Climbing
High up in the apple tree climbing I go,
With the sky above me, the earth below
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair Which leads to the town I see shining up there
Climbing, climbing, higher and higher,
High up in the apple tree climbing I go,
With the sky above me, the earth below
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair Which leads to the town I see shining up there
Climbing, climbing, higher and higher,
Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea Must years go by in sad uncertainty Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows,
Are we or Fate the victors
Time which shows All inner mean...
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting
Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk
Round, ripe gold Of maturity,
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...
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant
You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow
You are cold and flame
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
To Ezra Pound With much friendship and admiration and some differences of
The Poet took his
Of fine and polished ebony
Set in the close-grained
Whistle under the water,
Make the water bubble to the tones of the flute
I call the bluebirds song into the water:
Wee-kee
Glinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides
Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light,
Swaying to the kissing breeze Swings the treasure, golden-gleaming, Apples of Hesperides
Far and lofty...
As I would free the white almond from the green husk So I would strip your trappings off,
Beloved
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting
O you,
Who came upon me
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before
A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment life is changed, and we Become of more heroic temper, meet To freely ask and give, a man complete Radiant because of faith, we dare to be Wh...