Farewell To Anactoria
(Sappho)Never the tramp of foot or horse,
Nor lusty cries from ship at sea,
Shall I call loveliest on the dark earth-My heart moves lovingly
I say that what one loves is best:
(Sappho)Never the tramp of foot or horse,
Nor lusty cries from ship at sea,
Shall I call loveliest on the dark earth-My heart moves lovingly
I say that what one loves is best:
To Andrew
Paris,
November
Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, althoughtheir ancestors nearly two hundred years have dweltby the miasmal banks of tidewaters where malarial fevermakes men gaunt and dosing with quinine shakes ...
In that place, shepherd, all the men are dead
Yes, look at the water grim and
Where immense Europa rears her head,
Her face pinched and her breasts slack
The day's at end and there's nowhere to go,
Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying;
Get up and once again politely
Invite the ladies toward the
If thine eye offend thee, pluck it
If your tired unspeaking
Rivet the dark with linear sight,
Crazed by a warlock with his
Gay citizen, myself, and thoughtful friend,
Your ghosts are Plato's Christians in the cave
Unfix your necks, turn to the door; the
Gives back the cheated and light
The moon will run all consciences to cover,
Night is now the easy peer of day;
Little boys no longer sight the
Streaked in the sky, and cattle
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,
The meadow creeps implacable and still;
A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies
One two three the cows bulge on the hill
and the children's teeth shall be set on edge
I see him old, trapped in a burly
When little boys grown patient at last, weary,
Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the night,
The event will rage terrific as the sea;
Their bodies fill a crumbling room with light
"I give the yawp
Of piety and pelf(Who now reads Herrick
)"And contradict
No matter, the verse is large
To Arthur
Hit mus be now de Kingdom
And de year of Jubilo