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May I for my own self song’s truth reckon,Journey’s jargon, how I in harsh daysHardship endured oft.Bitter breast-cares have I abided,Known on my keel many a care’s hold,And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spentNarrow nightwatch nigh the ship’s headWhile…
ICome, my songs, let us speak of perfectionWe shall get ourselves rather disliked. IIAh yes, my songs, let us resurrectThe very excellent term Rusticus.Let us apply it in all its opprobriumTo those to whom it applies.And you may decline to…
After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we…
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left you this or that in fee: Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things, Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares…
Suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautiful Normande cocotte The eyes of the very learned British Museum assistant.
A Perigord, pres del muralh tan que i puosch ‘om gitar ab malh. You’d have men’s hearts up from the dust And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,Right enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Cire,Solve me the riddle,…
“‘Tis but a vague, invarious delight. As gold that rains about some buried king. As the fine flakes, When tourists frolicking Stamp on his roof or in the glazing light Try photographs, wolf down their ale and cakes And…
I. The Street in Soho Out of the overhanging gray mist There came an ugly little man Carrying beautiful flowers. II The cool fingers of science delight me; For they are cool with sympathy, There is nothing of fever about…
I O helpless few in my country, O remnant enslaved! Artists broken against her, A-stray, lost in the villages,Mistrusted, spoken-against, Lovers of beauty, starved, Thwarted with systems,Helpless against the control; You who can not wear yourselves outBy persisting to successes,You…