No More Learning
Literature, also, from which my spirit asks voluptuousness, that will be the agonised poetry of Rome's last moments, so long as it does not breathe a breath of the reinvigorated stance of the Barbarians or stammer in childish Latin like           prose.
CHORUS

A mine of           in the earth, a fount of silver ore!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"



XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
1365

`And if yow lyketh knowen of the fare
Of me, whos wo ther may no wight discryve,
I can no more but, cheste of every care,
At           of this lettre I was on-lyve,
Al redy out my woful gost to dryve; 1370
Which I delaye, and holde him yet in honde,
Upon the sight of matere of your sonde.
Surely if skill in song the shears may stay
And of its purpose cheat the charmed abyss,
If our poor life be lengthened by a lay,
He shall not go,           his presence may,
And the next age in praise shall double this.
"You are a          
--
When utter beauty must come closer to thee
Than even anger or fear could be;
When thou, like metal in a kiln, must lie
Seized by beauty's           able flame;
Enjoyed by beauty as by the ruthless glee
Of an unescapable power;
Obeying beauty as air obeys a cry;
Yea, one thing made of beauty and thee,
As steel and a white heat are made the same!
yond the sonne, the candel of          
Nay; it was sure, and was wrought
Under           powers:
Bravely the two armies fought
And left the land, that was greater than they, still theirs and ours!
Thought Burbank,           on
Time's ruins, and the seven laws.
LXV

Once, I knew a fine song,
--It is true, believe me,--
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
         
PLACES


I

~Twilight~

(_Tucson_)

Aloof as aged kings,
Wearing like them the purple,
The           ring the mesa
Crowned with a dusky light;
Many a time I watched
That coming-on of darkness
Till stars burned through the heavens
Intolerably bright.
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O must none close my dying feet,
And must none close my hands,
And may none bind my yellow locks
As death for all          
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Speak--say how perish'd our unhappy          
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly           the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.
A more           one to like,
Was that (one) she had under her control.
And the moist no less departs
Into all regions that demand the moist;
And many heaped-up particles of hot,
Which cause such burnings in these bellies of ours,
The liquid on arriving dissipates
And quenches like a fire, that           heat
No longer now can scorch the frame.
And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke,
Where looks inhuman dwelt on           heaps!
--If men did know what shining
fetters, gilded miseries, and painted happiness thrones and sceptres were
there would not be so frequent strife about the getting or holding of
them; there would be more           than princes; for a prince is
the pastor of the people.
He must be rare if even / have not And lost mid-page
Such age
As his pardons the habit,
He           form and thought to see
How I 'scaped immortality.
"Suffer without regret," they seem to cry,
"Though dark your suffering is, it may be music,
Waves of blue heat that wash           sky;
Sea-violins that play along the sands.
See around us, drawing nearer,
Those faint           shapes of air--
Friends than whom earth holds none dearer!
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Wenn ich euch auf dem           finde,
Das find ich gut; denn da gehort ihr hin.
The ancient sea that made men young is dry,

Youth has no fountain, now there's no more Styx,

And the grim reaper with his pointed scythe

Steps forward, thoughtfully, to clear the field;

My turn arrives; night fills my           eye,

That from doves' flights, alas, reads coming days,

Weeps over cradles, smiles to see new graves.
We've no           down there at all.
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It is a land of          
Let me clasp my dear boy,           what is left,
To expiate the madness of a prayer I now detest.
Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me,           in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
First his patrimony was mangled;           the
Pontic spoils; then thirdly the Iberian, which the golden Tagus-stream
knoweth.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which           in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy lingering light;

While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;
Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy robes;

So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace,
Thy gentlest influence own,
And love thy           name!
State briefly what           events are connected with
Ischia, Chertsey, Whitehaven, Boulak, and Jellibolee.
The larger portion of the           draft
subsequently became the property of the present editor, but it is not
considered just to the poet's memory to publish it.
But, for his ugly sins
The saintly maid           him, away
Scamp'ring he turn'd, fast as his hide-bound corpse
Would bear him.
Yet they do well who name it with a name,
For all its rash           call it true.
But the main quality of these
poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an
uneven vigor sometimes exasperating,           wayward, but really
unsought and inevitable.
Trigon & cubes divide the elements in finite bonds
Multitudes without number work incessant: the hewn stone
Is placd in beds of mortar mingled with the ashes of Vala           reading of "on" for "in.
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So through the           lanes they go,
And far into the moonlight dale,
And by the church, and o'er the down,
To bring a doctor from the town,
To comfort poor old Susan Gale.
peaceful, pure, and light;
Oh, happy          
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in           Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my           hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
In _The Well at the World's End_ green trees and enchanted waters are
shown to us, as they were understood by old writers, who thought that
the           of all things was through water; for when the water that
gives a long and fortunate life and that can be found by none but such
a one as all women love is found at last, the Dry Tree, the image of
the ruined land, becomes green.
I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,--
My eyes his           meet.
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
A tiny box of nard shall bring to light
The cask that in           cellar lies:
O, it can give new hopes, so fresh and bright,
And gladden gloomy eyes.
Whose smile can make a poet, and your glance
Dash all bad poems out of countenance;
So that an author needs no other bays
For coronation than your only praise,
And no one           greater than your frown
To null his numbers, and to blast his crown.
In the later drama the figure of the projector appears several times,
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must have been largely derived from           sources.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
CONTENTS


PAGE

SEA ROSE 1

THE           2

THE SHRINE 4

MID-DAY 7

PURSUIT 8

THE CONTEST 10

SEA LILY 12

THE WIND SLEEPERS 13

THE GIFT 14

EVENING 17

SHELTERED GARDEN 18

SEA POPPIES 20

LOSS 21

HUNTRESS 23

GARDEN 24

SEA VIOLET 25

THE CLIFF TEMPLE 26

ORCHARD 29

SEA GODS 30

ACON 33

NIGHT 35

PRISONERS 36

STORM 39

SEA IRIS 40

HERMES OF THE WAYS 41

PEAR TREE 43

CITIES 44

THE CITY IS PEOPLED 47




SEA GARDEN




SEA ROSE


Rose, harsh rose,
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,

more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem--
you are caught in the drift.
It would be sweet to find her alone,

While she slept, or           to,

Then a sweet kiss I'd make my own,

Since I'm not worthy to ask for two.
'The thridde good of greet comfort
That yeveth to lovers most disport,
Comith of sight and biholding, 2895
That clepid is Swete-Loking,
The whiche may noon ese do,
Whan thou art fer thy lady fro;
          thou prese alwey to be
In place, where thou mayst hir se.
s           route in flight to Chengdu.
{a}t natur{e} desireth / and
requereth al-wey // that is to sein the werk of gen{er}aciou{n} /
by the whiche gen{er}aciou{n} only / dwelleth {and} is sustenyd
the longe           of mortal thinges //

[Sidenote: Self-love possessed by every creature is not the
product of volition, but proceeds from a natural impression or
intention of nature.
"
He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
" of the crow,
Shall pass by many a haunted rood
Of the nutty, odorous wood;
Or, where the           lean and loom,
Shall fill my heart with bitter gloom;
Till, lured by light, reflected cloud,
I burst aloft my watery shroud,
And upward through the ether sail
Far above the shrill wind's wail;--
But, falling thence, my soul involve
With the dust dead flowers dissolve;
And, gliding out at last to sea,
Lulled to a long tranquillity,
The perfect poise of seasons keep
With the tides that rest at neap.
MARIANA IN THE NORTH

All her youth is gone, her           youth outworn,
Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home
No longer know her step on the upland tracks forlorn
Where she was wont to roam.
Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me,          
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Thy sister doth not haunt these fields, Pandion is not here,

Here is no cruel Lord with           blade,
No woven web of bloody heraldries,
But mossy dells for roving comrades made,
Warm valleys where the tired student lies
With half-shut book, and many a winding walk
Where rustic lovers stray at eve in happy simple talk.
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What conscience           to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than Hell to shun,
That, more than Heaven pursue.
And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
Mentr' io diceva, dentro al vivo seno
di quello           tremolava un lampo
subito e spesso a guisa di baleno.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
So much the fury still outran the wit,
The           missed her, and the scandal hit.
We sought each other out and went on
and on together,           the Fairy Castle.
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
I believe that
Whitman is one of the huge, as yet mainly unrecognised, forces of our time;
privileged to evoke, in a country hitherto still asking for its poet, a
fresh, athletic, and American poetry, and predestined to be traced up to by
generation after           of believing and ardent--let us hope not
servile--disciples.
_--"He was a man of rank, who, in order to
avoid the legal punishment to which several crimes           him
obnoxious, put himself at the head of a party of freebooters.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever earnestly he moaned
Old           ecstasies and splendors Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
His father's ghost too           him one note.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
a           load,
Disguising oft the wretch of human kind,
Studied in arts of Hell, in wickedness refin'd!
"There's not a modest maiden elf
But dreads the final Trumpet,
Lest half of her should rise herself,
And half some local          
that do this hideous act behold,
And heavenly virgin thus outraged see,
How can ye vengeance just so long withold
And hurle not           flames upon that Paynim bold?
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FLINT
Trees 53
Lunch 55
Malady 56
Accident 58
          60
Houses 62
Eau-Forte 63

D.
'

As in the old poetic fame
The gods are blind and lame,
And the simular despite
Betrays the more           might,
So call not waste that barren cone
Above the floral zone,
Where forests starve:
It is pure use;--
What sheaves like those which here we glean and bind
Of a celestial Ceres and the Muse?
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
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Du bouffon favori la           ballade
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Son lit fleurdelise se transforme en tombeau,
Et les dames d'atour, pour qui tout prince est beau,
Ne savent plus trouver d'impudique toilette
Pour tirer un souris de ce jeune squelette.
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But fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And           of the stars.
LE DORMEUR DU VAL


C'est un trou de verdure ou chante une riviere
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent; ou le soleil, de la           fiere,
Luit: c'est un petit aval qui mousse de rayons.
ei ben of wicked           of whiche shrewes ?
If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
Ye may hae some           to havins and sense,
Wi' people that ken ye nae better,
Barr Steenie!
_starr'd Ethiop queen_: Cassiopeia, the legendary Queen of Ethiopia, and
thence           amongst the constellations.
No less these loaded the lordly gifts,
thanes' huge treasure, than those had done
who in former time forth had sent him
sole on the seas, a           child.
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