And with the day, distance again expandsBetween us, voiceless as an uncoiled shell.Yet, – much follows, much endures… Trust birds alone:A dove’s wings clung about my heart last nightWith surging gentleness; and the blue stoneSet in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,Outspread and motionless, —A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.Forgetfulness is rain at night,Or an old house in a forest, — or a child.Forgetfulness is white, — white as a blasted tree,And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,Or bury the Gods.I can remember much forgetfulness.
Lo, Lord, Thou ridest!Lord, Lord, Thy swifting heartNought stayeth, nought now bidethBut’s smithereened apart!Ay! Scripture flee’th stone!Milk-bright, Thy chisel windRescindeth flesh from boneTo quivering whittlings thinned—Swept, whistling straw! Battered,Lord, e’en boulders now outleapRock sockets, levin-lathered!Nor, Lord, may worm outdeepThy drum’s gambade, its plunge abscond!Lord God, while summits crashingWhip sea-kelp screaming on blondSky-seethe, dense heaven dashing—Thou…
She ran the neighing canyons all the spring;She spouted arms; she rose with maize—to die.And in the autumn drouth, whose burnished handsWith mineral wariness found out the stoneWhere prayers, forgotten, streamed the mesa sands?He holds the twilight’s dim, perpetual throne,Mythical brows we saw retiring—loth,Disturbed and destined, into denser green.Greeting they sped us, on the arrow’s…
An embassy. Their numbers as he watched,Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.And wrecks passed without sound of bells,The calyx of death’s bounty giving backA scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph,The portent wound in corridors of shells.Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil,Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled,Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars;And…
Vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wingsWhose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the severeChilled albatross’s white immutability)No stream of greater love advancing nowThan, singing, this mortality aloneThrough clay aflow immortally to you.All fragrance irrefragably, and claimMadly meeting logically in this hourAnd region that is ours to wreathe again,Portending eyes and lips and…
And profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen’s house against the Ismaelite,King of Thogarma, and his habergeonsBrimstony, blue and fiery; and the forceOf King A baddon, and the beast of Cittim;Which Rabbi David Kimchi, Onkelos,And A ben Ezra do interpret Rome.‘-THE ALCHEMIST.IThe mind has shown itself at timesToo much the baked and labeled doughDivided…
Of a spent day – to wander the cathedral lawnFrom pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell.Have you not heard, have you not seen that corpsOf shadows in the tower, whose shoulders swayAntiphonal carillons launched beforeThe stars are caught and hived in the sun’s ray?The bells, I say, the bells break down their…
Together in one merciless white blade-The bay estuaries fleck the hard sky limits.-As if too brittle or too clear to touch!The cables of our sleep so swiftly filed,Already hang, shred ends from remembered stars.One frozen trackless smile . . . What wordsCan strangle this deaf moonlight? For weAre overtaken. Now no cry, no swordCan fasten…
The food has a warm and tempting smell,-But on the window licks the night.Pile on the logs… Give me your hands,Friends! No,- it is not fright…But hold me… somewhere I heard demands…And on the window licks the night.
