Liberty
When liberty is headlong girl And runs her roads and wends her ways Liberty will shriek and whirl Her showery torch to see it blaze
When liberty is wedded wife And keeps the barn and counts the byre Liberty amends her life
She drowns her...
When liberty is headlong girl And runs her roads and wends her ways Liberty will shriek and whirl Her showery torch to see it blaze
When liberty is wedded wife And keeps the barn and counts the byre Liberty amends her life
She drowns her...
The earth, still heavy and warm with afternoon,
Dazed by the moon:
The earth, tormented with the moon’s light,
Wandering in the night:
mon semblable, mon frère(1) Our epoch takes a voluptuous satisfaction In that perspective of the action Which pictures us inhabiting the end Of everything with death for only friend
Not that we love death,
Not truly, not the fluttering b...
And I have come upon this
By lost ways, by a nod, by words,
By faces, by an old man's
At Morlaix lifted to the birds,
This poem is for my wife
I have made it plainly and honestly:
The mark is on
Like the burl on the knife
Standing between the sun and moon preservesA certain secrecy
Or seems to
Something inviolate if only
His father was an ape
These alternate nights and days, these seasons Somehow fail to convince me
It seems I have the sense of infinity
(In your dreams,
O crew of Columbus,
First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the persistent pressure of a river or a running tide
This wind is from the other side and has an o...
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall
I praise the flower-barren fields, the clouds, the tall Unanswering branches where the wind makes sullen noise
I praise the fall: it is th...
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Science, that simple saint, cannot be
Figuring what anything is for:
Enough for her devotions that things
And can be contemplated soon as gathered
Señora, it is true the Greeks are dead
It is true also that we here are Americans:
That we use the machines: that a sight of the god is unusual:
That more people have more thoughts: that there are Progress and science and tractors a...