#AmericanWriters
Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…
The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…
Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.
Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.
Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…