John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt,
Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate's knee; (For so the eternal strife must rage Between the spirit of the age And Dogma, which, as is well known,
D...
Woman I’ve lived
Woman I live
Woman I’ll live
Always the
The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun
Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bayand beats with boats of cloud up from the seaagainst this sheer and limelit granite head
Swallow the spine of range; be dark
O lonely air
I
She, who so long has lain Stone-stiff with folded wings,
Within my heart again The brown bird wakes and sings
Brown nightingale, whose strain Is heard by day, by night,
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
As one who lays aside a task, where one has ruled alone,
I lay aside the crown of hell, and give to you my throne;
As one who feels his race is run, whose day is of the past,
I recognize your genius, and abdicate at last
New Year's Day—everything is in blossom
I feel about average
Have but one God: thy knees were sore If bent in prayer to three or four
Adore no images save those The coinage of thy country shows
Take not the Name in vain
Direct Thy swearing unto some effect
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their masonry Ugly and foul, and chimneys lie And snort, outlined against the gray Of lowhung cloud
I hear the sigh The goaded city gives, n...
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root, Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs, Set in the window, bringing memories Of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills, And ...
A Book of verses underneath the bough, Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou, Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man
But let the wine be unfermented,
Pale, Of chemicals compounded,
What is the song the stars sing
(And a million songs are as song of one) This is the song the stars sing: (Sweeter song's none) One to set, and many to sing, (And a million songs are as song of one) One to stand, and many to cling, The many t...