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Fish in the unruffled lakes Their swarming colours wear, Swans in the winter air A white perfection have, And the great lion walks Through his innocent grove; Lion, fish and swan …
Eyes look into the well,Tears run down from the eye;The tower cracked and fellFrom the quiet winter sky. Under a midnight stoneLove was buried by thieves;The robbed heart begs for a bone,The damned rustle like leaves. Face down in the…
Dear, though the night is gone,Its dream still haunts today,That brought us to a roomCavernous, lofty asA railway terminus,And crowded in that gloomWere beds, and we in oneIn a far corner lay. Our whisper woke no clocks,We kissed and I…
Carry her over the water, And set her down under the tree,Where the culvers white all days and all night, And the winds from every quarter,Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.Put a gold ring on her finger, And press her…
At last the secret is out,as it always must come in the end,the delicious story is ripe to tellto tell to the intimate friend;over the tea-cups and into the squarethe tongues has its desire;still waters run deep, my dear,there’s never…
As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street,The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat.And down by the brimming river I heard a lover singUnder an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no ending.‘I’ll love you,…
The maid has just cleared away tea and I shall not be dis-turbed until supper. I shall be quite alone in this room, free to think of you if I choose, and believe me, my dear, I do choose. For…
We take this poem from here: “Once I carved ona seat in the park—We have sat here.You’d better not.”—W.H. Auden,Letter to a Wound The maid clears—away the teaSnivelly it seems—isn’t she?Of course—she knows the truthSo does Gabriel—and OliveMrs. Marshall—and…
Young men late in the night Toss on their beds Their pillows do not comfort Their uneasy heads, The lot that decides their fate Is cast tomorrow, One must depart and face Danger and sorrow. Is it me? Is it…
Yesterday all the past. The language of sizeSpreading to China along the trade-routes; the diffusion Of the counting-frame and the cromlech;Yesterday the shadow-reckoning in the sunny climates.Yesterday the assessment of insurance by cards,The divination of water; yesterday the invention Of…