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In trees still dripping night some nameless birdsWoke, shook out their arrowy wings, and sang,Slowly, like finches sifting through a dream.The pink sun fell, like glass, into the fields.Two chestnuts, and a dapple gray,Their shoulders wet with light, their dark…
The deed took all my heart.I did not think of you,Not till the thing was done.I put my sword away,And then no more the coldAnd perfect fury ranAlong my narrow bones,And then no more the blackAnd dripping corridorsHeld anywhere the…
On winter’s margin, see the small birds nowWith half-forged memories come flocking homeTo gardens famous for their charity.The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veinsHang at the entrance to the silent wood. With half a loaf, I am the prince…
Feeling the icy kick, the endless wavesReaching around my life, I moved my armsAnd coughed, and in the end saw land. Somebody, I suppose,Remembering the medieval maxim,Had tossed me in,Had wanted me to learn to swim, Not knowing that none…
Over the local stations, one by one,Announcers list disasters like dark poemsThat always happen in the skull of winter.But once again the storm has passed us by:Lovely and moderate, the snow lies downWhile shouting children hurry back to play,And scarved…
The wagons standAnd rust, and glitter sometimes in the moon,Since we have lost dominion of the fields.No more great clattering Jack,His thick mane filled with chaff and wind,Will let us lead him from the easy barns;No more sweet gentle JackWill…
I wake earlier, now that the birds have comeAnd sing in the unfailing trees.On a cot by an open windowI lie like land used up, while spring unfolds. Now of all voyagers I remember, who among themDid not board ship…
Traveling at thirty thousand feet, we seeHow much of earth still lies in wilderness,Till terminals occur like miraclesTo civilize the paralyzing dark. Buckled for landing to a tilting chair,I think: if miracle or accidentShould send us on across the upper…
It isn’t very far as highways lie.I might be back by nightfall, having seenThe rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper:How dull we…
He danced in feathers, with paint across his nose.Thump, thump went the drum, and bumped our blood,And sent a strange vibration through the mind.White Eagle, he was called, or Mr. White, And he strutted for money now, in schoolrooms builtOn…