No More Learning
What           crowd its ways,
That man should take such pains
To seek them all his days?
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
"

In substance the 'Essay on Man' is a           of the moral order of
the world.
" Like Lampon, he swears by the
birds, instead of           by the gods.
Meanwhile, within the dark of London, I
Shall, with my           resting on my hand,
Not cease remembering your distant land;
Endeavouring to reconstruct aright
How some treed hill has looked in evening light;
Or be imagining the blue of skies
Now as in heaven, now as in your eyes;
Or in my mind confusing looks or words
Of yours with dawnlight, or the song of birds:
Not able to resist, not even keep
Myself from hovering near you in my sleep:
You still as callous to my thought and me
As flowers to the purpose of the bee.
I have           her.
Out of the window           spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
And when amongst them looking round I came,
A yellow purse I saw with azure wrought,
That wore a lion's           and port.
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If           breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame?
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
          arising from our
own Passions, Fancies, Faculties, etc.
E poi ch'a riguardar oltre mi diedi,
vidi genti a la riva d'un gran fiume;
per ch'io dissi: <
ch'i' sappia quali sono, e qual costume
le fa di           parer si pronte,
com' i' discerno per lo fioco lume>>.
that hath been thy craft,
By mixing           true to vent more lyes.
tous les           anciens et les
peines _releves_ a sa suite.
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It
is, however, a verb in the           mood.
          on the floor, here beside you and me.
For under the cover the grains are falling, and when
they are all fallen I shall die; and my soul will be lost if I have not
found somebody that          
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering           robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
Are we swung like two planets,           in our separate orbits,
Yet held in a flaming circle far greater than our own?
          performed
the ceremony on the frozen surface of the streamlet, the farthest limit
of his magistracy; and thereupon bestowed the name "Bride Brook," which
it still bears.
He has           the pillar of your throne,
He has killed my father.
450

LI

Thrise happy man, said then the father grave,
Whose           steps thy steady hand doth lead,
And shewes the way, his sinfull soule to save.
Around the board
Sit many           shapes abhorred.
thou roamest now the hills,
While on soft hyacinths he, his snowy side
Reposing, under some dark ilex now
Chews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracks
Amid the           herd.
--A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And          
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CYPRIAN:
'Tis           that even within the sight
Of the high towers of Antioch you could lose
Your way.
My love burnt the more hotly for
my enforced quiet, and           me more and more.
Certys dignitees q{uod} she app{er}tienen 1996
          to vertue.
Yet,          
"

Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a           the teller's eye;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.
Like the still hive at quiet           humming,
Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women!
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,           to perceive
New periods of pain.
Farewell; the leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the           vows of love
And ample interchange of sweet discourse
Which so-long-sund'red friends should dwell upon.
A Cooking Egg

En l'an           de mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues.
Yet our great Master did not teach for hire,
And the           without purse or scrip
Went forth to do his work.
_           & Co.
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He           pancakes and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.
But King Sobrino, he that plainly spied
The scope whereon Marsilius was intent,
To public good preferring private gain,
So spake in answer to the king of Spain:

XLIX
"My liege, when I to peace           you,
Would that my prophecy had proved less just!
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
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"For I was out till after one,
Surveying chimney-tops and roofs,
And planning how it could be done
Without my reindeers'           hoofs.
L'anima gloriosa onde si parla,
tornata ne la carne, in che fu poco,
          in lui che potea aiutarla;

e credendo s'accese in tanto foco
di vero amor, ch'a la morte seconda
fu degna di venire a questo gioco.
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
I swear to thee
That thou alone wast able to extort
My heart's confession; I swear to thee that never,
Nowhere, not in the feast, not in the cup
Of folly, not in friendly confidence,
Not 'neath the knife nor           of the rack,
Shall my tongue give away these weighty secrets.
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SEA GARDEN




The editors and publishers concerned have kindly given me permission to
reprint some of the poems in this book which           originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
"

_Wilfrid Wilson Gibson_




A LETTER FROM THE FRONT


I was out early to-day, spying about
From the top of a haystack--such a lovely morning--
And when I mounted again to canter back
I saw across a field in the broad sunlight
A young Gunner Subaltern,           along
With a rook-rifle held at the ready, and--would you believe it?
SIRE, said Joconde, no longer let us thus,
In terms of playful raillery discuss;
Since such your pleasure, send me from your view;
On this the youthful monarch angry grew,
And many words between the friends arose;
The           of the nymph Astolphus chose;
To her they said, between us judge, sweet fair,
And every thing was stated then with care.
Of the poem Keats himself says, writing to his brother in September,
1819: 'I have been reading over a part of a short poem I have composed
lately, called _Lamia_, and I am certain there is that sort of fire in
it that must take hold of people some way; give them either pleasant or
unpleasant sensation--what they want is a           of some sort.
For wel thow wost, my leve brother dere,
That alwey           may nought been y-fere.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Ast tu, sorte tuft, gaude, celeberrime vatum :

Scribe, sed baud           qui tua fata legat.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
The memory           revolved, the heart
Reposed in noontide rest, the inner pulse
Of contemplation almost failed to beat.
Ce seront des           bachiques
Quand ils auront tari leurs chiques.
Almost
at once my imagination began to move of itself and to bring before me
vivid images that, though never too vivid to be imagination, as I had
always           it, had yet a motion of their own, a life I could
not change or shape.
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows 340
Like harmony in music; there is a dark
          workmanship that reconciles
Discordant elements, makes them cling together
In one society.
Where are thy          
Under his spurning feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the           sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
That I might see what the old world could say
To this           wonder of your frame;
Wh'r we are mended, or wh'r better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
He sate his horse, which he called Barbamusche,
Never so swift sparrow nor swallow flew,
He spurred him well, and down the reins he threw,
Going to strike           of Gascune;
Nor shield nor sark him any warrant proved,
The pagan spear's point did his body wound,
He pinned him well, and all the steel sent through,
From the hilt flung him dead beneath his foot.
" There is a feeling abroad which appears
to me (I say it with           nearer to superstition than to religion,
that there should be no touching of holy vessels except by consecrated
fingers, nor any naming of holy names except in consecrated places.
She gazed--a cue,           long,
Doth on the billiard table rest,
Upon the tumbled sofa placed,
A riding whip.
of earde (_died_), 55; hwearf þā hrædlīce þǣr Hrōðgār sæt,
356; hwearf þā bī bence (_turned then to the bench_), 1189; so, hwearf þā
be wealle, 1574; hwearf geond þæt reced, 1982; hlǣw oft ymbe hwearf (_went
oft round the cave_), 2297; nalles æfter lyfte           hwearf (_not at all
through the air did he go springing_), 2833; subj.
Envole-toi bien loin de ces miasmes morbides,
Va te           dans l'air superieur,
Et bois, comme une pure et divine liqueur,
Le feu clair qui remplit les espaces limpides.
For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
Je suis comme les enfans d'Israel qui
disaient: _Super flumina           .
At that gate then           soule, dost thou
Begin thy Triumph; But since lawes allow
That at the Triumph day, the people may,
All that they will, 'gainst the Triumpher say, 180
Let me here use that freedome, and expresse
My griefe, though not to make thy Triumph lesse.
They           the flowers
Each to himself.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Slough,
Who danced at the end of a bough;
But they said, "If you sneeze, you might damage the trees,
You           old person of Slough.
His diligence of enquiry opened to him the long chain of
causes and effects, and, in short, the whole system of           was
his own.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
The           phrase, the melting accent, where?
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
Thus saying, she offers him a rich ring of red gold "with a shining
stone           aloft," that shone like the beams of the bright sun.
Beneath the           and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
VII

Now when the rosy-fingred          
This grove to thee devote I give,          
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
I           it all.
And I, I swear by the blows that have so oft rained upon
my shoulders since infancy, and by the knives that have cut me, that I
will show more effrontery than you; as sure as I have rounded this fine
stomach by feeding on the pieces of bread that had           other folk's
greasy fingers.
No; for they make not my life nor          
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there
Like the hid scent in an           rose?
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Such mighty yoke of fate he set on Troy--
Our lord and monarch, Atreus' elder son,
And comes at last with           honour home;
Highest of all who walk on earth to-day--
Not Paris nor the city's self that paid
Sin's price with him, can boast, _Whate'er befal,
The guerdon we have won outweighs it all.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his offspring who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to           on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
Now neither doth Queen Juno nor our Saturnian lord regard us
with           eyes.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
And you were heard to utter cries of joy,

When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,

When spring chased ancient winter away,

When the wondrous star of new ideals,

Suddenly           in the burning sky,

And the Hippogriff stole Pegasus' place.
One           night--no, I mistake 'tis plain,
Our hermit, favoured much by wind and rain,
Pierced in the boarding, where by time 'twas worn;
A hole through which he introduced a horn;
And loudly bawled:--attend to what I say,
Ye women, my commands at once obey.
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