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for this i make thee free
and now thyself
art loveliest in mine eyes i look and lo | img2poems |
with that
she answered let this woman sir find grace
and favor in your sight | img2poems |
but yet said he o yet
if there be respite for the terrible
the proud yea such as scorn thee and if not | img2poems |
and at his feet
the wives of his two other sons did kneel
and wring their hands | img2poems |
o is it come to this
he answered them
the door is shut | img2poems |
the quivering butterflies in companies
that slowly crept adown the sandy marge
like living crocus beds | img2poems |
special thanks to oliver darmstaedter wiebke schuck and thomas schaich
for their help deciphering the old german font used for the poem
`an frau nannette falk-auerbach | img2poems |
a birthday song
to s
g | img2poems |
i will make to thee a little confession of faith telling thee
my dearer self in words what i do not say to my not-so-dear-self
except in more modest feeling | img2poems |
mrs
lanier's own words as written in the brief annals of his life
furnished me will tell the end | img2poems |
this is not the place for an essay on the genius of sidney lanier
it is enough to call attention to some marked points
in his character and work | img2poems |
whitman is poetry's butcher
huge raw collops slashed from the rump
of poetry and never mind gristle is what whitman feeds our souls with | img2poems |
as near as i can make it out whitman's argument seems to be that
because a prairie is wide therefore debauchery is admirable
and because the mississippi is long therefore every american is god | img2poems |
liberty patriotism and civilization are on their knees
before the men of the south and with clasped hands and straining eyes
are begging them to become christians | img2poems |
the boy's percy
being old ballads of war adventure and love
from bishop thomas percy's reliques of ancient english poetry | img2poems |
the english novel and the principles of its development
crown vo pp
charles scribner's sons new york | img2poems |
tell me sweet burly-bark'd man-bodied tree
that mine arms in the dark are embracing dost know
from what fount are these tears at thy feet which flow | img2poems |
my gossip the owl is it thou
that out of the leaves of the low-hanging bough
as i pass to the beach art stirred | img2poems |
oh what if a bound should be laid
to this bow-and-string tension of beauty and silence a-spring
to the bend of beauty the bow or the hold of silence the string | img2poems |
in my heart
is a motion made
'tis a motion of dawn like a flicker of shade on shade | img2poems |
yet now the dew-drop now the morning gray
shall live their little lucid sober day
ere with the sun their souls exhale away | img2poems |
still-eyed and shadow-brow'd
steal off from yon far-drifting crowd
and come and brood upon the marsh with me | img2poems |
what the cloud doeth
the lord knoweth
the cloud knoweth not | img2poems |
what the artist doeth
the lord knoweth
knoweth the artist not | img2poems |
how poor how strange how wrong
to dream he wrote the little song
i made to him with love's unforced design | img2poems |
i work in freedom wild
but work as plays a little child
sure of the father self and love alone | img2poems |
inward and outward to northward and southward the beach-lines linger and curl
as a silver-wrought garment that clings to and follows
the firm sweet limbs of a girl | img2poems |
somehow my soul seems suddenly free
from the weighing of fate and the sad discussion of sin
by the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of glynn | img2poems |
the midmorn empties you of men save me
speak to your lover meadows
none can hear | img2poems |
i lie as lies yon placid brandywine
holding the hills and heavens in my heart
for contemplation | img2poems |
woods and wet pillows
this was all
this ox | img2poems |
from here to where the louder passions dwell
green leagues of hilly separation roll
trade ends where yon far clover ridges swell | img2poems |
but oh not the hills of habersham
and oh not the valleys of hall
avail: i am fain for to water the plain | img2poems |
with one poor word they tell me all they know
whereat their stupid tongues to tease my pain
do drawl it o'er again and o'er again | img2poems |
then down he shot bounced airily along
the sward twitched in a grasshopper made song
midflight perched prinked and to his art again | img2poems |
sweet science this large riddle read me plain
how may the death of that dull insect be
the life of yon trim shakespeare on the tree | img2poems |
burn golden globes in leafy sky
my orange-planets: crimson i
will shine and shoot among the spheres | img2poems |
then he sounded and down came kinsmen and clansmen all
ten blows for ten tine on his back let fall
and reckon no stroke if the blood follow not at the bite of thong | img2poems |
they follow mad hamish afar up the crag toward the sea
and the lady cries: clansmen run for a fee
yon castle and lands to the two first hands that shall hook him and hold | img2poems |
fast hamish back from the brink
and ever she flies up the steep
and the clansmen pant and they sweat and they jostle and strain | img2poems |
when the last stroke fell then he moved him a pace down the height
and he held forth the child in the heartaching sight
of the mother and looked all pitiful grave as repenting a wrong | img2poems |
e'en when thou strivest there within art's sky
full calm thine image in our love doth lie
a motion glassed in a tranquillity | img2poems |
frowning the owl in the oak complained him
sore that the song of the robin restrained him
wrongly of slumber rudely of rest | img2poems |
and cannot you walk now
bah
don't hop | img2poems |
soul could'st thou bare thy breast
as yon red rose and dare the day
all clean and large and calm with velvet rest | img2poems |
to-day the woods are trembling through and through
with shimmering forms that flash before my view
then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue | img2poems |
i pray with mosses ferns and flowers shy
that hide like gentle nuns from human eye
to lift adoring perfumes to the sky | img2poems |
i hear faint bridal-sighs of brown and green
dying to silent hints of kisses keen
as far lights fringe into a pleasant sheen | img2poems |
i start at fragmentary whispers blown
from undertalks of leafy souls unknown
vague purports sweet of inarticulate tone | img2poems |
thus without theft i reap another's field
thus without tilth i house a wondrous yield
and heap my heart with quintuple crops concealed | img2poems |
scorning the slow reward of patient grain
he sowed his heart with hopes of swifter gain
then sat him down and waited for the rain | img2poems |
he sailed in borrowed ships of usury
a foolish jason on a treacherous sea
seeking the fleece and finding misery | img2poems |
lulled by smooth-rippling loans in idle trance
he lay content that unthrift circumstance
should plough for him the stony field of chance | img2poems |
yea gathering crops whose worth no man might tell
he staked his life on games of buy-and-sell
and turned each field into a gambler's hell | img2poems |
aye as each year declined
with bitter heart and ever-brooding mind
he mourned his fate unkind | img2poems |
then worn and gray and sick with deep unrest
he fled away into the oblivious west
unmourned unblest | img2poems |
o trade
o trade
would thou wert dead | img2poems |
swinehood hath no remedy
say many men and hasten by
clamping the nose and blinking the eye | img2poems |
but who said once in the lordly tone
man shall not live by bread alone
but all that cometh from the throne | img2poems |
does business mean `die you live i
then `trade is trade' but sings a lie
'tis only war grown miserly | img2poems |
if business is battle name it so
war-crimes less will shame it so
and widows less will blame it so | img2poems |
alas for the poor to have some part
in yon sweet living lands of art
makes problem not for head but heart | img2poems |
i am not overbold
i hold
full powers from nature manifold | img2poems |
the nymphs cold creatures of man's colder brain
chilled nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
never to lave its love in them again | img2poems |
later a sweet voice `love thy neighbor' said
then first the bounds of neighborhood outspread
beyond all confines of old ethnic dread | img2poems |
but oh the poor
the poor
the poor | img2poems |
alas when sighs are traders' lies
and heart's-ease eyes and violet eyes
are merchandise | img2poems |
ah not in these cold merchantable days
deem men their life an opal gray where plays
the one red sweet of gracious ladies'-praise | img2poems |
i'll prove that lie upon his head
or i will die instead
fair lady | img2poems |
nor time hath changed his hair to white
nor his dear love to spite
fair lady | img2poems |
and then the hautboy played and smiled
and sang like any large-eyed child
cool-hearted and all undefiled | img2poems |
yet more i learn while friend
i sit by thee
who sees all time sees all eternity | img2poems |
howe'er thou turn'st wrong earth
still love's in sight
for we are taller than the breadth of night | img2poems |
time hurry my love to me
haste haste
lov'st not good company | img2poems |
oh would that i might divine
thy name beyond the zodiac sign
wherefrom our times-to-come descend | img2poems |
he called thee `sometime
change it friend
`now-time' sounds so much more fine | img2poems |
to thee
come i a poet hereward haply blown
from out another worldflower lately flown | img2poems |
thou canst not measure mistress nature's hair
not one sweet inch: nay if thy sight is sharp
would'st count the strings upon an angel's harp | img2poems |
the tears i weep by day and bitter night
opinion
for thy sole salt vintage fall | img2poems |
`i love thee well dear love ' quoth she `and yet
would that thy creed with mine completely met
as one not two | img2poems |
assassin
thief
opinion 'tis thy work | img2poems |
by church by throne by hearth by every good
that's in the town of time i see thee lurk
and e'er some shadow stays where thou hast stood | img2poems |
thou hand'st sweet socrates his hemlock sour
thou sav'st barabbas in that hideous hour
and stabb'st the good | img2poems |
a pilot god a pilot
for the helm is left awry
and the best sailors in the ship lie there among the dead | img2poems |
to heal his heart of long-time pain
one day prince love for to travel was fain
with ministers mind and sense | img2poems |
`yea yea sweet prince thyself shalt see
wilt thou but down this slope with me
'tis palpable ' whispered sense | img2poems |
at the foot of the hill a living rill
shone and the lilies shone white above
`but now 'twas black 'twas a river this rill | img2poems |
`i saw true hell with mine own eye
true hell or light hath told a lie
true verily ' quoth stout sense | img2poems |
there while they stood in a green wood
and marvelled still on ill and good
came suddenly minister mind | img2poems |
`in the heart of sin doth hell begin
'tis not below 'tis not above
it lieth within it lieth within | img2poems |
`fixed: follow me would'st thou but see
he weepeth under yon willow tree
fast chained to his corse ' quoth mind | img2poems |
there when they came mind suffered shame
`these be the same and not the same
a-wondering whispered mind | img2poems |
lo face by face two spirits pace
where the blissful willow waves above
one saith: `do me a friendly grace | img2poems |
`read me two dreams that linger long
dim as returns of old-time song
that flicker about the mind | img2poems |
`now strange ' quoth sense and `strange ' quoth mind
`we saw it and yet 'tis hard to find
but we saw it ' quoth sense and mind | img2poems |
before your birth
burn up o roses
with your dainty flame | img2poems |
o farms
protest if any tree emboss
the barren hills | img2poems |
sheer down to earth with many minstrelsies
and motions fine and mix about the scene
and fill the time with forms of ancient mien | img2poems |
o wagner westward bring thy heavenly art
no trifler thou: siegfried and wotan be
names for big ballads of the modern heart | img2poems |
hey rose just born
twin to a thorn
was't so with you o love and scorn | img2poems |
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