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Yet in the end, defeated too, worn out and ready to fall,Hangs from the drowsy tree with cramped and desperate stem above the ditch the last leaf of all. There is something to be learned, I guess, from looking at…
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loudAt dawn, a fortnight overdue,Jostling the doors, and tearing throughMy bedroom to rejoin the cloud, I know—for I can hear the hissAnd scrape of leaves along the floor—How may boughs, lashed bare by this,Will rake…
There where the woodcock his long bill among the aldersForward in level flight propels,Tussocks of faded grass are islands in the pasture swampWhere the small foot, if it be light as well, can passDry-shod to rising ground. Not so the…
Earth does not understand her child, Who from the loud gregarious town Returns, depleted and defiled, To the still woods, to fling him down.Earth can not count the sons she bore: The wounded lynx, the wounded man Come trailing blood…
I Come along in then, little girl!Or else stay out!But in the open door she stands,And bites her lip and twists her hands,And stares upon me, trouble-eyed:“Mother,” she says, “I can’t decide!I can’t decide!” II Oh, burdock, and you other…
Who, now, when evening darkens the water and the stream is dull,Slowly, in a delicate frock, with her leghorn hat in her hand,At your side from under the golden osiers moves,Faintly smiling, shattered by the charm of your voice? There,…
Not knowing he rose from earth, not having seen him rise,Not knowing the fallow furrow was his home,And that high wing, untouchable, untainted,A wing of earth, with the warm loamClosely acquainted,I shuddered at his cry and caught my heart.Relentless out…
Ah, drink againThis river that is the taker-away of pain,And the giver-back of beauty! In these cool wavesWhat can be lost?—Only the sorry costOf the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself! The level flood that lavesThe hot browAnd the…
When Caesar fell, where yellow Tiber rolls Its heavy waters muddy,Life, that was ebbing from a hundred holes In Caesar’s body,Cried with a hundred voices to the common air, The unimperial day,“Gather me up, oh, pour me into the veins…
There as I bent above the broken pot from the mesa pueblo,Mournfully many times its patterned shards piecing together and laying aside,Appeared upon the house-top, two Navajos enchanted, the redshafted flicker and his bride,And stepped with lovely strideTo the pergola,…