#English #XXCentury
To bring the dead to life Is no great magic. Few are wholly dead: Blow on a dead man’s embers And a live flame will start.
Call it a good marriage — For no one ever questioned Her warmth, his masculinity, Their interlocking views; Except one stray graphologist
We looked, we loved, and therewith… Death became terrible to you and m… By love we disenthralled our natur… From every comfortable philosopher Or tall, grey doctor of divinity:
Here they lie who once learned her… All that is taught of hurt or fear… Dead, but by free will they died: They were true men, they had pride…
Small gnats that fly In hot July And lodge in sleeping ears, Can rouse therein A trumpet’s din
He is quick, thinking in clear ima… I am slow, thinking in broken imag… He becomes dull, trusting to his c… I become sharp, mistrusting my bro… Trusting his images, he assumes th…
“Are you awake, Gemelli, This frosty night?” 'We’ll be awake till reveillé, Which is Sunrise,' say the Gemell… “It’s no good trying to go to slee…
The butterfly, the cabbage white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight, Yet has —who knows so well as I?…
Love, Fear and Hate and Childish… Are here discreetly blent; Admire, you ladies, read, you boys… My Country Sentiment. But Kate says, 'Cut that anger an…
Bears gash the forest trees To mark the bounds Of their own hunting grounds; They follow the wild bees Point by point home
She, then, like snow in a dark nig… Fell secretly. And the world wake… With dazzling of the drowsy eye, So that some muttered 'Too much l… And drew the curtains close.
We may well wonder at those bearde… Who like the scorpion and the basi… Couched in the desert sands, to un… Their scrufy flesh with tortures. They drank from pools fouled by th…
Why do you break upon this old, co… This painted peace of ours, With harsh dress hissing like a fl… With garish flowers? Why do you churn smooth waters rou…
And what of home—how goes it, boys… While we die here in stench and no… ‘The hill stands up and hedges win… Over the crest and drop behind; Here swallows dip and wild things…
May they stumble, stage by stage On an endless Pilgrimage Dawn and dusk, mile after mile At each and every step a stile At each and every step withal
