American Poets: An Anthology of Contemporary VerseKurt Wolff Verlag, 1923 - 132 pagini |
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Pagina 19
... walking on 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 ... walk down the road . I shall 19.
... walking on 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 ... walk down the road . I shall 19.
Pagina 20
An Anthology of Contemporary Verse Leonora Speyer, Conrad Aiken. DEATH I shall walk down the road . I shall turn and feel upon my feet The kisses of Death , like scented rain . For Death is a black slave with little silver birds Perched ...
An Anthology of Contemporary Verse Leonora Speyer, Conrad Aiken. DEATH I shall walk down the road . I shall turn and feel upon my feet The kisses of Death , like scented rain . For Death is a black slave with little silver birds Perched ...
Pagina 29
... walk with dead men is to pray , To walk with men unborn - to find the way . And O my citizen , perhaps the few Whom I shall tell of you Will see with me your beauty who are dead , Will hear with me your voice and what it said ! Let but ...
... walk with dead men is to pray , To walk with men unborn - to find the way . And O my citizen , perhaps the few Whom I shall tell of you Will see with me your beauty who are dead , Will hear with me your voice and what it said ! Let but ...
Pagina 46
... Walks heavily out of a vine - bowered doorway , Mounts his pony , rides away . The windmills stare at the sun . The yellow earth cracks and blisters . Everything is still . In the afternoon The wind takes dry waves of heat and tosses ...
... Walks heavily out of a vine - bowered doorway , Mounts his pony , rides away . The windmills stare at the sun . The yellow earth cracks and blisters . Everything is still . In the afternoon The wind takes dry waves of heat and tosses ...
Pagina 85
... walk In the woods , and weep , and quarrel , Staring past the pink wild laurel , Mix me with your talk , Do not let me die ! Farmers at your raking , When the sun is high , While the hay is making , When , along the stubble strewn ...
... walk In the woods , and weep , and quarrel , Staring past the pink wild laurel , Mix me with your talk , Do not let me die ! Farmers at your raking , When the sun is high , While the hay is making , When , along the stubble strewn ...
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.