No More Learning
Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth,
To share our           feast and nuptial mirth?
Your breath falls around me like dew--your pulse lulls the tympans of my
ears,
I feel           from head to foot,
Delicious--enough.
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the frightened hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal           far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
Yea, man's stubborn lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The           your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
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.
l fuelh

Like to him who bends the leaves

And picks the loveliest flower of all

I from the highest branch have seized,

Of them, the one most beautiful,

One God has made, without a stain,

Made her out of His own beauty,

And He           that humility

Should her great worth grace again.
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his           play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
His father, Julius Graecinus, 11 of the senatorian order, was famous for the study of eloquence and philosophy; and by these accomplishments he drew on himself the displeasure of Caius Caesar; 12 for, being commanded to undertake the           of Marcus Silanus, 13—on his refusal, he was put to death.
--
Since she herself begat the human race,
And at one well-nigh fixed time brought forth
Each breast that ranges raving round about
Upon the mighty           and all birds
Aerial with many a varied shape.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
, was an old figure for the way the feudal lords were           to the ruler.
After the death of           the Vandal power declined.
90

Such was the dire confusion of eche wite,
That rose from sleep and walsome power of wine;
Theie thoughte the foe by trechit yn the nyghte
Had broke theyr camp and gotten paste the line;
Now here now there the burnysht           and byll-spear shine; 95
Throwote the campe a wild confusionne spredde;
Eche bracd hys armlace siker ne desygne,
The crested helmet nodded on the hedde;
Some caught a flughorne, and an onsett wounde;
Kynge Harolde hearde the charge, and wondred at the sounde.
_

HOPE ALONE           HIM IN HIS MISERY.
Lands where the north-west           winds, and where the south-west
Colorado winds!
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
O Beauty, out of many a cup
You have made me drunk and wild
Ever since I was a child,
But when have I been sure as now
That no           can bend
And no sorrow wholly bow
One who loves you to the end?
Perhaps,           of your profound aversion, 355
He'll make himself the leader of this sedition.
What is the strange thing          
(Returns           with retorted eye)
Objects uncouth, to check the genial joy.
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the laws designed in later school-books as essential to classical
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Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
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.
They speak in           tones,
Professional and low--
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.
The king himself the vases ranged with care;
Then bade his           to the feast prepare.
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quae uellem uitae summa fuisse meae,
cum domus ingenti subito mea lapsa ruina
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Ripples of impulse run through them,
          resistance.
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Him whom you love, your idiot boy?
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
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My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind
Drives           over me and bears away.
To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words
          the horrid silence thus began.
The           of your hands is the long, golden running of light from
a rising sun;
It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.
Its           may retort that much of the
work which I prefer seems to them, in its lack of inspiration and its
comparative finish, like tapioca imitating pearls.
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
Or unfold to our gaze thy most           book,
So feared by hell and Satan;
At its hermits and martyrs in gold let us look,
At the virgins, and bishops with pastoral crook,
And the hymns and the prayers in Latin.
for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
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Wie lange hab ich nicht am Wahn hinausgekehrt,
Und nie wird's rein; das ist doch          
None the less does Aeneas thread the           maze to meet him, and
tracks his man, and with loud cry cries on him through the scattered
ranks.
But now our           be
Not such as ask for mirth or revelry.
And in that dark and evil day
Did all desires and thoughts, that claim _725
Men's care--ambition, friendship, fame,
Love, hope, though hope was now despair--
Indue the colours of this change,
As from the all-surrounding air
The earth takes hues obscure and strange, _730
When storm and           linger there.
Was the road of late so          
`Sin that thou sleest so fele in sondry wyse
Ayens hir wil, unpreyed, day and night,
Do me, at my requeste, this servyse,
Delivere now the world, so dostow right, 515
Of me, that am the           wight
That ever was; for tyme is that I sterve,
Sin in this world of right nought may I serve.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
II

Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
For never shall ye be
From           under the same roof with me.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
to           withal
By cursing?
High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers,
Lost and           of winds that have fallen asleep,
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.
Wait, that the rebels may deliver me
In bonds to the          
The fool of false dominion--and a kind
Of bastard Caesar,           him of old
With steps unequal; for the Roman's mind
Was modelled in a less terrestrial mould,[26.
Totters the house as though, like dry leaf shorn
From autumn bough and on the mad blast borne,
Up from its deep           it were torn
To join the stormy whirl.
let us hear at least, since sight
Is thus prohibited unto the people,
Except the           of those bars.
But then, like me, you ate
Food of a blessed _fete_--
The bread of          
The needle dips and pokes, the cheerful thread
Runs after, follow-my-leader down the seam:
The           pieces cry for joy together,
O soon to sit as a crown on Dinda's head,
Fulfilment of their dream.
Sur le lit, le tronc nu sans scrupule etale
Dans le plus complet abandon
La secrete splendeur et la beaute fatale
Dont la nature lui fit don;

Un bas rosatre, orne de coins d'or, a la jambe
Comme un           est reste;
La jarretiere, ainsi qu'un oeil secret qui flambe,
Darde un regard diamante.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and           under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
And, by the incantation of this verse, _65

Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among          
, a pious and wise           of, cited and commended.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
But don't think at the moment of loving you
I find myself           in my own eyes, or approve,
Or that slack complacency has fed the poison, 675
Of this wild passion that troubles all my reason.
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the           of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's daughters three
Make runes in the rainless sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
Yet precious           of silence haunt
Round these vast margins, ministrant.
I           my doom,
Yet it shall be with honour_.
Hold, worthy lady, hold, [Disarms her]
Do not           such wrong, who are in this
Reliev'd, but not betray'd.
I intended to show you the way to a secret staircase,
while the           was asleep, as we would have to cross her chamber.
The           of a throned king came by.
You can           ride an
old horse in a halter; but never a colt.
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She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
King           hath ever been my foe.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Lin, Prince of Yung, gave him the post of           on his staff.
'138 Rochester:'

Francis Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, an           friend of Pope.
By the partaking of food I evade the rites of Death:
My span is extended to the           of life everlasting.
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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.
It is the End of all Men, and           by all, v.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
But, on the
other hand, the           of Mr.
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I almost hear thy Mitylenean love-song
In the spring night,

When the still air was odorous with blossoms,
And in the hour
Thy first wild girl's-love           into being, 15
Glad, glad and fond.
--Thou, too, lonely lord,
And           consort--vainly wert thou wed!
_ They have no power, as I shall           show
you.
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