#AmericanWriters
Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…
Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…
Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…
The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!