The room is full of you!—As I came inAnd closed the door behind me, all at onceA something in the air, intangible,Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!— Sharp,…
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Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oftFalls the knocker of my door— Neither loud nor soft,But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand?Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand,And then comes Sorrow— And what does…
When I was a windy boy and a bitAnd the black spit of the chapel fold,(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,The rude…
Oh, here the air is sweet and still, And soft’s the grass to lie on;And far away’s the little hill They took for Christ to die on. And there’s a hill across…
Butterflies are white and blueIn this field we wander through.Suffer me to take your hand.Death comes in a day or two. All the things we ever knewWill be ashes in…
Oh, I am grown so free from care Since my heart broke!I set my throat against the air, I laugh at simple folk! There’s little kind and little fair Is worth its weight…
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughterWe drenched the altars of Love’s sacred grove,Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient afterThe launching of the colored moths of Love.Love’s proper myrtle…
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of her? Clio, not you, Not you, Calliope, Nor all your wanton line, Not Beauty’s perfect self shall…
Only until this cigarette is ended,A little moment at the end of all,While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,And in the firelight to a lance extended,Bizarrely with the jazzing…
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done,Any day you’ll find her A-sunning in the sun! It’s long after midnight Her key’s in the lock,And you never see her chimney smoke Till…
Be to her, Persephone,All the things I might not be;Take her head upon your knee.She that was so proud and wild,Flippant, arrogant and free,She that had no need of me,Is…
All right,Go ahead!What’s in a name?I guess I’ll be locked intoAs much as I’m locked out of!
All I could see from where I stoodWas three long mountains and a wood;I turned and looked another way,And saw three islands in a bay.So with my eyes I traced…
For the sake of some things That be now no moreI will strew rushes On my chamber-floor,I will plant bergamot At my kitchen-door. For the sake of dim things That were once so plainI…
Safe upon the solid rock the **** houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start. People dress and go…
To what purpose, April, do you return again?Beauty is not enough.You can no longer quiet me with the rednessOf little leaves opening stickily.I know what I know.The sun is hot…
And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you?I do not love you Thursday— So much is true. And why you come complaining Is more than I can see.I loved…
If he should lie a-dying I am not willing you should goInto the earth, where Helen went;She is awake by now, I know.Where Cleopatra’s anklets rustYou will not lie with…
The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking,Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking. All night there isn’t…
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;Well, such you are,—but well enough we knowHow thick about us root, how rankly growThose subtle weeds no man has need to…
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!—Life is a quest and love a quarrel— Here is a place for me to lie. Daisies spring from ******…
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has its place,And terrible beauty not to be endured,I turn away…
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.And what did I see I had not seen before?Only a question less or a question more;Nothing to match the…
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine;She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In…