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It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,
It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,
The poem of the mind in the act of
What will suffice
It has not always
To find: the scene was set; it repeated what Was in the script
The houses are
By white night-gowns
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
I
There’s a little square in Paris,
Waiting until we pass
They sit idly there,
You dweller in the dark cabin,
To whom the watermelon is always purple,
Whose garden is wind and moon,
Of the two dreams, night and day,
An old man
In the shadow of a pine
In China
He sees larkspur,
The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
Between the two we live and die—The broken cartwheel on the hill
As if, in the presence of the sea,
We dried our nets and mended
To sing jubilas at exact, accustomed times,
To be crested and wear the mane of a multitude And so, as part, to exult with its great throat,
To speak of joy and to sing of it, borne on The shoulders of joyous men, to feel the heart That i...
Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill;
And that in autumn, when the grapes Made sharp air sharper by their smell These had a being, breathing frost;
And least will guess that wit...
One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;
Even the leaves of the locust were yellow then,
He walked with his year-old boy on his shoulder
Light the first light of
In which we rest and, for small reason,
The world imagined is the ultimate good
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous
Twenty men crossing a bridge,
Into a village,
Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges,
Into twenty villages,