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Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!
"Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!" You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! --if we were rich we'd stick our chests out and hold o…
A Fond Kiss
A Fond Kiss A fond kiss, and then we sever; A farewell, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that…
Poem
Poem (Abbreviated from the conversation with Mr. T E H. Over the flat slope of St Eloi A wide wall of sandbags. Night, In the silence desultory men Pottering over small fires,…
To My Children
To My Children Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your growing glory prove Sacred to your consecration, To my h…
The Sailor-Boy
The Sailor-Boy Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own fireside To go aboard a ship through love, and plough the ocean wide. I crossed my native fields, where the sca…
Ezra on the Strike
Ezra on the Strike Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round. With the price of turkeys on the bound, And coal, by gum! Thet were just found, Is surely gettin' cheaper. The winds w…
L'Art
L'Art Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
Tractor
Tractor The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering gale, A spill of molten ice, smoking snow, Pours into it…
Sonnet 28 - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
Sonnet 28 - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! XXVIII My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands whi…
ARM’D year! year of the struggle!
ARM’D year! year of the struggle! No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year! Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas piano;…
Isaura
Isaura Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play? 'What play?' Why, this old play of winning hearts! Nay, now, lift not thine eyes in that feigned way: 'Tis all in vain—I know t…
Houses of Dreams
Houses of Dreams You took my empty dreams And filled them every one With tenderness and nobleness, April and the sun. The old empty dreams Where my thoughts would throng Are far…
The Spring And The Fall
The Spring And The Fall In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, I walked the road beside my dear. The trees were black where the bark was wet. I see them yet, in…
[Greek]
[Greek] Be in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind, and not As transient things are— gaiety of flowers. Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs And of gray wate…
The Untold Want
The Untold Want THE untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font; The firefly wak…
In Front of a Candle
In Front of a Candle I formed the holder of gold, as you told me to mother, gold, out of which She comes, a shade, to me, in the middle of fracturing hours, your being-dead’s d…
To Elsie
To Elsie The pure products of America go crazy-- mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its isolate lakes and valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves old na…
Historion
Historion No man hath dared to write this thing as yet, And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great At times pass athrough us, And we are melted into them, and are not…
I Was Looking A Long While
I Was Looking A Long While I WAS looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for myself, and for these chants--and now I have found it; It is not in those paged…
When I Heard At The Close Of The Day
When I Heard At The Close Of The Day WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that…
To...
To... One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pi…
Salvationists
Salvationists I Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection We shall get ourselves rather disliked. II Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect The very excellent term Rusticus. Let…
From
From My grief no mortals know, Except the yearning! Alone, a prey to woe, All pleasure spurning, Up tow'rds the sky I throw A gaze discerning. He who my love can know Seems…