How suddenly the eastern curve was bright,
As when the sun arises from his lair.
But not the sun arose: It was thy hair
Shaken up heaven in tossing leagues of light.
Since then I know that neither night nor day
May I escape thee, O my heavenly hell!
Awake, in dreams, thou springest to waylay;
And should I dare to die, I know full well
Whose voice would mock me in the mourning bell,
Whose face would greet me in hell’s fiery way.
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The whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun shoneThe tumbled clouds fled scattering on,Light shattered on wave and winking stone,And in the glassy midst stood oneBrighter than sun or cloud or sea.She with flame-vehement hair untied,Virginal in her fluttering dress,Watched, deafened and all dazzle-eyed,Each opulent breaker’s crash and glideAnd…
Before, before he was aware
in hung glistering..And he could not stay his handFrom moving to the barbed wire’s broken strand.A rifle cracked.He fell.Night waned. He was alone. A heavy shellWhispered itself passing high, high overhead.His wound was wet to his hand: for still it bledOn the glimmering ground.Then with a slow, vain smile his wound be bound,Knowing, of course,…
The battery grides and jingles,
Shaking the noonday sunshineThe guns lunge out awhile,And then are still awhile.We amble along the highway;The reeking, powdery dustAscends and cakes our facesWith a striped, sweaty crust.Under the still sky’s violetThe heat throbs on the air….The white road’s dusty radianceAssumes a dark glare.With a head hot and heavy,And eyes that cannot rest,And a black heart…
Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stirMore grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth,Lined by the wind, burned by the sun;Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth,As whose children we are brethern: one.And any moment may descend hot deathTo shatter limbs! Pulp, tear, blastBelovèd soldiers who…
The Sprig Of Lime
He lay, and those who watched him were amazedTo see unheralded beneath the lidsTwin tears, new-gathered at the price of pain,Start and at once run crookedly athwartCheeks channelled long by pain, never by tears.So desolate too the sigh next utteredThey had wept also, but his great lips moved,And bending down one heard, ‘A sprig of…
Exquisite stillness! What serenities
The stonecrop’s fire and beyond the precipiceHow huge, how hushed the primrose evenfall!How softly, too, the white crane voyagesYon honeyed height of warmth and silence,whenceHe can look down on islet, lake and shoreAnd crowding woods and voiceless promontoriesOr, further gazing, view the magnificenceOf cloud- like mountains and of mountainous cloudOr ghostly wrack below the horizon…