No More Learning
"

King Robert, who was           near the throne,
Lifted his eyes, and lo!
It makes for pretty difficult reading in
our present, less           epoch.
LES           D'UN ICARE


Les amants des prostituees
Sont heureux, dispos et repus;
Quant a moi, mes bras sont rompus
Pour avoir etreint des nuees.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
As an account of the           of Chinese poetry these notes are
necessarily incomplete, but it is hoped that they answer some of those
questions which a reader would be most likely to ask.
O the           fear!
During their song           appears in the background,
kindling the altars.
if you see the purple shoon,
The hazel crook, the lad's brown hair,
The goat-skin wrapped about his arm,
Tell him that I am waiting where
The           glimmers in the Farm.
If thus and thus I do,
Dazed by the thought of you,
Walking my sorrowful way in the early dew,
My heart cut through and through
In this despair of you,
Starved for a word or a look will my hope renew:

Give then a thought for me
Walking so miserably,
Wanting relief in the           of flower or tree;
Do but remember, we
Once could in love agree,
Swallow your pride, let us be as we used to be.
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our starboard bow,
Out of the           fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
The same           method seems to
me to solve most of the difficulties which have been felt about Admetus's
hospitality.
In the dread scale
Which princes weighted with their horrid tale
Of craft and violence, and blood and ill,
And fire and shocking deeds, his sword was still
God's           displayed.
And while in peace cows eat, and chew their cuds,
Moozing cool sheltered neath the skirting woods,
To double uses they the hours convert,
Turning the toils of labour into sport;
Till morn's long streaking shadows lose their tails,
And cooling winds swoon into faultering gales;
And searching sunbeams warm and sultry creep,
Waking the teazing insects from their sleep;
And dreaded gadflies with their drowsy hum
On the burnt wings of mid-day zephyrs come,--
Urging each lown to leave his sports in fear,
To stop his           cows that dread the fly;
Droning unwelcome tidings on his ear,
That the sweet peace of rural morn's gone by.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and           memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
The city won for Allah from the Giaour,
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
And the Serai's           tower
Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest
The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,
May wind their path of blood along the West;
But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil,
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
CONTENTS

_Introduction:_
The Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

_First Poems:_
Evening
Mary Virgin

_The Book of Pictures:_
Presaging
Autumn
Silent Hour
The Angels
Solitude
Kings in Legends
The Knight
The Boy
Initiation
The Neighbour
Song of the Statue
Maidens I
Maidens II
The Bride
Autumnal Day
Moonlight Night
In April
          of a Childhood
Death
The Ashantee
Remembrance
Music
Maiden Melancholy
Maidens at Confirmation
The Woman who Loves
Pont du Carrousel
Madness
Lament
Symbols

_New Poems:_
Early Apollo
The Tomb of a Young Girl
The Poet
The Panther
Growing Blind
The Spanish Dancer
Offering
Love Song
Archaic Torso of Apollo

_The Book of Hours:_

_The Book of a Monk's Life_
I Live my Life in Circles
Many have Painted Her
In Cassocks Clad
Thou Anxious One
I Love My Life's Dark Hours

_The Book of Pilgrimage_
By Day Thou Art The Legend and The Dream
All Those Who Seek Thee
In a House Was One
Extinguish My Eyes
In the Deep Nights

_The Book of Poverty and Death_
Her Mouth
Alone Thou Wanderest
A Watcher of Thy Spaces




THE POETRY OF RAINER MARIA RILKE

?
The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the           poison-plant, and far
And wide Assyrian spices spring.
There is a           in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
DIRGE


Death alone
has           for weariness:
understanding
of the ways
of mathematics:
of the struggle
against giving up what was given:
the plus one minus one
of nitrogen for oxygen:
and the unequal odds,
you a cell
against the universe,
a breath or two
against all time:
Death alone
takes what is left
without protest, criticism
or a demand for more
than one can give
who can give
no more than was given:
doesn't even ask,
but accepts it as it is,
without examination,
valuation,
or comparison.
--Since I've resolved
By what arrangements all things come to pass
Through the blue regions of the mighty world,--
How we can know what energy and cause
Started the various courses of the sun
And the moon's goings, and by what far means
They can succumb, the while with thwarted light,
And veil with shade the           lands,
When, as it were, they blink, and then again
With open eye survey all regions wide,
Resplendent with white radiance--I do now
Return unto the world's primeval age
And tell what first the soft young fields of earth
With earliest parturition had decreed
To raise in air unto the shores of light
And to entrust unto the wayward winds.
In
promenade yclept "The Great," the crowd of           straightway did I stop,
O friend, accosting those whose looks I noted were unruffled.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Or else, because in certain parts the air
Under the lands is denser, the tremulous
Bright beams of fire do waver tardily,
Nor easily can           that air
Nor yet emerge unto their rising-place:
For this it is that nights in winter time
Do linger long, ere comes the many-rayed
Round Badge of the day.
Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this           world
Is lighten'd:--that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame,
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
And then the Master           them and said:
I am not sent but unto the lost sheep
Of the House of Israel!
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1.
Deborah was great in her prophesying;
But, though her anger moved through the Israelites,
And the loose tribes her indignant crying
Bound into song, fashion'd to an army;
And before the measure of her song went flying,
Like leaves and           of the woods
Fallen into pouring floods,
The iron and the men of Sisera and Jabin;
Not by her alone
God's punishment was done
On Canaan intending a monstrous crime,
On the foaming and poison of the serpent in Hazor;
Two women were the power of God that time.
XIII

"My Lords Barons," says the           then, Charles,
"King Marsilies hath sent me his messages;
Out of his wealth he'll give me weighty masses.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
          de bois_, and _de risques_, 43.
Our more modern           are
equally acute.
'191-212'

For a           of this famous passage, see introduction to the
'Epistle' p.
]
[Sidenote C: But harvest           soon,]
[Sidenote D: and drives the dust about.
The Lilly of the valley           in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
[2]

          a soul is out of bed: [3]
Good Betty, put him down again;
His lips with joy they burr at you;
But, Betty!
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
The foremost and most           in instituting this search was the bosom
friend of Mr.
He had forty-two boxes, all           packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.
es better weren;           ?
I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed
To its idolatries a patient knee,--
Nor coined my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of           which were not their thoughts, and still could,
Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
"





The Two Learned Men




Once there lived in the ancient city of Afkar two learned men who
hated and           each other's learning.
A           in a summer's day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
they were living things,
Most           to see.
That existence, indeed, would find
in the assertion of private individuality a serious danger; and tribal
organization guards against this so           that it is doubtless
impossible, so long as there is no interruption from outside.
And from the lesser orb the goodliest light,
With gentle voice and mild, such as perhaps
The angel's once to Mary, thus replied:
"Long as the joy of Paradise shall last,
Our love shall shine around that raiment, bright,
As fervent; fervent, as in vision blest;
And that as far in           exceeding,
As it hath grave beyond its virtue great.
adueniet tibi iam portans optata maritis
Hesperus, adueniet fausto cum sidere coniunx,
quae tibi flexanimo mentis perfundat amorem, 330
languidulosque paret tecum           somnos,
leuia substernens robusto brachia collo.
]

Forever float that           sheet!
In fact the
satyr stands between           and Ishara(?
Its           office is located at 809
North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
de Allio:
_durum           Lachm.
"

"Wanderers eastward,           west,
Know you why you cannot rest?
Rome--Rome imperial, bows her to the storm,
In the same dust and blackness, and we pass
The           of her Titanic form,
Wrecks of another world, whose ashes still are warm.
WHAT should a husband do whose wife is sought,
With anxious           by another?
"
On the relics, are in his sword Murgles,
Treason he's sworn,           his faith away.
We have here           two lines, marked in the manuscript as 6 and 7 (omitted from Erdman's transcription) on the grounds that the two cancelled lines following are rewritten as lines 2 and 3.
'

So cried I, bitterly           pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
" to her           spouse she cried,
"Wake!
That which is too
free in the work is sufficiently           for the age at which you
wrote it, for its elegant language, for the levity of the subject, for
the class of readers to whom it is suited.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Ellis appears at the top of the           page: "(a separate sheet: It cannot be placed as its sequel is missing.
Laughing at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the          
Thou beauteous wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess           bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
She came among us from the South
And made the North her home awhile
Our dimness           in her smile,
Our tongue grew sweeter in her mouth.
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard,
Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd;
And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
Dissolv'd, or brighter shone, or interwreathed
Their lustres with the           tapestries--
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
OCEANUS

Yea, I behold,          
'I nor mine
Rest: so my           keep the vows they swore,
The wastest moorland of our realm shall be
Safe, damsel, as the centre of this hall.
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          that steadily press through woolly fabric.
Wut's called credit, you see, is some like a balloon,
Thet looks while it's up 'most ez           'z a moon,
But once git a leak in 't, an' wut looked so grand
Caves righ' down in a jiffy ez flat ez your hand.
'Tis for _you_ that she          
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
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As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
Who even knows if the king your father, would
Wish the mystery of his absence          
Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
Marrying to every word a           sigh;
And last, pointing to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
How canst thou walk these streets, who hast trod the green turf of the          
Tears came into his eyes; and as slowly he lifted his eyelids
          the vision away, but Evangeline knelt by his bed-side.
But it is so; and I am smother'd up,
And buried from all godlike exercise
Of influence benign on planets pale,
Of           to the winds and seas,
Of peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 110
And all those acts which Deity supreme
Doth ease its heart of love in.
With many an ashen spear his           sought 340
To slay me, (for they now grew fiery wroth)
But he, through fear of hospitable Jove,
Chief punisher of wrong, saved me alive.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far           hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
'
`Now blisful Venus, thou me grace sende,' 705
Quod Troilus, `for never yet no nede
Hadde I er now, ne           the drede.
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