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Here among tables lit with bottled tapers The violins are tuning for the eveningAgainst the measured “Faites vos jeux,” the murmur, Rising and falling, from the gaming rooms. The waiters skim beneath the ornate rafters Where lanterns swing like tissue-paper…
When Harry Wylie saw his father’s ghost,As bearded and immense as once in life,Bending above his bed long after midnight,He screamed and gripped the corner of the pillowTill aunts came hurrying white in dressing gownsTo say it was a dream.…
What if the world’s corruption nears,The consequence they dare not name?We shall but realize our fearsAnd having tasted them go on,Neither from hope of grace nor fame,Delivered from remorse and shame,And do the things left to be doneFor no sake…
As for me, I distrust the commonplace;Demand and am receiving marvels, signs,Miracles wrought in air, acted in spaceAfter imagination’s own designs.The lion and the tiger pace this wayAs often as I call; the flight of wingsSurprises empty air, while out…
Aunt Jennifer’s tigers prance across a screen,Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.They do not fear the men beneath the tree;They pace in sleek chivalric certainty. Aunt Jennifer’s fingers fluttering through her woolFind even the ivory needle hard to…
The glass has been falling all the afternoon,And knowing better than the instrumentWhat winds are walking overhead, what zoneOf grey unrest is moving across the land,I leave the book upon a pillowed chairAnd walk from window to closed window, watchingBoughs…
New Year’s Day 1:16 A.M.and my body is weary beyond time to withdraw and restample room allowed me in everyone’s head but community callsright over the thresholddrums beating through the wallschildren playing their truck dramas under the collapsible coatrackin the…
I can’t just sit here staring death in her faceblinking and asking for a new name by which to greet herI am not afraid to say unembellishedI am dyingbut I do not want to do itlooking the other way.Today is…
In whose beddid I lie asweatas the first thrush soundedtelling myself storiesof someone I used to behurling myselfat the unfamiliar shoretaunting the rocks’ long shadowtill the waves beat my rageback to spindriftand my wars came home? The girls who liveat…
Last night I watched the moon go out become a dark opalescent glowI could not believe what was happening even as I saw the change in light.The first time I met youwe sat up all night readingeach other’s poems morning…