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Sonnet V: If I should learn
Sonnet V: If I should learn
If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again--
Read from the back-page of a paper, say…
Sonnets (1923)
Sonnets (1923)
VIII8.
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
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Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
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Was it my enemy or my fr…
Sonnet I: Thou art not lovelier than lilacs
Sonnet I: Thou art not lovelier than lilacs
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,--no,
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
Than small white single poppi…
Sonnet III: Mindful of you the sodden earth
Sonnet III: Mindful of you the sodden earth
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
And dusty roads, …
Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring
Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
And dust…
Sonnet 05: If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way
Sonnet 05: If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way
If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again—
Read f…
Song Of A Second April
Song Of A Second April
April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago,
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;…
Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,—No
Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,—No
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no,
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
Than small wh…
Scrub
Scrub
If I grow bitterly,
Like a gnarled and stunted tree,
Bearing harshly of my youth
Puckered fruit that sears the mouth;
If I make o…
Renascence
Renascence
All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked another way,
And saw three islands in …
Prayer To Persephone
Prayer To Persephone
Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flip…
Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day
Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day
Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away <…
Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry
Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give me back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, <…
Passer Mortuus Est
Passer Mortuus Est
Death devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,—presently
Every bed is narrow.
<…
Ode To Silence
Ode To Silence
Aye, but she?
Your other sister and my other soul
Grave Silence, lovelier
Than the three loveliest maidens, what of her?
Clio,…
Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much
Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much
Not even my pride shall suffer much;
Not even my pride at all, maybe,
If this ill-timed, intemperate clutch
Be …
Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love
Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by …
Modern Declaration
Modern Declaration
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having
wavered
In these affections; never through shyness in the houses o…
Memorial To D.C.
Memorial To D.C.
(Vassar College, 1918)
O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats,
Where now no more the music is,
With hands that wrote you l…
Midnight Oil
Midnight Oil
Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife,
Each day to half its length, my friend,—
The years that Time take off my life,
He'll t…
Love Is Not All
Love Is Not All
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And ris…
Make Bright The Arrows
Make Bright The Arrows
Make bright the arrows
Gather the shields:
Conquest narrows
The peaceful fields.
Stock well the quiver
Lines for a Grave-Stone
Lines for a Grave-Stone
Man alive, that mournst thy lot,
Desiring what thou hast not got,
Money, beauty, love, what not;
Deeming it ble…
Kin To Sorrow
Kin To Sorrow
Am I kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door——
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,