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Joan, Joan, can you beTending sheep in Domrémy?Have no voices spoken plain:France has need of you again?— You, so many years agoWelcomed into Heaven, we knowMaiden without spot or taint,First as foundling, then as saint. Or do faggot, stake and…
Truce for a moment between Earth and EtherSlackens the mind’s allegiance to despair:Shyly confer earth, water, fire and airWith the fifth essence. For the duration, if the mind require it,Trigged is the wheel of Time against the slope;Infinite Space lies…
Why, then, weep not,Since naught’s to weep. Too wild, too hotFor a dead thing,Altered and cold,Are these long tears:RelinquishingTo the sovereign forceOf the pulling pastWhat you cannot holdIs reason’s course. Wherefore, sleep. Or sleep to the rockingRather, of this:The silver…
I could not bring this splendid world nor any trading beastIn charge of it, to defer, no, not to give ear, not in the leastAppearance, to my handsome prophecies, which here I ponder and put by.I am left simpler, less…
No Earthly EnterpriseWill cloud this vision; so beware,You whom I love, when you are weak, of seeking comfort stair by stairUp here: which leads nowhere. I am at home-oh, I am safe in bed and well tucked in-DespairPut out the…
Mortal flesh, is not your place in the ground?—Why do you stare soAt the bright planet serene in the clear green evening sky above the many-coloured streaked clouds?—Your brows drawn together as if to chide, mouth your set as if…
FIRST VOICELet us be circumspect, surrounded as we areBy every foe but one, and he from the woods watching. Let us be courteous, since we cannot be wise, guilty of no neglect, pallid with seemly terror, yet regarding with indulgent…
Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of theworld—it is thin.Moles are at work beneath us; they have tunneled thesub-soilWith separate chambers; which at an appointed knockCould be as one, could intersect and interlock. We walkon the skinOf…
Say that we saw Spain die. O splendid bull, how well you fought!Lost from the first. . . . The tossed, the replaced, the watchful torero with gesture elegant and spry,Before the dark, the tiring but the unglazed eye deploying…
“Inert Perfection, let me chip your shell.You cannot break it through with that soft beak.What if you broke it never, and it befellYou should not issue thence, should never speak?” Perfection in the egg, a fluid thing,Grows solid in due…