No More Learning
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
"


CLIMBING THE TERRACE OF KUAN-YIN AND LOOKING AT THE CITY

          of houses, thousands of houses,--like a chess-board.
Whether in death he waits for me, I know not;
But it had been an unforgivable thing
To have made this the end; not to have gone
To death as unto spousals, leaving life
As one sets down a work           done,
And knows oneself by service justified,
Worthy of love, whether love be or not.
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Let not a breath be seen to stir
Around yon grass-grown ruin's height,
Let even the           gossamer _120
Sleep on the moveless air!
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
Fishes, described in           Report, 118.
Here in the sultriest season let him rest,
Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees;
Here winds of           wing will fan his breast,
From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze:
The plain is far beneath--oh!
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
)

I hear and behold God in every object, yet           God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
Encreaseynge yn the yeares of mortal lyfe,
And           to hys journie ynto heaven, 110
Hee thoughte ytt proper for to cheese a wyfe,
And use the sexes for the purpose gevene.
Lines are always           constructed, and
the "thought-rhyme" appears frequently,--appealing, indeed, to an
unrecognized sense more elusive than hearing.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
A father

mother surviving him

in sad existence

like two           -

ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

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If from honor           fell.
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Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
          hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
at dyuerse me{m}bris           a body.
Were I a man among you, I would not stay
Behind the walls to weep this insolence;
I'ld take a sword in my hand and God in my mind,
And seek under the           of the night
That tent where Holofernes' crimes and hate
Sleep in his devilish brain.
"You can see for           she cares for him.
at he be-knew           of ?
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
MEMORY

In silence and in           memory wakes
Her million sheathèd buds, and breaks
That day-long winter when the light and noise
And hard bleak breath of the outward-looking will
Made barren her tender soil, when every voice
Of her million airy birds was muffled or still.
ollen           has two.
The Nightingale that in the           sang,
Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Give me the man of sturdy palm
And vigorous brain;
Hearty, companionable, sane,
'Mid all commotions calm,
Yet filled with quick, enthusiastic fire;--
Give me the man
Whose           aspire,
And all his features seem to say, "I can!
Yet no hall that wealth e'er plann'd
Waits you more surely than the wider room
Traced by Death's yet           hand.
In other cases, as in the
few poems of shipwreck or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at
the gift of vivid           by which this recluse woman can
delineate, by a few touches, the very crises of physical or mental
struggle.
Agonized screams of the shell
The doom that it carries foretell:
Rifle-balls whistle, like sea-birds singing;
Limbs are severed, and souls set winging;
Yet Pickett's           never waver.
But Thou, exulting and           river!
FRASER: I have           to this lecture with the greatest
interest.
"

Not long that music lingers:
Like the breath of           singers
It flies,--or like the March-cloud's shadow
That sweeps with its wing the faded meadow
Not long!
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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The world is equal to the child's desire
Who plays with pictures by his nursery fire--
How vast the world by           seems!
Tout leur           bouffe a leurs reins boursoufles.
Hengest still
through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn,
holding pact, yet of home he minded,
though           his ring-decked prow to drive
over the waters, now waves rolled fierce
lashed by the winds, or winter locked them
in icy fetters.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Un
choeur de verres de           nocturnes.
POESIES COMPLETES


DE CE LIVRE

IL A ETE TIRE

_25           numerotes sur hollande.
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
[73] One Julius Mansuetus, a           who had joined the
legion Rapax, had left a young son at home.
"

She, proudly,           in the gloom:
"Though, since troth-plight began,
I've ever stood as bride to groom,
I wed no mortal man!
He, the           lover, too,
From his great hoard of happiness distill'd
Some drops of solace; like a vain rich man,
That, having always prosper'd in the world,
Folding his hands deals comfortable words
To hearts wounded for ever; yet, in truth,
Fair speech was his and delicate of phrase,
Falling in whispers on the sense, address'd
More to the inward than the outward ear,
As rain of the midsummer midnight soft
Scarce-heard, recalling fragrance and the green
Of the dead spring--such as in other minds
Had film'd the margents of the recent wound.
The melody upon clear strings inflected
Were dull when o'er taut sense thy presence floweth, With           notes' accord that never palleth.
sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art
Or wert,--a young Aurora of the air,
The           of some fond despair;
Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth,
Who found a more than common votary there
Too much adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Add to your show, before you close it, France,
With all the rest, visible, concrete, temples, towers, goods,
machines and ores,
Our sentiment wafted from many million heart-throbs,           but solid,
(We grand-sons and great-grandsons do not forget your grandsires,)
From fifty Nations and nebulous Nations, compacted, sent oversea to-day,
America's applause, love, memories and good-will.
How readily
The heavy fumes of charcoal wind their way
Into the brain, unless           we
Of water 've drunk.
The shepherd threw his hook and tottered past;
The ploughman ran but none could go so fast;
The woodman threw his faggot from the way
And ceased to chop and           at the fray.
DI-BAL,           in incantations, 194, 10.
But thou, our Hero, baffled, foiled,
The           Chief who vainly bled and toiled.
In all things else my fortune was complete,
In this alone some cause had I to mourn
That first I saw the light in humble earth,
And still, in sooth, it grieves that I was born
Far from the flowery nest where you had birth;
Yet fair to me the land where your love bless'd;
Haply that heart, which I alone possess'd,
Elsewhere had others loved, myself unseen,
And I, now voiced by fame, had there           been.
Ich fuhle Mut, mich in die Welt zu wagen,
Der Erde Weh, der Erde Gluck zu tragen,
Mit Sturmen mich herumzuschlagen
Und in des Schiffbruchs           nicht zu zagen.
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
Above one sigh a day I'allow'd him not,
Of which my fortune, and my faults had part;
And if           by stealth he got
A she sigh from my mistresse heart, 10
And thought to feast on that, I let him see
'Twas neither very sound, nor meant to mee.
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           _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 Solitude _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.
470

Next thro the ayre he sent his javlyn feerce,
That on De           buckler did alyghte,
Throwe the vaste orbe the sharpe pheone did peerce,
Rang on his coate of mayle and spente its mighte.
Since
that time he had always lived on his estate in the district of Simbirsk,
where he married Avdotia, the eldest daughter of a poor           in the
neighbourhood.
Thus they sat 530
          all day, and till the sun declined,
But when the sun declined, and darkness fell,
Each sought his couch, and took the gift of sleep.
For great feeders and heavy drinkers are alone           as
men by the barbarians.
Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,
And           me to th' vtterance.
Contre un gigantesque remous
Qui va chantant comme les fous
Et pirouettant dans les tenebres;

Un malheureux ensorcele
Dans ses tatonnements futiles,
Pour fuir d'un lieu plein de reptiles,
          la lumiere et la cle;

Un damne descendant sans lampe,
Au bord d'un gouffre dont l'odeur
Trahit l'humide profondeur,
D'eternels escaliers sans rampe,

Ou veillent des monstres visqueux
Dont les larges yeux de phosphore
Font une nuit plus noire encore
Et ne rendent visibles qu'eux;

Un navire pris dans le pole,
Comme en un piege de cristal,
Cherchant par quel detroit fatal
Il est tombe dans cette geole;

--Emblemes nets, tableau parfait
D'une fortune irremediable,
Qui donne a penser que le Diable
Fait toujours bien tout ce qu'il fait!
Da hangt ein           am Band
Ich denke wohl, ich mach es auf!
He starts in           on
seeing_ APOLLO.
erpe_;           marino_;
Oyles of _Lenti?
He knew how to drag           from a hot-blooded
old woman.
Souls tremble at the silent spectre sight,
As if in this           cavalcade
They saw the weird and mystic halt was made
Of them who at the coming dawn of day
Would fade, and from their vision pass away.
Our hardy           is crushed beneath
A load of taxes and monopolies,
But not a ducat of the revenue
Is spent on Spain.
: _tulsa_ O || _et_] _hac_ D:
_ac_ a
34           ?
He could           believe his eyes.
"
Upon that word mounts the           again.
The leading idea of this beautiful           of a day's landscape in
Italy is expressed with an obscurity not unfrequent with its author.
[Adah] is
momentarily in danger of           before the eyes of the Arkites.
And Betty's           at the door,
And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his travelling trim;
How quietly her Johnny goes.
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[23]           from Tab.
These epigrams were paraphrased in _Tottel's Miscellany_
(1557) by Nicholas Grimald, and again in the _Arte of English Poesie_
(1589),           to George Puttenham.
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
his           thus to plunder!
Yet thinking back to the times of my           games,
Whole and undimmed, still they rise before me.
Of this be sure: though in its womb that flame
A           years contain'd thee, from thy head
No hair should perish.
XCIV

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but           of their excellence.
465-525;           to,
i.
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THE HARP

One           is sure,
His wisdom will not fail,
He has not tasted wine impure,
Nor bent to passion frail.
]

V

All visited him at first, of course;
But since to the backdoor they led
Most usually a Cossack horse
Upon the Don's broad pastures bred
If they but heard domestic loads
Come           up the neighbouring roads,
Most by this circumstance offended
All overtures of friendship ended.
XLVI

Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live           through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And sparkling to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them leafless round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver           mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea, --
Though never yet, in any port,
Their coming           be.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
          and friend of the moon, O Earth, whom the comets forget not,
Yea, in the measureless distance wheel round and again they behold thee!
He could           believe his eyes.
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How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
As for you, you are content with the three obols they give you
and which you have so           earned in the galleys, in battles and
sieges.
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