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SARA TEASDALE | I feel the spring far off, far off,
The faint, far scent of bud and leaf
Oh, how can spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?
... | Spring in War-Time | Modern | Love |
IVOR GURNEY | Lying in dug-outs, joking idly, wearily;
Watching the candle guttering in the draught;
Hearing the great shells go high over us, eerily
Singing; how often have I turned over, and laughed
With pity and pride, photographs of all colours,
All sizes, subjects: khaki brothers in France;
Or mother's faces w... | Photographs | Modern | Love |
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS | I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I wen... | The Song of Wandering Aengus | Modern | Love |
LOUISE BOGAN | Now that I know
That passion warms little
Of flesh in the mold,
And treasure is brittle,
Ill lie here and learn
How, over their ground,
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.
August 1922 | Knowledge | Modern | Love |
GERTRUDE STEIN | Gertrude Stein, Idem the Same: A Valentine to Sherwood Anderson from A Stein Reader. Copyright 1993 by Gertrude Stein. Reprinted by permission of David Higham: Estate of Gertrude Stein . | Idem the Same: A Valentine to Sherwood Anderson | Modern | Love |
EZRA POUND | Ezra Pound, "Canto IV" from The Cantos of Ezra Pound. Copyright 1993 by Ezra Pound. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. | Canto IV | Modern | Love |
EZRA POUND | Ezra Pound, "Canto XXXVI" from The Cantos of Ezra Pound. Copyright 1993 by Ezra Pound. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. | Canto XXXVI | Modern | Love |
JAMES JOYCE | from Dana, 1904 | Song | Modern | Love |
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR | The moon has left the sky, love,
The stars are hiding now,
And frowning on the world, love,
Night bares her sable brow.
The snow is on the ground, love,
And cold and keen the air is.
Im singing here to you, love;
Youre dreaming there in Paris.
But this is Natures law, love,
Though just it may not seem,
Th... | Night of Love | Modern | Love |
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR | Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,
My being is attuned to thee.
Thou settest all my words a-wing,
And meltest me to melody.
Thou art my life, by thee I live,
From thee proceed the joys I know;
Sweetheart, thy hand has power to give
The meed of lovethe cup of woe.
Thou art my love, by th... | Thou Art My Lute | Modern | Love |
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS | Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
Thats all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh. | A Drinking Song | Modern | Love |
CARL SANDBURG | Bilbea, I was in Babylon on Saturday night.
I saw nothing of you anywhere.
I was at the old place and the other girls were there,
But no Bilbea.
Have you gone to another house? or city?
Why dont you write?
I was sorry. I walked home half-sick.
Tell me how it goes.
Send me some kind of a letter.
And take ca... | Bilbea | Modern | Love |
CARL SANDBURG | How much do you love me, a million bushels?
Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.
And tomorrow maybe only half a bushel?
Tomorrow maybe not even a half a bushel.
And is this your heart arithmetic?
This is the way the wind measures the weather. | How Much? | Modern | Love |
E. E. CUMMINGS | E.E. Cummings, [as freedom is a breakfastfood] from Complete Poems 1904-1962, edited by George J. Firmage. Copyright 1926, 1954, 1991 by the Trustees for the E.E. Cummings Trust. Copyright 1985 by George James Firmage. Reprinted with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation. | [as freedom is a breakfastfood] | Modern | Love |
E. E. CUMMINGS | E.E. Cummings, [love is more thicker than forget] from Complete Poems 1904-1962, edited by George J. Firmage. Copyright 1926, 1954, 1991 by the Trustees for the E.E. Cummings Trust. Copyright 1985 by George James Firmage. Reprinted with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation. | [love is more thicker than forget] | Modern | Love |
ELINOR WYLIE | 1
When the world turns completely upside down
You say well emigrate to the Eastern Shore
Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore;
Well live among wild peach trees, miles from town,
Youll wear a coonskin cap, and I a gown
Homespun, dyed butternuts dark gold color.
Lost, like your l... | Wild Peaches | Modern | Love |
KENNETH FEARING | Kenneth Fearing, "Aphrodite Metropolis (2)" from Collected Poems of Kenneth Fearing. Published by Random House, 1940. Reprinted by the permission of Russell & Volkening, Inc., as agents for the author. Copyright 1994 by Jubal Fearing and Phoebe Fearing. | Aphrodite Metropolis (2) | Modern | Love |
KENNETH FEARING | Kenneth Fearing, "X Minus X" from Collected Poems of Kenneth Fearing. Published by Random House, 1940. Reprinted by the permission of Russell & Volkening, Inc., as agents for the author. Copyright 1994 by Jubal Fearing and Phoebe Fearing. | X Minus X | Modern | Love |
EZRA POUND | Suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautiful
Normande cocotte
The eyes of the very learned British Museum assistant. | Pagani's, November 8 | Modern | Love |
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS | We sat together at one summers end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moments thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a k... | Adam's Curse | Modern | Love |
HART CRANE | I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South,
No wraith, but utterlyas still more alone
The Southern Cross takes night
And lifts her girdles from her, one by one
High, cool,
wide from the slowly smoldering fire
Of lower heavens,
vaporous scars!
Eve! Magdalene!
or Mary, you?
Whatever callfalls vainly on the w... | from The Bridge: Southern Cross | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | Originally published in Poetry, March 1914. | Debt | Modern | Love |
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS | Down by the salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish,
with her would not agree.
In a field by the river
my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning... | Down By the Salley Gardens | Modern | Love |
LOUISE BOGAN | Louise Bogan, Epitaph for a Romantic Woman from Body of this Death: Poems (New York: Robert M. McBride, 1923). Copyright 1923 by Louise Bogan. Reprinted with the permission of the Estate of Louise Bogan. | Epitaph for a Romantic Woman | Modern | Love |
GERTRUDE STEIN | Gertrude Stein, [The house was twinkling in the moon light] from Baby Precious Always Shines: Selected Love Notes Between Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas (St. Martins Press, 1999). Reprinted with the permission of the Estate of Gertrude Stein. | [The house was just twinkling in the moon light] | Modern | Love |
WALLACE STEVENS | You dweller in the dark cabin,
To whom the watermelon is always purple,
Whose garden is wind and moon,
Of the two dreams, night and day,
What lover, what dreamer, would choose
The one obscured by sleep?
Here is the plantain by your door
And the best cock of red feather
That crew before the clock... | Hymn from a Watermelon Pavilion | Modern | Love |
E. E. CUMMINGS | [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] Copyright 1952, 1980, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust, from Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George J. Firmage. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation. | [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] | Modern | Love |
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR | Come when the nights are bright with stars
Or come when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars
Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come, O love, wheneer you may,
And you are welcome, welcome.
You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
... | Invitation to Love | Modern | Love |
LOUISE BOGAN | Louise Bogan, Juans Song from The Blue Estuaries: Poems 1923-1968. Copyright 1968 by Louise Bogan. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC, http://us.macmillan.com/fsg. All rights reserved. | Juans Song | Modern | Love |
EZRA POUND | Originally published in Poetry, August 1914. | Ladies | Modern | Love |
LOUISE BOGAN | Originally published in Poetry, August 1922. | Leave-Taking | Modern | Love |
MICHAEL ANANIA | Michael Anania, Motet from Selected Poems. Copyright 1994 by Michael Anania. Used by permission of Asphodel Press/Acorn Alliance. | Motet | Modern | Love |
KENNETH SLESSOR | Kenneth Slessor, New Magic from Selected Poems, published by HarperCollins Publishers Australia. Used by permission. | New Magic | Modern | Love |
ASIL BUNTING | Basil Bunting, 30. The Orotava Road from Complete Poems, edited by Richard Caddel. Reprinted with the permission of Bloodaxe Books Ltd., www.bloodaxebooks.com. | from Odes: 30. The Orotava Road | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | Originally published in Poetry, March 1914. | Old Love and New | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | Originally published in Poetry, March 1914. | Over the Roofs | Modern | Love |
EZRA POUND | While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
And we went on living in the village of Chokan:
Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.
At fourteen I marr... | The River-Merchants Wife: A Letter | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | Since there is no escape, since at the end
My body will be utterly destroyed,
This hand I love as I have loved a friend,
This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;
Since there is no escape even for me
Who love life with a love too sharp to bear:
The scent of orchards in the rain, the sea
And hours alone too stil... | Since There Is No Escape | Modern | Love |
LOUISE BOGAN | Louise Bogan, Song for the Last Act from The Blue Estuaries: Poems 1923-1968. Copyright 1968 by Louise Bogan. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC, http://us.macmillan.com/fsg. All rights reserved. | Song for the Last Act | Modern | Love |
D. H. LAWRENCE | Originally published in Poetry, December 1914. | Song (Love has crept...) | Modern | Love |
LOUISE BOGAN | Originally published in Poetry, August 1922. | To a Dead Lover | Modern | Love |
JAMES JOYCE | Originally published in Poetry, May 1917. | Tutto Sciolto | Modern | Love |
ELINOR WYLIE | Too high, too high to pluck
My heart shall swing.
A fruit no bee shall suck,
No wasp shall sting.
If on some night of cold
It falls to ground
In apple-leaves of gold
Ill wrap it round.
And I shall seal it up
With spice and salt,
In a carven silver cup,
In a deep vault.
Before my eyes are blind
And my... | Valentine | Modern | Love |
MARJORIE PICKTHALL | When the first dark had fallen around them
And the leaves were weary of praise,
In the clear silence Beauty found them
And shewed them all her ways.
In the high noon of the heavenly garden
Where the angels sunned with the birds,
Beauty, before their hearts could harden,
Had taught them heavenly words.
When ... | Adam and Eve | Modern | Love |
D. H. LAWRENCE | My love looks like a girl to-night,
But she is old.
The plaits that lie along her pillow
Are not gold,
But threaded with filigree silver,
And uncanny cold.
She looks like a young maiden, since her brow
Is smooth and fair,
Her cheeks are very smooth, her eyes are closed.
She slee... | The Bride | Modern | Love |
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS | The jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window-sill.
It rose in a straight blue garment,
When owls began to call:
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;
But the young queen would not listen;
She rose in her pa... | The Cap and Bells | Modern | Love |
D. H. LAWRENCE | What large, dark hands are those at the window
Lifted, grasping the golden light
Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves
To my heart's delight?
Ah, only the leaves! But in the west,
In the west I see a redness come
Over the evening's burning breast
'Tis the wound of love goes home!
T... | Cruelty and Love | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | Supper comes at five o'clock,
At six, the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o'clock
But eight o'clock is far.
How could I bear my pain all day
Unless I watched to see
The clock-hands laboring to bring
Eight o'clock to me. | Eight O'Clock | Modern | Love |
EZRA POUND | Go, dumb-born book,
Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes:
Hadst thou but song
As thou hast subjects known,
Then were there cause in thee that should condone
Even my faults that heavy upon me lie
And build her glories their longevity.
Tell her that sheds
Such treasure in the air,
Recking naught else ... | Envoi | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more. | Faults | Modern | Love |
LOUIS UNTERMEYER | I never knew the earth had so much gold
The fields run over with it, and this hill
Hoary and old,
Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.
Such golden fires, such yellowlo, how good
This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God!
This fringe of wood,
Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod.
You too, ... | Feuerzauber | Modern | Love |
D. H. LAWRENCE | When she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window
And the sunbeams catch her
Glistening white on the shoulders,
While down her sides the mellow
Golden shadow glows as
She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts
Sway like full-blown yellow
Gloire de Dijon ... | Gloire de Dijon | Modern | Love |
LOUIS UNTERMEYER | Louis Untermeyer, Infidelity from The New Poetry: An Anthology of Twentieth Century Verse in English, ed. Harriet Monroe (New York: Macmillan, 1936). Permission is granted by arrangement with the Estate of Louis Untermeyer, Norma Anchin Untermeyer c/o Professional Publishing Services. The reprint is granted with the ex... | Infidelity | Modern | Love |
D. H. LAWRENCE | Version 1 (1921)
Yours is the shame and sorrow,
But the disgrace is mine;
Your love was dark and thorough,
Mine was the love of the sun for a flower
He creates with his shine.
I was diligent to explore you,
Blossom you stalk by stalk,
Till my fire of creation bore you
Shrivelling down in the final dour
Angu... | Last Words to Miriam | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day. | The Look | Modern | Love |
T. S. ELIOT | Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious arg... | The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock | Modern | Love |
EDGAR LEE MASTERS | I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
And played snap-out at Winchester.
One time we changed partners,
Driving home in the moonlight of middle June,
And then I found Davis.
We were married and lived together for seventy years,
Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,
Eight of whom we lost
Ere I had reac... | Lucinda Matlock | Modern | Love |
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR | Seen my lady home las' night,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh,
Seen a light gleam f'om huh eye,
An' a smile go flittin' by
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hyeahd de win' blow thoo de pine,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
M... | A Negro Love Song | Modern | Love |
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR | W'en daih's chillun in de house,
Dey keep on a-gittin' tall;
But de folks don' seem to see
Dat dey's growin' up at all,
'Twell dey fin' out some fine day
Dat de gals has 'menced to grow,
W'en dey notice as dey pass
Dat de front gate's saggin' low.
W'en de hinges creak an' cry,
An' de bahs go slantin' down,
... | The Old Front Gate | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | I saw her in a Broadway car,
The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me.
Her hair was dull and drew no light
And yet its color was as mine;
Her eyes were strangely like my eyes
Tho' love had never made them shine.
Her body was a thing grown thin,
Hungry for love ... | The Old Maid | Modern | Love |
WALLACE STEVENS | I
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the selfsame sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,
Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music. It is like the s... | Peter Quince at the Clavier | Modern | Love |
T. S. ELIOT | I
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself as it will seem to do
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, o... | Portrait of a Lady | Modern | Love |
EDGAR LEE MASTERS | Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,
The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls,
But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous
In the blest Nirvana of eternal light!
Go to the good heart that is my husband,
Who broods upon what he calls ... | Sarah Brown | Modern | Love |
MARJORIE PICKTHALL | I shall not go with pain
Whether you hold me, whether you forget
My little loss and my immortal gain.
O flower unseen, O fountain sealed apart!
Give me one look, one look remembering yet,
Sweet heart.
I shall not go with grief,
Whether you call me, whether you deny
The crowning vintage and the golden sheaf.
... | Song | Modern | Love |
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR | Wintah, summah, snow er shine,
Hit's all de same to me,
Ef only I kin call you mine,
An' keep you by my knee.
Ha'dship, frolic, grief er caih,
Content by night an' day,
Ef only I kin see you whaih
You wait beside de way.
Livin', dyin', smiles er teahs,
My soul will still be free,
Ef only thoo de comin' ye... | Song (Wintah, summah, snow er shine) | Modern | Love |
LOUISE BOGAN | This youth too long has heard the break
Of waters in a land of change.
He goes to see what suns can make
From soil more indurate and strange.
He cuts what holds his days together
And shuts him in, as lock on lock:
The arrowed vane announcing weather,
The tripping racket of a clock;
Seeking, I think, a light... | A Tale | Modern | Love |
D. H. LAWRENCE | Making his advances
He does not look at her, nor sniff at her,
No, not even sniff at her, his nose is blank.
Only he senses the vulnerable folds of skin
That work beneath her while she sprawls along
In her ungainly pace,
Her folds of skin that work and row
Beneath the earth-soiled hovel in which she moves.
... | Tortoise Gallantry | Modern | Love |
D. H. LAWRENCE | I thought he was dumb,
I said he was dumb,
Yet I've heard him cry.
First faint scream,
Out of life's unfathomable dawn,
Far off, so far, like a madness, under the horizon's dawning rim,
Far, far off, far scream.
Tortoise in extremis.
Why were we crucified into sex?
Why were we not left rounded off, and f... | Tortoise Shout | Modern | Love |
SARA TEASDALE | With the man I love who loves me not,
I walked in the street-lamps' flare;
We watched the world go home that night
In a flood through Union Square.
I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a snowflake falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear
The words my heart was calling.
And on we walke... | Union Square | Modern | Love |
HART CRANE | Hart Crane, "Voyages I, II, III, IV, V, VI" from The Complete Poems of Hart Crane, edited by Marc Simon. Copyright 1933, 1958, 1966 by Liveright Publishing Corporation. Copyright 1986 by Marc Simon. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing. | Voyages | Modern | Love |
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS | When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in yo... | When You Are Old | Modern | Love |
CARL SANDBURG | Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark roo... | At a Window | Modern | Love |
RICHARD ALDINGTON | Potuia, potuia
White grave goddess,
Pity my sadness,
O silence of Paros.
I am not of these about thy feet,
These garments and decorum;
I am thy brother,
Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,
And thou hearest me not.
I have whispered thee in thy solitudes
Of our loves in Phrygia,
The far ecstasy of burni... | To a Greek Marble | Modern | Love |
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