sunlight hardenUpon the formal attitudes of treesBy no wind bent, and birds without a tune,Against the background…
Mariner unpracticed,In this chartless zoneEvery navigatorFares unwarned, alone.Each his own MagellanIn tropics of sensation:Not a fire-scorched stoneFrom prior habitation,Not an archaic hullSplintered on the beach.These are latitudes revealedSeparate to each.
Fashions are changing in the sphere.Oceans are asking wave by waveWhat new shapes will be worn next year;And the mountains, stooped and grave,Are wondering silently range by rangeWhat if they prove too old for the change. The little tailors busily…
Like divers, we ourselves must make the jumpThat sets the taut board bounding underfootClean as an axe blade driven in a stump;But afterward what makes the body shootInto its pure and irresistible curveIs of a force beyond all bodily powers.So…
The birds about the house pretend to bePenates of our domesticity.And when the cardinal wants to play at prophetWe never tell his eminence to come off it. The crows, too, in the dawn prognosticateLike ministers at a funeral of state.The…