Poetry, Volums 27-28Harriet Monroe, Morton Dauwen Zabel, George Dillon, Karl Shapiro, Henry Rago, Peter De Vries, Jessica North MacDonald, Marion Strobel Modern Poetry Association, 1926 |
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Pàgina 126 - ARS POETICA A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs...
Pàgina 207 - Glint of the glittering wings of dragon-flies in the light: Silver filaments, golden flakes settling downwards, Rippling, quivering flutters, repulse and surrender, The sun broidered upon the rain, the rain rustling with the sun.
Pàgina 279 - It has washed my bones with honey and oil And picked them clean as a whistle. And my youth returns, like the rains of Spring, And my sons, like the wild-geese flying; And I lie and hear the meadow-lark sing And have much content in my dying. Go play with the towns you have built of blocks The towns where you would have bound me!
Pàgina 284 - ... .The one is composition of ideas; the other, composition of images. In the one field life is discussed; in the other it is presented. The type of the one is a public address, moving us to assent and action; the type of the other is a play, showing us [an] action moving to an end of character.
Pàgina 89 - The hunter-moon is chipping at his flints, At his dripping bloody flints, He is rising for the hunt, And his face is red with blood From the spears of many spruces, And his blood is on the leaves that flutter down. The winter-maker, Bee-bo-an', Is walking in the sky, And his windy blanket rustles in the trees.
Pàgina 47 - The Ways of Time As butterflies are but winged flowers, Half sorry for their change, who fain, So still and long they lie on leaves, Would be thought flowers again E'en so my thoughts, that should expand, And grow to higher themes above, Return like butterflies to lie On the old things I love.
Pàgina 43 - IN surety and obscurity twice mailed, And first achieving with initial rout A riddance of weak fear and weaker doubt, He strove alone. But when too long assailed By nothing, even a stronger might have quailed As he did, and so might have gazed about Where he could see the last light going out, Almost as if the fire of God had failed. And so it was till out of silence crept Invisible avengers of a name Unknown, like jungle-hidden jaguars. But there were others coming who had kept Their watch and word;...
Pàgina 163 - Prophesies, prophecy that remembers, the charm of the dark. And I and my people, we are willing to love the four-score years Heartily; but as a sailor loves the sea, when the helm is for harbor. Have men's minds changed, Or the rock hidden in the deep of the waters of the soul Broken the surface? A few centuries Gone by, was none dared not to people The darkness beyond the stars with harps and habitations. But now, dear is the truth. Life is grown sweeter and lonelier, And death is no evil.
Pàgina 47 - ... rags and sleeping there: These people have no work, thought I, And long before their time they die. That moment, on the waterside, A lighted car came at a bound; I looked inside, and saw a score Of pale and weary men that frowned; Each man sat in a huddled heap, Carried to work while fast asleep. Ten cars rushed down the waterside Like lighted coffins in the dark; With twenty dead men in each car, That must be brought alive by work: These people work too hard, thought I, And long before their...
Pàgina 126 - Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night-entangled trees, Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind — A poem should be...