American Poets: An Anthology of Contemporary VerseKurt Wolff Verlag, 1923 - 132 pagini |
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Pagina 20
... head . He will tell me , his voice like jewels Dropped into a satin bag , How he has tip - toed after me down the road , His heart made a dark whirlpool with longing for me . Then he will graze me with his hands And I shall be one of ...
... head . He will tell me , his voice like jewels Dropped into a satin bag , How he has tip - toed after me down the road , His heart made a dark whirlpool with longing for me . Then he will graze me with his hands And I shall be one of ...
Pagina 25
... head . This is the song that she herself has taught me how to sing : ... As immigrants come toward America On their continual ships out of the past , So on my ship America have I , by birth , Come forth at last From all the bitter ...
... head . This is the song that she herself has taught me how to sing : ... As immigrants come toward America On their continual ships out of the past , So on my ship America have I , by birth , Come forth at last From all the bitter ...
Pagina 48
... head , And he , too , is humming , but other words : " Think not that at your window I wait ; New love is better , the old is turned to hate . Fate ! Fate ! All things pass away ; Life is forever , youth is for a day . Love again if you ...
... head , And he , too , is humming , but other words : " Think not that at your window I wait ; New love is better , the old is turned to hate . Fate ! Fate ! All things pass away ; Life is forever , youth is for a day . Love again if you ...
Pagina 60
... head , one for his heels- and the beast lies vanquished- walls still , streams still- except for a tarn , or is it a pool , or is it a whirlpool twitching with memory ? HER HANDS Blue veins of morning glories- blue veins of clouds- blue ...
... head , one for his heels- and the beast lies vanquished- walls still , streams still- except for a tarn , or is it a pool , or is it a whirlpool twitching with memory ? HER HANDS Blue veins of morning glories- blue veins of clouds- blue ...
Pagina 64
... head with a pin that's long and thin , a pin that's long and strong enough to mount him under glass ; ( an insignificent pin could certainly do it ) I'd learn of him once for all , the color of his wings , the nature of those crazy ...
... head with a pin that's long and thin , a pin that's long and strong enough to mount him under glass ; ( an insignificent pin could certainly do it ) I'd learn of him once for all , the color of his wings , the nature of those crazy ...
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.