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ISong for a Lute(1927) Seeing how I love you utterly,And your disdain is my despair,Alter this dulcet eye, forbearTo wear those looks that latterlyYou wore, and won me wholly, wearA brow more dark, and bitterlyBerate my dulness and my care,Seeing…
INot even my pride will suffer much;Not even my pride at all, maybe,If this ill-timed, intemperate clutchBe loosed by you and I not by me,Will suffer; I have been so trueA vestal to that only prideWet wood cannot extinguish, norSand,…
“Wolf!” cried my cunning heart At every sheep it spied, And roused the countryside.”Wolf! Wolf!”—and up would start Good neighbours, bringing spade And pitchfork to my aid.At length my cry was known: Therein lay my release.I met the wolf alone…
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having waveredIn these affections; never through shyness in the houses of the rich or in the presence of clergymen having denied these loves;Never when worked upon by…
Time cannot break the bird’s wing from the bird.Bird and wing togetherGo down, one feather. No thing that ever flew,Not the lark, not you,Can die as others do.
I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercialPurposes, work hard at that.I think I will learn the Latin name of every song-bird, not only in America but wherever they sing.(Shun meditation, though; invite the controversial:Is the world…
I know I might have lived in such a wayAs to have suffered only pain:Loving not man nor dog;Not money, even; feelingToothache perhaps, but never more than an hour awayFrom skill and novocaine;Making no contacts, dealing with life through Agents,…
Strong sun, that bleachThe curtains of my room, can you not renderColourless this dress I wear?—This violent plaidOf purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripeOf thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds doneThrough indolence high judgments…
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her) Think not I have not heard.Well-fanged the double wordAnd well-directed flew. I felt it. Down my sideInnocent as oil I see the ugly venom slide:Poison enough to stiffen…
Do I not know what savage blossom only under the pitting hailOf your inclement season could have prospered? Here lieGreen leaves to wade in. And of the many roads not one road leading outward from this placeBut is blocked by boughs…