LAn Trentiesme De Mon Eage
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,
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,
Will it last
he says
Is it a masterpiece
Will generation after
Standing between the sun and moon preservesA certain secrecy
Or seems to
Something inviolate if only
His father was an ape
The young dead soldiers do not speak
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them
They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts
They say:
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,
WE
VE loved each other in this time twenty
And with such love as few men have in them even
One or for the marriage month or the hearing
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...
This poem is for my wife
I have made it plainly and honestly:
The mark is on
Like the burl on the knife
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...
The old men rake the yards for
Burning the autumn-fallen leaves
They have no lives, the one or the other
The leaves are dead, the old men