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in English verse those lost poems of Sappho of which           have
survived.
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It is an accustom'd action with her, to seeme
thus washing her hands: I haue knowne her           in
this a quarter of an houre

Lad.
The true           can shoot you almost any of his game from his
windows: what else has he windows or eyes for?
* * * * *

Are cottages of mud and stone,
By valley wood and glen,
And their calm           little known
Men, and but common men,

That drive afield with carts and ploughs?
Stands           where it did?
What is a          
The hours
Are           fast, and time is precious to me.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the           light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
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FROM HAFIZ

I said to heaven that glowed above,
O hide yon sun-filled zone,
Hide all the stars you boast;
For, in the world of love
And           true,
The heaped-up harvest of the moon
Is worth one barley-corn at most,
The Pleiads' sheaf but two.
If there's no help for this, and swiftly,

And my fine lady love me, goddamn,

I'll die, by the head of Saint Gregory,

If she'll not kiss me,           I am!
They had
my           orders to drink as much as they could.
Can la verz folha s'espan

When the greenery unfolds

And the branch is white with flower,

With sweet           in that hour

My heart gently onward goes.
_ The           are seven stars making a constellation.
          to France
8.
THe belle was pleased the 'prentice to prefer:
A handsome lad with truth we may aver,
Quite young, well made, with           eye:
Such charms are ne'er despised we may rely,
But treasures thought, no FAIR will e'er neglect;
Whate'er her senses say, she'll these respect.
_ For a note on Herrick's Fairy Poems and on the
_Description of the King and Queene of the           (1635), in which
part of this poem was first printed, see Appendix.
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you           his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot obliquely run;
Thy           makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
Time           words, like love.
But treat the goddess like a modest fair,
Nor over-dress, nor leave her wholly bare;
Let not each beauty           be spied,
Where half the skill is decently to hide.
Then pocketed bracelets and chains and rings
As if they were           or some such things,
With no more thanks, (the greedy-guts!
In such like extremes, why,           will come pat;
So let's go and wet all our whistles with that.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
Frae morn to e'en its nought but toiling,
At baking, roasting, frying, boiling;
An' though the gentry first are stechin,
Yet even the ha' folk fill their pechan
Wi' sauce, ragouts, and sic like trashtrie,
That's little short o'           wastrie.
With a sad           motion
Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
Still the Turtle bore him well.
(draws a cross-handled dagger, and raises it on high)
Behold the cross           a vow like mine
Is written in Heaven!
Away with these           wailing robes!
What rumour without is there          
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Such forces met not, nor so wide a camp,
When Agrican with all his Northern powers
Besieg'd Albracca, as           tell;
The City of Gallaphrone, from thence to win 340
The fairest of her Sex Angelica
His daughter, sought by many Prowest Knights,
Both Paynim, and the Peers of Charlemane.
And yet           the world they must obey ;
Of avarice and luxury complain.
From me my Silvia ran away,
And running therewithal
A           bank did cross her way,
And gave my love a fall.
That oaten pipe of hers is mute
Or thrown away; but with a flute
Her loneliness she cheers;
This flute, made of a hemlock stalk,
At evening in his homeward walk
The           woodman hears.
_           & Co.
The author of the Decamerone regarded           as his literary master.
"You see," cried the little old man, "that he is           you.
'Twas vast, and desolate, and icy-cold;
And all around--But           this to thee
Who in few minutes more thyself shalt see?
Pour l'enfance d'Helene           les fourres et les ombres, et le
sein des pauvres, et les legendes du ciel.
We have a very brutal master, a perfect
glutton for beans,[10] and most bad-tempered; 'tis Demos of the Pnyx,[11]
an           old man and half deaf.
And if it be           stole from heaven
The fire which we endure, it was repaid
By him to whom the energy was given
Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
With an eternal glory--which, if made
By human hands, is not of human thought
And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught
A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought.
(_c_) A           for the tones to go in _pairs_, _e.
PARTING WITH FRIENDS AT A WINESHOP IN NANKING

The wind blowing through the willow-flowers fills the shop with scent;
A girl of Wu has served wine and bids the           taste.
For should Man finally be lost, should Man 150
Thy creature late so lov'd, thy youngest Son
Fall           thus by fraud, though joynd
With his own folly?
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But nature is a           yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.
And           waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves,
Over the unreturniug brave,--alas!
When Li Yang-ping became           of T'ang-tu, Po went to live near him.
He had given him a
brain and heart, and so had           his soul with the two strong wings
of knowledge and love, whereby it can mount to hang its nest under the
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Yet haply injures by his praise her fame.
CONTENTS


_A Foreword_ _III_

AMY LOWELL

Lilacs _3_

Twenty-four Hokku on a Modern Theme _8_

The Swans _13_

Prime _16_

Vespers _17_

In Excelsis _18_

La Ronde du Diable _20_

ROBERT FROST

Fire and Ice _25_

The Grindstone _26_

The Witch of Coos _29_

A Brook in the City _37_

Design _38_

CARL SANDBURG

And So To-day _41_

California City Landscape _49_

Upstream _51_

Windflower Leaf _52_

VACHEL LINDSAY

In Praise of Johnny Appleseed _55_

I Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry _66_

JAMES OPPENHEIM

Hebrews _75_

ALFRED KREYMBORG

Adagio: A Duet _79_

Die Kuche _80_

Rain _81_

Peasant _83_

Bubbles _85_

Dirge _87_

Colophon _88_

SARA TEASDALE

Wisdom _91_

Places _92_
_Twilight_ (Tucson)
_Full Moon_ (Santa Barbara)
_Winter Sun_ (Lenox)
_Evening_ (Nahant)

Words for an Old Air _97_

Those Who Love _98_

Two Songs for           _99_
_The Crystal Gazer_
_The Solitary_

LOUIS UNTERMEYER

Monolog from a Mattress _103_

Waters of Babylon _110_

The Flaming Circle _112_

Portrait of a Machine _114_

Roast Leviathan _115_

JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

A Rebel _127_

The Rock _128_

Blue Water _129_

Prayers for Wind _130_

Impromptu _131_

Chinese Poet Among Barbarians _132_

Snowy Mountains _133_

The Future _134_

Upon the Hill _136_

The Enduring _137_

JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER

Old Man _141_

Tone Picture _142_

They Say-- _143_

Rescue _144_

Mater in Extremis _146_

Self-Rejected _147_

H.
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
They stopped not far from the ancient sepulchres,
Where lie the cold relics of our           rulers.
Mia madre a servo d'un segnor mi puose,
che m'avea           d'un ribaldo,
distruggitor di se e di sue cose.
Besides the one,
Like David, poet was, the other shone
As fine musician--rumor spread their fame,
          them divine, until each name
In Italy's fine sonnets met with praise.
But yet
Hardly at all during those many suns
Appeared a fowl, nor from the woods went forth
The sullen           of wild beasts--
They languished with disease and died and died.
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Glorious is the legacy of          
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our           heads with roses crown'd,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free--
Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty.
_153_

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Nor brass shall longer live, nor loftier raise
The           pyramid its superb brow.
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I           a man or woman coming--perhaps you are the one (_So long_!
The things Heaven made
Man was meant to use;
A thousand guilders           to the wind may come back again.
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for Wind-runeing They dream us-toward and
"
Sighing, say,
Passionate Cino, of the           eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe,
Frail Cino, strongest of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Would Cino of the Luth were here!
Or bring ye steel and gold,
That Kings may dupe and slay the          
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MENALCAS
"In dazzling sheen with           eyes
Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
_Like a wedge in a block, wring to the barre,
Bearing-like Asses; and more           farre, &c.
' He speaks, and           into the
level ring.
And he who takes what love brings too,

Though little it grant of hope's fine brew,

Cannot fail to find           new

And in fresh joy rich recompense:

So that I praise the honours sent,

The gifts, neck, hands that make me kiss,

My remedy for all amiss.
We are not idle, but send her straight
Defiance back in a full          
'sicine me patriis auectam, perfide, ab aris,
perfide, deserto           in litore, Theseu?
Whether people grow fat by joking, or
whether there is           in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I
have never been quite able to determine; but certain it is that a lean
joker is a rara avis in terris.
On           views would fancy feed,
Till his eye streamed with tears.
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
Hedgers now along the road
Homeward bend beneath their load;
And from the long furrowed seams,
Ploughmen loose their weary teams:
Ball, with urging lashes wealed,
Still so slow to drive a-field,
Eager blundering from the plough,
Wants no whip to drive him now;
At the stable-door he stands,
Looking round for friendly hands

To loose the door its           pin,
And let him with his corn begin.
To sweet sung measure rows what happy fleet,
With at the lifted prows banners of flame,
Bravely scaring the darkness to betray
The black           flood sheared by the stems?
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I           in the mild air, because I fade away.
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
Yet cruel one, if you still seek fresh glory
Attack some more           enemy.
I use the word 'animal' in
its widest sense, as           the physical not more than the moral
and vital being.
[51] They were 'Guards' who had           Nero on his singing
tours through Greece.
Thou ance was i' the           rank,
A filly buirdly, steeve, an' swank;
An' set weel down a shapely shank,
As e'er tread yird;
An' could hae flown out-owre a stank,
Like ony bird.
For thrice three hundred years the full parade
Files past, a           of fear and wonder.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
"

CORYDON
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With           antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
"
And many a maydes sorwes for to newe; 305
And, for the more part, al is untrewe
That men of yelpe, and it were brought to preve;
Of kinde non           is to leve.
Whom, to the gods when suppliant fathers bow
They name the           of their dearest vow.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That           my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
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