PoemsBoni and Liveright, 1924 - 140 pàgines |
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Pàgina xxvi - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Pàgina 51 - LONDON ATHWART the sky a lowly sigh From west to east the sweet wind carried ; The sun stood still on Primrose Hill ; His light in all the city tarried : The clouds on viewless columns bloomed Like smouldering lilies unconsumed. ' Oh sweetheart, see ! how shadowy, Of some occult magician's rearing, Or swung in space of heaven's grace Dissolving, dimly reappearing, Afloat upon ethereal tides...
Pàgina xxxi - The past and present wilt - I have fill'd them, emptied them, And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes...
Pàgina 95 - When he turned at bay in the leafy gloom, In the emerald gloom where the brook ran deep, He heard in the distance the rollers boom, And he saw in a vision of peaceful sleep, In a wonderful vision of sleep, A stag of warrant, a stag, a stag, A runnable stag in a jewelled bed, Under the sheltering ocean dead, A stag, a runnable stag.
Pàgina 50 - Night sank: like flakes of silver fire The stars in one great shower came down; Shrill blew the wind ; and shrill the wire Rang out from Hythe to Romney town.
Pàgina 93 - And hunters were sulky and hounds out of tune Before we tufted the right stag forth Before we tufted him forth, The stag of warrant, the wily stag, The runnable stag with his kingly crop, Brow, bay and tray and three on top, The royal and runnable stag. It was Bell-of-the-North and Tinkerman's Pup That stuck to the scent till the copse was drawn. 'Tally ho! tally ho!
Pàgina 51 - Where argosies have wooed the breeze, The simple sheep are feeding now; And near and far across the bar The ploughman whistles at the plough; Where once the long waves washed the shore, Larks from their lowly lodgings soar. Below the down the stranded town Hears far away the rollers beat; About the wall the seabirds call ; The salt wind murmurs through the street; Forlorn the sea's forsaken bride, Awaits the end that shall betide.
Pàgina 77 - And our hearts are in our throats! Nameless as the stars of night Far in galaxies unfurled, Yet we wield unrivalled might, Joints and hinges of the world! Night and day! night and day! Sound the song the hours rehearse! Work and play! work and play! The order of the universe! Now the furnaces are out, And the aching anvils sleep; Down the road a merry rout Dances homeward twenty deep. Piper, play! Piper, play! Wearied people though we be, Ripe for rest, pipe your best! For a little we are free!
Pàgina 46 - THIRTY BOB A WEEK I COULDN'T touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as cut their teeth — I hope, like you — On the handle of a skeleton gold key; I cut mine on a leek, which I eat it every week : I'ma clerk at thirty bob as you can see. But I don't allow it's luck and all a toss; There's no such thing as being starred and crossed...
Pàgina 49 - It's a naked child against a hungry wolf; It's playing bowls upon a splitting wreck; It's walking on a string across a gulf With millstones fore-and-aft about your neck; But the thing is daily done by many and many a one; And we fall, face forward, fighting, on the deck.