August 1922
#Americans #Women #XXCentury
Tender and insolent, Beware. Within this lies, When little more is spent, The crowded tears of the eyes, Naked astonishment.
Since you would claim the sources… Recall the meshes whence it sprang… The reedy traps which other hands… To close upon it. Conjure up the… Blaze that it cleared so cleanly,…
The cold remote islands And the blue estuaries Where what breathes, breathes The restless wind of the inlets, And what drinks, drinks
You may have all things from me, s… The slight life in my throat will… For your love, nor your loss, nor… Shall I be made a panderer to dea… Dig the green ground for darkness…
I came here, being stricken, stumb… At last from streets; the sun, dec… For days, the time being the last… The thickets not yet stark, but qu… With tiny colors, like some brush…
I have wept with the spring storm; Burned with the brutal summer. Now, hearing the wind and the twan… The hunt sweeps out upon the plain… They will bring the trophies home…
Love me because I am lost; Love me that I am undone. That is brave,—no man has wished i… Not one. Be strong, to look on my heart
We have struck the regions wherein… The wind breaks over us, And against high sharp angles almo… And these are of fear or grief. Like a ship, we have struck expect…
Now that I have your face by hear… Less at its features than its dark… Where quince and melon, yellow as… Lie with quilled dahlias and the s… Beyond, a garden, There, in insol…
She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones l… Untended stalks blow over her Even and swift, like young men run… Always in the heart she loved
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of t… To eat dusty bread. They do not see cattle cropping re…
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, and fall. Bronze of the blackest shade,
Come, let us tell the weeds in dit… How we are poor, who once had rich… And lie out in the sparse and sodd… Pastures that the cows have trodde… The while an autumn night seals do…
Here, in the withered arbor, like… Straight sides, carven knees, Stands the statue, with hands flun… Or remonstrances. Over the lintel sway the woven bra…
I burned my life, that I might fi… A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone… Ecstasy come to breath alone. I broke my life, to seek relief