PoemsM. Secker, 1927 - 145 psl. |
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ARTHUR MACHEN beauty beneath bird blossoms blue body breast breath bright close cold DAILY dead dear Death door DOUGLAS dream dust earth empty eyes face fall fear feet fire flame flower follow forever forget garden gone grass green ground grow grown hand head hear heard heart Heaven held hill hold hour knew leave lifted light LITERARY living looked Lord matter mind mother never night once pass quiet rain road rocks rose sand seeds seek side sing sleep song Sorrow soul sound speak spring stand stood stories sweet tell thin things thought throat tide Till tree true turn walk Wanting watch weeds weep weight wild wind winter WONDER young
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21 psl. - The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, — No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That cannot keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat — the sky Will cave in on him by and by.
20 psl. - About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...
22 psl. - That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, World, I cannot get thee close enough! Long have I known a glory in it all, But never knew I this; Here such a passion is As stretcheth me apart, - Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year; My soul is all but out of me, - let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
52 psl. - ... WE were very tired, we were very merry — We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
19 psl. - Fell from the sky and struck my grave. I know not how such things can be I only know there came to me A fragrance such as never clings To aught save happy living things; A sound as of some joyous elf Singing sweet songs to please himself, And, through and over everything, A sense of glad awakening.
91 psl. - Passer Mortuus Est Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness, - presently Every bed is narrow Unremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation, And the little petulant hand Is an annotation. After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?
17 psl. - And scarce the friendly voice or face: A grave is such a quiet place. The rain, I said, is kind to come And speak to me in my new home. I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain...
94 psl. - THE railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn'ta train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking. All night there isn'ta train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming. My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn'ta train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.
17 psl. - Deep in the earth I rested now; Cool is its hand upon the brow And soft its breast beneath the head Of one who is so gladly dead. And all at once, and over all The pitying rain began to fall...
71 psl. - OH, THINK not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I save to love's self alone. Were you not lovely I would leave you now: After the feet of beauty fly my own. Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, And water ever to my wildest thirst, I would desert you — think not but I would ! — And seek another as I sought you first. But you are mobile as the veering air, And all your charms more changeful than the tide, Wherefore to be inconstant is no care: I have but to continue at your side. So wanton,...