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It’s So Dull Here

To settle in this village of the heart,My darling, can you bear it? True, the HallWith its yews and famous dovecote is still thereJust as in childhood, but the grand old coupleWho loved us all so equally are dead,And now…

Remember

Tonight the many come to mindSent forward in the thaw with anxious marrow;For such might now return with a bleak face,An image, pause half-lighted in the door,A greater but not fortunate in all,Come home deprived of an astonishing end—Morgan’s who…

What’s the Matter?

To lie flat on the back with the knees flexedAnd sunshine on the soft receptive belly,Or face down, the insolent spine relaxed,No more compelled to cower or to bully, Is good; and good to see them passing byBelow on the…

The Unknown Citizen

(To JS/07 M 378This Marble MonumentIs Erected by the State) He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to beOne against whom there was no official complaint,And all the reports on his conduct agreeThat, in the modern sense of an…

What Do You Think?

To ask the hard question is simple;Asking at meetingWith the simple glance of acquaintanceTo what these goAnd how these do:To ask the hard question is simple,The simple act of the confused will.But the answer Is hard and hard to remember:On…

Year After Year

Though he believe it, no man is strong.He thinks to be called the fortunate,To bring home a wife, to live long. But he is defeated; let the sonSell the farm lest the mountain fall;His mother and her mother won. His…

Which Side Am I Supposed to Be On?

Though aware of our rank and alert to obey orders, Watching with binoculars the movement of the grass for an ambush,The pistol cocked, the code-word committed to memory; The youngest drummerKnows all the peace-time stories like the oldest soldier, Though…

But I Can’t

Time will say nothing but I told you so,Time only knows the price we have to pay;If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show,If we should stumble when…

Pur

This lunar beautyHas no history,Is complete and early;If beauty laterBear any feature,It had a loverAnd is another. This like a dreamKeeps other time,And daytime isThe loss of this;For time is inchesAnd the heart’s changes,Where ghost has haunted,Lost and wanted. But…

A Healthy Spot

They’re nice—one would never dream of going overAny contract of theirs with a magnifyingGlass, or of locking up one’s letters—alsoKind and efficient—one gets what one asks for.Just what is wrong, then, that, living among them,One is constantly struck by the…