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ALL day the mallet thudded far be… My garret, in an old ramshackle sh… Where ceaselessly, with stiffly no… And rigid motions ever to and fro A figure like a puppet in a show
Who is that woman, Philip, standi… Before the mirror doing up her hai… You’re dreaming, Phœbe, or the mo… Mixing and mingling with the dying… Makes shapes out of the darkness,…
AMONG bleak hills of mounded sla… 'Neath sullen evening skies that s… O’er burdened by the belching smok… Upon their aching foreheads, dense… Till both felt youth within them f…
Stretched on the foam-white deck,… The crew were basking on the Summ… We passed the anchored light-ship… Running all out before a following… When, sighting us, those men who h…
My hands were hot upon a hare, Half-strangled, struggling in a sn… My knuckles at her warm wind-pipe— When suddenly, her eyes shot back, Big, fearful, staggering and black…
Suddenly, out of dark and leafy wa… We came upon the little house asle… In cold blind stillness, shadowles… In the white magic of the full moo… Strangers without the gate, we sto…
Scene: The big tent-stable of a t… ground near the entrance GENTL… stableman and general odd-job man,… MERRY ANDREW, the clown.… hunched man with a sensitive face…
A scent of Esparto grass—and agai… That hour we spent by the weir of… Watching together the curving thun… Of frothing amber, bemused by the… My mind was as blank as the speckl…
HE wears a red rose in his button… A city-clerk on Sunday dining out… And as the music surges over the d… The heady quavering of the violin Sings through his blood, and puts…
Black spars of driftwood burn to p… Sea-emeralds and sea-purples and s… And all the innumerable ever-chang… That haunt the changeless deeps bu… Flicker and spire in our enchanted…
We who are left, how shall we look… Happily on the sun or feel the rai… Without remembering how they who w… Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the…
In dream, again within the clean,… Of glazed and aching silence he wa… And, closing in, the blank walls o… Crushed stifling on him . . . when… Caught in his clutching fingers; a…
A minx in khaki struts the limelit… With false moustache, set smirk an… And straddling legs and swinging h… To swagger it like a soldier, whil… Of rampant ragtime jangle, clash,…
AS I was marching in Flanders A ghost kept step with me— Kept step with me and chuckled And muttered ceaselessly: “Once I too marched in Flanders,
THOUGH three men dwell on Flann… To keep the lamp alight, As we steered under the lee, we ca… No glimmer through the night.” A passing ship at dawn had brought