Modern American PoetsModern Library, 1927 - 367 psl. Contemporary poets, with one exception - that of Emily Dickinson. |
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124 psl. - It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open.
284 psl. - The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
5 psl. - I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are,
188 psl. - Beauty is momentary in the mind The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.
27 psl. - I heard a fly buzz when I died. The stillness in the room Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes around had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering firm For that last onset when the king Be witnessed in the room. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me be Assignable; and then it was There interposed a fly With blue uncertain stumbling buzz Between...
295 psl. - Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward toward the River Plate, Death and the Raven drift above And Sweeney guards the horned gate. Gloomy Orion and The Dog Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas; The person in the Spanish cape...
281 psl. - Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table...
107 psl. - TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that...
286 psl. - If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: "That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all.
124 psl. - I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again.