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The fitter said, “Madame, vous avez maigri,”And pinched together a handful of skirt at my hip.“Tant mieux,” I said, and looked away slowly, and took myunder-lipSoftly between my teeth. Rip—rip!Out came the seam, and was pinned together in anotherplace.She knelt before…
Not for these lovely blooms that prank your chambers did Icome. Indeed,I could have loved you better in the dark;That is to say, in rooms less bright with roses, rooms morecasual, less awareOf History in the wings about to enter…
That chill is in the airWhich the wise know well, and even have learned to bear.This joy, I know,Will soon be under snow. The sun sets in a cloudAnd is not seen.Beauty, that spoke aloud,Addresses now only the remembering ear.The…
“Huntsman, what quarryOn the dry hillDo your hounds harry? When the red oak is bareAnd the white oak stillRattles its leavesIn the cold air:What fox runs there?” “Girl, gathering acornsIn the cold autumn,I hunt the hot padsThat ever run before,I…
No hawk hangs over in this air:The urgent snow is everywhere.The wing adroiter than a sailMust lean away from such a gale,Abandoning its straight intent,Or else expose tough ligamentAnd tender flesh to what beforeMeant dampened feathers, nothing more.Forceless upon our…
Ah, broken garden, frost on the melons and on the beans!Frozen are the ripe tomatoes, the red fruit and the hairy golden stem;Frozen are the grapes, and the vine above them frozen, and the peppers are frozen!And I walk among…
You that are sprung of northern stock,And nothing lavish, born and bredWith tablets at your foot and head,And CULPA carven on the rock, Sense with delight but not with easeThe fragrance of the quinine trees,The kembang-spatu’s lolling flameWith solemn envy kin to shame. Ah,…
Though less for love than for the deepThough transient death that follows itThese childish mouths grown soft in sleepHere in a rented bed have met, They have not met in love’s despite . . .Such tiny loves will leap and…
Hearing the hawk squeal in the high skyI and the rabbit trembled.Only the dark small rabbits newly kittled in their neatly dissembledHollowed nest in the thicket thatched with strawDid not respect his cry.At least, not that I saw. But I…
As day was born, as night was dying,The seagulls woke me with their crying;And from the reef the mooing hornSpoke to the waker: Day is bornAnd night is dying, but still the fogOn dimly looming deck and sparIs dewy, and…