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sweet eyes that smiled
now wet and wild
o eye and tear mother and child | img2poems |
well: love and pain
be kinsfolk twain
yet would oh would i could love again | img2poems |
if haply thou o desdemona morn
shouldst call along the curving sphere remain
dear night sweet moor nay leave me not in scorn | img2poems |
nay if ye three o morn
o spring
o heart | img2poems |
should chant grave unisons of grief and love
ye could not mourn with more melodious art
than daily doth yon dim sequestered dove | img2poems |
i asked my heart to say
some word whose worth my love's devoir might pay
upon my lady's natal day | img2poems |
then said my heart to me
`learn from the rhyme that now shall come to thee
what fits thy love most lovingly | img2poems |
this gift that learning shows
for as a rhyme unto its rhyme-twin goes
i send a rose unto a rose | img2poems |
in four brief cycles round the punctual sun
has she old learning's latest daughter won
this grace this stature and this fruitful fame | img2poems |
one wing was feathered with facts of the uttermost past
and one with the dreams of a prophet and both sailed fast
and met where the sorrowful soul on the earth was cast | img2poems |
then that artist began in a lark's low circling to pass
and first he sang at the height of the top of the grass
a song of the herds that are born and die in the mass | img2poems |
but god was not angry nor ever confused his tongue
for not out of selfish nor impudent travail was wrung
the song of all men and all things that the all-lover sung | img2poems |
yet as `a ghost
' his household cry
`he hath followed a ghost in flight | img2poems |
'twixt this and dawn three hours my soul will smite
with prickly seconds or less tolerably
with dull-blade minutes flatwise slapping me | img2poems |
yea would i rode these mad contentious brawls
no damage taking from their if and how
nor no result save galloping to my dawn | img2poems |
my dawn
my dawn
how if it never break | img2poems |
come ye wild weeks since first this canvas drew
out of vexed palos ere the dawn was blue
o'er milky waves about the bows full-creaming | img2poems |
i marvel how mine eye ranging the night
from its big circling ever absently
returns thou large low star to fix on thee | img2poems |
`maria
' star
no star: a light a light | img2poems |
john parker
rub thine eyes and yawn
but one o'clock and yet 'tis dawn | img2poems |
`lay down your arms damned rebels
' cry
the men in red full haughtily | img2poems |
they sit in the reverend hall: `shall we declare
floats round about the anxious-quivering air
'twixt narrow schuylkill and broad delaware | img2poems |
now fall the chill reactionary snows
of man's defect and every wind that blows
keeps back the spring of freedom's perfect rose | img2poems |
now naked feet with crimson fleck the ways
and heaven is stained with flags that mutinies raise
and arnold-spotted move the creeping days | img2poems |
burns the land with redder flame
north in line and south in line
yell the charge and spring the mine | img2poems |
heartstrong south would have his way
headstrong north hath said him nay
o strong heart strong brain beware | img2poems |
`blow herald blow
' there entered heart
a youth in crimson and gold | img2poems |
`blow herald blow
' brain stood apart
steel-armored glittering cold | img2poems |
heart and brain
no more be twain
throb and think one flesh again | img2poems |
drive them homeward herdsman time
from the meadows of the prime
i will feast my house and rest | img2poems |
then called the artist's god from in the sky
this time shall show by dream and mystery
the heart of all his matter to thine eye | img2poems |
son study stars by looking down in streams
interpret that which is by that which seems
and tell thy dreams in words which are but dreams | img2poems |
and the middle of the day is cold
and the heart of eve beats lax i' the end
as a legend's climax poorly told | img2poems |
gray pelican poised where yon broad shallows shine
know'st thou that finny foison all is mine
in the bag below thy beak yet thine not less | img2poems |
look off dear love across the sallow sands
and mark yon meeting of the sun and sea
how long they kiss in sight of all the lands | img2poems |
o night
divorce our sun and sky apart
never our lips our hands | img2poems |
and next marched forth a matron ewe
udder'd so large 'twas much ado
e'en then to clear the barrier | img2poems |
then while the ewe
slow passed the bend a blur of light
the shepherd's face in sadness grew | img2poems |
till presently no man can say
if yet the brown-fleeced wether may
or not have passed beyond the bend | img2poems |
now blessed vision
to my hand
most pat a marvel strange did fall | img2poems |
he cried leapt up in wild alarm
ran to my comrade shelter took
beneath the startled mother's arm | img2poems |
we've had such hard hard times this year
for goblins
never knew the like | img2poems |
all elfland's mortgaged
and we fear
the gnomes are just about to strike | img2poems |
`we'll touch at every chimney-top
then as we whisk you by you'll drop
each package down: just think the force | img2poems |
ah claus those premiums
now our lives
depend on yours: thus griefs go on | img2poems |
ne'er shall my boys my boys
when christmas morns their eyes unclose
find empty stockings gaping wide | img2poems |
a shape
appeared before me pacing to and fro
with head far down inclined | img2poems |
some year or more ago i s'pose
i roamed from maine to floridy
and see where them palmettos grows | img2poems |
don't think about it much preehaps
your brain might git see-sawin' end for end
like them asylum chaps | img2poems |
and thar it is down all squar and straight
but i can't make it gee fur nine from eight
leaves nuthin' and none to carry | img2poems |
however you star' and frown
thare's somethin' fur you to carry
fur you've worked it upside down | img2poems |
you may git up soon and lie down late
but you'll always find that nine from eight
leaves nuthin' and none to carry | img2poems |
his mules was goin' powerful slow
fur he had tied the lines onto
the staple of the scraper | img2poems |
thar's one thing farmers all must do
to keep themselves from goin' tew
bankruptcy and the devil | img2poems |
and as for hebben bless de lord and praise his holy name
dat shines in all de co'ners of dis cabin jes' de same
as ef dat cabin hadn't nar' a plank upon de frame | img2poems |
de lord 'a' mussy sakes alive jes' hear ker-woof ker-woof
de debble's comin' round dat bend he's comin' shuh enuff
a-splashin' up de water wid his tail and wid his hoof | img2poems |
'scuse dinah 'scuse her marster for she's sich a little chile
she hardly jes' begin to scramble up de homeyard stile
but dis ole traveller's feet been tired dis many a many a mile | img2poems |
i would not proud persume but i'll boldly make reques
sence jacob had dat wrastlin'-match i too gwine do my bes
when jacob got all underholt de lord he answered yes | img2poems |
strange aches sailed by with odors on the wind
as when we kneel in flowers that grow on graves
of friends who died unworthy of our love | img2poems |
poictiers poictiers: this grain i' the eye of france
had swelled it to a big and bloodshot ball
that looked with rage upon a world askew | img2poems |
midst of the crowd old gris grillon the maimed
a wretched wreck that fate had floated out
from the drear storm of battle at poictiers | img2poems |
thou old red criminal stand forth i charge
but o i am too utter sorrowful
to urge large accusation now | img2poems |
nathless
my work to-day is still more grievous
hear | img2poems |
not mark by robust swelling of the thews
but puffed and flabby large with gross increase
of wine-fat plague-fat dropsy-fat | img2poems |
thou art first squire to that most puissant knight
lord satan who thy faithful squireship long
hath watched and well shall guerdon | img2poems |
o dream
born of a dream as yonder cloud is born
of water which is born of cloud | img2poems |
a quick small shadow spotted the white world
then instantly 'twas huge and huger grew
by instants till it did o'ergloom all space | img2poems |
the spectre sank and lay upon the air
and brooded level close upon the earth
with all the myriad heads just over me | img2poems |
this zone seemed ever to contract and all
the frame with momentary spasms heaved
in the strangling traction which did never cease | img2poems |
now if the priesthood put such shame upon
your cry for leadership can better help
come out of knighthood | img2poems |
o contumely hard
o bitterness of last disgrace o sting
that stings the coward knights of lost poictiers | img2poems |
then said the fool
'twas a brave flight my lord that last one
brave | img2poems |
aye prove it
if thy logic fail wise fool
i'll cause two wise men whip thee soundly | img2poems |
please thy wisdom
an thou dost ride through this same gang of boors
'tis my fool's-prophecy some ill shall fall | img2poems |
may bounce back upward
well: and then
what then | img2poems |
or if some erring crossbow-bolt should break
thine unarmed head shot from behind a house
so evil falls and a fool foretells the truth | img2poems |
but presently as 'twere in weariness
he gazed about and then above and so
made mark of gris grillon | img2poems |
i would quoth gris
that thou upon a certain time i wot
hadst had less legs and bigger brows my lord | img2poems |
then all the flatterers and their squires cried out
solicitous with various voice go to
old rogue or shall i brain him my good lord | img2poems |
or so let me but chuck him from his perch
or slice his tongue to piece his leg withal
or send his eyes to look for his missing arms | img2poems |
the sun is brave the sun is bright
the sun is lord of love and light
but after him it cometh night | img2poems |
the hound was cuffed the hound was kicked
o' the ears was cropped o' the tail was nicked
oo-hoo-o howled the hound | img2poems |
an thou wert master i had slit
thy throat with a huge wound
quo' hound | img2poems |
my bare thought whetted as a sword cut sheer
through time and life and flesh and death to clear
my way unto nirvana | img2poems |
i thrust through antique blood and riches vast
and all big claims of the pretentious past
that hindered my nirvana | img2poems |
i love not hate not: right and wrong agree
and fangs of snakes and lures of doves to me
are vain are vain nirvana | img2poems |
on the still bosom of mine ecstasy
a lotus on a lake of balm i lie
forever in nirvana | img2poems |
the blood that made you has all bled for us
the hearts that paid you are all dead for us
the trees that shade you groan with lead for us | img2poems |
o mother-earth
of titan birth
thy mother's-milk is curdled with aloe | img2poems |
thou sorrow-height
we climb by night
thou hast no hell-deep chasm save disgrace | img2poems |
the sages chuckle o'er their jest
must they to give a people rest
their dainty wit forego | img2poems |
a rose of perfect red embossed
with silver sheens of crystal frost
yet warm nor life nor fragrance lost | img2poems |
high passion throbbing in a sphere
that art hath wrought of diamond clear
a great heart beating in a tear | img2poems |
the listening soul is full of dreams
that shape the wondrous-varying themes
as cries of men or plash of streams | img2poems |
or noise of summer rain-drops round
that patter daintily a-ground
with hints of heaven in the sound | img2poems |
or noble wind-tones chanting free
through morning-skies across the sea
wild hymns to some strange majesty | img2poems |
o if one trope clear-cut and keen
may type the art of song's best queen
white-hot of soul white-chaste of mien | img2poems |
on music's heart doth nilsson dwell
as if a swedish snow-flake fell
into a glowing flower-bell | img2poems |
a sweeter light than ever rayed
from star of heaven or eye of maid
has vanished in the unknown shade | img2poems |
now in a wild sad after-mood
the tawny night sits still to brood
upon the dawn-time when he wooed | img2poems |
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