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Wrapped in a yielding air, beside The flower’s soundless hunger,Close to the tree’s clandestine tide, Close to the bird’s high fever, Loud in his hope and anger, Erect about his skeleton, Stands the expressive lover, Stands the deliberate man.Beneath the…
With conscience cocked to listen for the thunderHe saw the Devil busy in the wind,Over the chiming steeples and then underThe doors of nuns and doctors who had sinned. What apparatus could stave off disasterOr cut the brambles of man’s…
Will you turn a deaf earTo what they said on the shore,Interrogate their poisesIn their rich houses; Of stork-legged heaven-reachersOf the compulsory touchersThe sensitive amusersAnd masked amazers? Yet wear no ruffian badgeNor lie behind the hedgeWaiting with bombs of conspiracyIn…
Who will endureHeat of day and winter danger,Journey from one place to another?Nor be content to lieTill evening upon headland over bay,Between the land and sea;Or smoking wait till hour of food,Leaning on chained-up gateAt edge of wood? Metals runBurnished…
Who stands, the crux left of the watershed,On the wet road between the chafing grassBelow him sees dismantled washing-floors,Snatches of tramline running to a wood,An industry already comatose,Yet sparsely living. A ramshackle engineAt Cashwell raises water; for ten yearsIt lay…
(For Giuseppe Antonio Borgese and Elizabeth Mann, Nov. 23, 1939)While explosives blow to dust Friends and hopes, we cannot pray, Absolute conviction must Seem the whole of life to youth, Battle’s stupid gross event Keep all learning occupied: Yet the…
Where do They come from? Those whom we so much dread As on our dearest location falls the chill Of their crooked wing and endangers The melting friend, the aqueduct, the flower.Terrible Presences that the ponds reflect Back at the…
Where does the journey look which the watcher upon the quay,Standing under his evil star, so bitterly envies?When the mountains swim away with slow calm strokes, and the gullsAbandon their vow? Does it still promise the Juster Life? And, alone…
When there are so many we shall have to mourn,when grief has been made so public, and exposed to the critique of a whole epoch the frailty of our conscience and anguish,of whom shall we speak? For every day they…
When shall we learn, what should be clear as day,We cannot choose what we are free to love?Although the mouse we banished yesterdayIs an enraged rhinoceros today,Our value is more threatened than we know:Shabby objections to our present dayGo snooping…