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In the dark year an angry rain came downBlood-red upon the hot stones of the town.Beneath the pelting of that liquid droughtNo garden stood, no shattered stalk could sprout,As from a sunless sky all day it rainedAnd men came in…
Coming by evening through the wintry cityWe said that art is out of love with life.Here we approach a love that is not pity. This antique discipline, tenderly severe,Renews belief in love yet masters feeling,Asking of us a grace in…
From the archaic ships the green and redInvaders woven in their colored hostsDescend to conquer. Here is the threaded headland,The warp and woof of a tideless beach, the flight,Recounted by slow shuttles, of swift arrows,And the outlandish attitudes of deathIn…
She who has power to call her manFrom that estranged intensityWhere his mind forages alone,Yet keeps her peace and leaves him free,And when his thoughts to her returnStands where he left her, still his own,Knows this the hardest thing to…
After the sunlight and the fiery visionLeading us to a place of running water,We came into a place by water altered.Dew ribboned from those trees, the grasses weptAnd drowned in their own weeping; vacant mistCrawled like a snail across the…
Curtis and I sit drinking auburn sherryIn the receptive twilight of the vinesAnd potted exile shrubs with sensitive spinesGreening the glass of the conservatory. Curtis, in sand-grey coat and tie of madder,Meets elder values with polite negation.I, between yew and…
What has happened here will doTo bite the living world in two,Half for me and half for you.Here at last I fix a lineSevering the world’s designToo small to hold both yours and mine.There’s enormity in a hairEnough to lead…
I have seen the mob of lateStanding sullen in the square,Gazing with a sullen stareAt window, balcony and gate.Some have talked in bitter tones,Some have held and fingered stones. These are follies that subside.Let us consider, none the less,Certain frailties…
Now that your hopes are shamed, you standAt last believing and resigned,And none of us who touch your handKnow how to give you back in kindThe words you flung when hopes were proud:Being born to happinessAbove the asking of the…
I bid you cast out pity.No more of that: let beImpotent grief and mourning.How shall a man break freeFrom this deathwatch of earth,This world estranged from mirth? Show me gay faces only.I call for pride and wit.—Men who remember laughter,Brave…