Sonnet A Dream After Reading Dantes Episode Of Paulo And Francesca
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so
Gone now the baby's nurse,a lioness who ruled the roostand made the Mother cry
She used to tiegobbets of porkrind in bowknots of gauze—three months they hung like soggy toaston our eight foot magnolia tree,and helped the English sparrowsweath...
Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together
Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till cock-crow: Look out if yonder be not day again Rimming the rock-...
AS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter night, and sought a gate— The home, by Fate, Of one I had long held dear
And there, as I paused by her tenement, And the trees shed on me their r...
After a hundred
Nobody knows the place, —Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace
Weeds triumphant ranged,
Now leave the check-reins slack,
The seed is flying far today -The seed like stars against the
Eternity of April clay
This seed is potent as the
EN the sun comes after
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the
Two by two
September twenty-second,
Sir: today I answer
In the latter part of May,
Hard on our Lord’s Ascension, it began To be more sensible
Lord of this blood-drenched battle plain,
Lord of the foe our hands have
Glory to Thee amidst the dead,
That Thou hast still Thy people led,
The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free,
And yelled in the slang of the Outside Track: ‘By God, it’s a Christmas spree
’‘It’s not too rusty’—and ‘Wool away
’—‘stand clear of the blazing shoots
After great pain, a formal feeling comes —The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before
The Feet, mechanical, go round —Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —A Wooden