Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
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The park is filled with night and fog,
The drowsy lights along the pathsAre dim and pearled.Gold and gleaming the empty streets,gold and gleaming the misty lake,The mirrored lights like sunken swords,Glimmer and shake.Oh, is it not enought to beHere with this beauty over me?My throat should ache with praise, and IShould kneel in joy beneath the sky.O, Beauty are you not enough?Why…
They came to tell your faults to me,
I laughed aloud when they were done,I knew them all so well before, –Oh, they were blind, too blind to seeYour faults had made me love you more.
PEOPLE that I meet and pass
Faces that I lose so soonAnd have never found before,Do you know how much you tellIn the meeting of our eyes,How ashamed I am, and sadTo have pierced your poor disguise?Secrets rushing without soundCrying from your hiding places—Let me go, I cannot bearThe sorrow of the passing faces.—People in the restless street,Can it be, oh…
If I should see your eyes again,
Back to a morning in the parkWith sapphire shadows on the snow.Or back to oak trees in the springWhen you unloosed my hair and kissedThe head that lay against your kneesIn the leaf shadow’s amethyst.And still another shining placeWe would remember — how the dunWild mountain held us on its crestOne diamond morning white with…
Impassioned singer of the happy time.
And dew still glistened on the tangled thorn,And lingered on the branches of the lime —Oh peerless singer of the golden rhyme,Happy wert thou to live ere doubt was born —Before the joy of life was half out-worn,And nymphs and satyrs vanished from your clime.Then maidens bearing parsley in their handsWound thro’ the groves to…
I went back to the clanging city,
But my heart was full of my new love’s glory,My eyes were laughing and unafraid.I met one who had loved me madlyAnd told his love for all to hear —But we talked of a thousand things together,The past was buried too deep to fear.I met the other, whose love was givenWith never a kiss and…
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
Submitted by Venus
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We are apart; the city grows quiet between us,
The tangle of traffic is ended, the cars are empty,Five streets divide us, and on them the moonlight lies.Oh are you asleep, or lying awake, my lover?Open your dreams to my love and your heart to my words.I send you my thoughts–the air between us is laden,My thoughts fly in at your window, a flock…
OUT of the noise of tired people working,
His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them,Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes—Men die by millions now, because God blunders,Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.
I WENT out at night alone;
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—I bore my sorrow heavily.But when I lifted up my headFrom shadows shaken on the snow,I saw Orion in the eastBurn steadily as long ago.From windows in my father’s house,Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,I watched Orion as a girlAbove another city’s lights.Years go, dreams go, and youth goes…
Why did you bring me here?
Over the wooden domesThe winter sea-winds blow–There is no shelter near,Come, let us go.With foam of icy laceThe sea creeps up the sand,The wind is like a handThat strikes us in the face.Doors that June set a-swingAre bolted long ago;We try them uselessly–Alas there cannot beFor us a second spring;Come, let us go.
WILL it always be like this until I am dead,
With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs,And the first sweet-smelling rain?Oh I am like a rock in the rising riverWhere the flooded water breaks with a low call—Like a rock that knows the cry of the watersAnd cannot answer at all.
When I talk with other men
Your words are keener than their words,And they are gentler, too.When I look at other men,I wish your face were there,With its gray eyes and dark skinAnd tossed black hair.When I think of other men,Dreaming alone by day,The thought of you like a strong windBlows the dreams away.