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With minds still hovering above their testiclesCertain poets here and in FranceStill sigh over established and natural factLong since fully discussed by Ovid.They howl. They complain in delicate and exhausted metresThat the twitching of three abdominal nervesIs incapable of producing…
You came in out of the nightAnd there were flowers in your hand,Now you will come out of a confusion of people,Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal thingsWas angry when…
Gone while your tastes were keen to you,Gone where the grey winds call to you,By that high fencer, even Death,Struck of the blade that no man parrieth;Such is your fence, one saith, One that hath known you.Drew…
The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the streamLike a little wafer of light. The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea. . . . As light as the shadow of the fishthat falls…
O fan of white silk,clear as frost on the grass-blade, You also are laid aside.
Your songs? Oh! The little mothersWill sing them in the twilight,And when the nightShrinketh the kiss of the dawnThat loves and kills,What time the swallow fillsHer note, then the little…
Wal, Thanksgivin’ do be comin’ round.With the price of turkeys on the bound,And coal, by gum! Thet were just found, Is surely gettin’ cheaper. The winds will soon begin to howl,And winter, in its yearly growl,Across the…
Thank you, whatever comes.’ And then she turnedAnd, as the ray of sun on hanging flowersFades when the wind hath lifted them aside,Went swiftly from me. Nay, whatever comesOne hour was sunlit and the most high godsMay not make boast…
Fu I Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill,Alas, he died of alcohol. Li Po And Li Po also died drunk.He tried to embrace a moonIn the Yellow River.
O chansons foregoingYou were a seven days’ wonder.When you came out in the magazinesYou created considerable stir in Chicago,And now you are stale and worn out,You’re a very depleted fashion,A hoop-skirt, a calash,An homely, transient antiquity.Only emotion remains.Your emotions? …