The tiger in the tiger-pitIs not more irritable than I.The whipping tail is not more stillThan when I smell the enemyWrithing in the essential bloodOr dangling from the friendly tree.When I lay bare the tooth of witThe hissing over the…
I. NEW HAMPSHIRE Children’s voices in the orchard Between the blossom- and the fruit-time: Golden head, crimson head, Between the green tip and the root. Black wing, brown wing, hover over; Twenty years and the spring is over; To-day grieves,…
V. CAPE ANN O quick quick quick, quick hear the song-sparrow,Swamp-sparrow, fox-sparrow, vesper-sparrowAt dawn and dusk. Follow the danceOf the goldfinch at noon. Leave to chanceThe Blackburnian warbler, the shy one. HailWith shrill whistle the note of the quail, the…
IV. RANNOCH, BY GLENCOE Here the crow starves, here the patient stagBreeds for the rifle. Between the soft moorAnd the soft sky, scarcely roomTo leap or soar. Substance crumbles, in the thin airMoon cold or moon hot. The road winds…
III. USK Do not suddenly break the branch, orHope to findThe white hart behind the white well.Glance aside, not for lance, do not spellOld enchantments. Let them sleep.” Gently dip, but not too deep”,Lift your eyesWhere the roads dip and…
II. VIRGINIA Red river, red river,Slow flow heat is silenceNo will is still as a riverStill, Will heat moveOnly through the mocking-birdHeard once? Still hillsWait. Gates wait. Purple trees,White trees, wait, wait,Delay, decay. Living, living,Never moving. Ever movingIron thoughts came…
I. NEW HAMPSHIRE Children’s voices in the orchardBetween the blossom- and the fruit-time:Golden head, crimson head,Between the green tip and the root.Black wing, brown wing, hover over;Twenty years and the spring is over;To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,Cover me over, light-in-leaves;Golden head,…
I. Lines to a Persian Cat The songsters of the air repairTo the green fields of Russell Square.Beneath the trees there is no easeFor the dull brain, the sharp desiresAnd the quick eyes of Woolly Bear.There is no relief but…
The wind sprang up at four o’clockThe wind sprang up and broke the bellsSwinging between life and deathHere, in death’s dream kingdomThe waking echo of confusing strifeIs it a dream or something elseWhen the surface of the blackened riverIs a…
Eyes that last I saw in tearsThrough divisionHere in death’s dream kingdomThe golden vision reappearsI see the eyes but not the tearsThis is my affliction This is my afflictionEyes I shall not see againEyes of decisionEyes I shall not see…
