That in pleasure she receives more than she can give;
If she does not count this blessed
Let her change her religion.
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For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee
O woman of my dreams,Ivory sandalled,There is none like thee among the dancers,None with swift feet.I have not found thee in the tents,In the broken darkness.I have not found thee at the well-headAmong the women with pitchers.Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;Thy face as a river with lights.White as an almond…
En robe de parade. Samain
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,And she is dying piece-mealTof a sort of emotional anaemia.And round about there is a rabbleOf the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.They shall inherit the earth.In her is the end of breeding.Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.She would like some one to…
Thy soul
Atthis.O Atthis,I long for thy lips.I long for thy narrow breasts,Thou restless, ungathered.
For three years, out of key with his time,
Of poetry; to maintain ‘the sublime’In the old scene.Wrong from the start–No, hardly, but seeing he had been bornIn a half-savage country, out of date;Bent resolutely on wringing lilies from the acorn;Capaneus; trout for factitious bait;[idmen gar toi pant, hos eni Troiei]Caught in the unstopped ear;Giving the rocks small lee-wayThe chopped seas held him, therefore,…
The girl in the tea shop
The August has worn against her.She does not get up the stairs so eagerly;Yes, she also will turn middle-aged,And the glow of youth that she spread about usAs she brought us our muffinsWill be spread about us no longer.She also will turn middle-aged.
You say that I take a good deal upon myself;
In a few years no one will remember the buffo,No one will remember the trivial parts of me,The comic detail will be absent.As for you, you will rot in the earth,And it is doubtful if even your manure will be richenoughTo keep grassOver your grave.