American Poets: An Anthology of Contemporary VerseKurt Wolff Verlag, 1923 - 132 pagini |
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Pagina 19
... ground ? Who can make grass - blades Arcades for pertly careless straying ? You alone , who skim against these leaves , Turning all desire into light whips Moulded by your deep blue wing - tips , You who shrill your unconcern Into the ...
... ground ? Who can make grass - blades Arcades for pertly careless straying ? You alone , who skim against these leaves , Turning all desire into light whips Moulded by your deep blue wing - tips , You who shrill your unconcern Into the ...
Pagina 34
... round ; Let no sunrise ' yellow noise Interrupt this ground . VI I never lost as much but twice , And that was in the sod ; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God ! Angels , twice descending , Reimbursed my store . Burglar 34 ...
... round ; Let no sunrise ' yellow noise Interrupt this ground . VI I never lost as much but twice , And that was in the sod ; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God ! Angels , twice descending , Reimbursed my store . Burglar 34 ...
Pagina 73
... ground , The emptiness of ages in his face And on his back the burden of the world . Who made him dead to rapture and despair , A thing that grieves not and that never hopes , Stolid and stunned , a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and ...
... ground , The emptiness of ages in his face And on his back the burden of the world . Who made him dead to rapture and despair , A thing that grieves not and that never hopes , Stolid and stunned , a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and ...
Pagina 93
... in the ground , a sea - gull of lapis lazuli , a scarab of the sea , with wings spread- curling its coral feet , parting its beak to greet men long dead . Marianne Moore A GRAVE Man , looking into the sea- taking the 93.
... in the ground , a sea - gull of lapis lazuli , a scarab of the sea , with wings spread- curling its coral feet , parting its beak to greet men long dead . Marianne Moore A GRAVE Man , looking into the sea- taking the 93.
Pagina 95
... Like the ox from the goad , Like the slave beneath the load , Like the reed under rain , And the sick man in pain , And the hind before the hound , And the new corpse in the ground ! Rose O'Neill THE GIFT Now that I am lame , Now the 95.
... Like the ox from the goad , Like the slave beneath the load , Like the reed under rain , And the sick man in pain , And the hind before the hound , And the new corpse in the ground ! Rose O'Neill THE GIFT Now that I am lame , Now the 95.
Termeni și expresii frecvente
a-la-la Adelaide Crapsey Alfred Kreymborg anthology Beauty is set Blackbird blue Brace breath brothers Cæsar Carl Sandburg Celia clouds cool tombs cricket carolling cried cursed dark dead death Doubleday dream dust earth Edwin Arlington Robinson Elinor Wylie eyes Ezra Pound face feel feet Flammonde flowers friends garden golden good-night grackles grey gutter hands Harcourt heard a cricket heart heaven Henry Holt hill kiss knew Knopf laughing leaves lifted light live look Lord Louis Untermeyer love of land Macmillan Marianne Moore Maxwell Bodenheim Mitchell Kennerley morning never night Poems poets purple railed rain red-god show Richard Cory Ridgely Torrence rock Rose O'Neill Sara Teasdale shine ships silence singing smell smile soft song soul stairs stand stars talk tall tell thee things thou tonight turned walls watch William Vaughn Moody wind window wings wonder yellow
Pasaje populare
Pagina 107 - WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him : He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. , And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich — yes, richer than a king — And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So...
Pagina 77 - The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, Because he anointed me to preach good tidings to the poor: He hath sent me to proclaim release to the captives, And recovering of sight to the blind. To set at liberty them that are bruised, To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.
Pagina 33 - 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"?
Pagina 51 - THE ROAD NOT 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...
Pagina 52 - I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long.— You come too.
Pagina 54 - I must get out of here. I must get air. I don't know rightly whether any man can.' 'Amy! Don't go to someone else this time. Listen to me. I won't come down the stairs.
Pagina 94 - ... their bones have not lasted: men lower nets, unconscious of the fact that they are desecrating a grave, and row quickly away - the blades of the oars moving together like the feet of water-spiders as if there were no such thing as death.
Pagina 66 - With bodies like bronze, and terrible eyes Came the rank and the file, with catamount cries, Gibbering, yipping, with hollow-skull clacks, Riding white bronchos with skeleton backs, Scalp-hunters, beaded and spangled and bad, Naked and lustful and foaming and mad, Flashing primeval demoniac scorn, Blood-thirst and pomp amid darkness reborn, Power and glory that sleep in the grass While the winds and the snows and the great rains pass. They crossed the gray river, thousands abreast, They rode in infinite...
Pagina 15 - The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree Repeating three clear tones. It is morning. I stand by the mirror And tie my tie once more. While waves far off in a pale rose twilight Crash on a white sand shore.
Pagina 56 - I can repeat the very words you were saying. 'Three foggy mornings and one rainy day Will rot the best birch fence a man can build.