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FISHING ON THE SUSQUEHANNA IN JULY I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I had the pleasure–if it is a pleasure– of fishing on the Susquehanna. I am more likely to be found in a quiet [...] THE ARMY OF TRUTH Words? Those sounds the world despises. Words in poems? Even more to be disdained! Ah, how feeble are your powers to defend all the truth that man denies! Thunder crack and lightning flash at its presence! Hosts of angels should come swooping down from heaven to the rescue far and wide [...] A LOVE SONG What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow, yellow, It eats into the leaves, Smears with saffron The horned branches that lean Heavily Against a smooth purple sky. There is no light— [...] ON SNOW A Riddle From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin. No lady alive can show such a skin. I’m bright as an angel, and light as a feather, But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together. Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear, Yet many poor creatures I help [...] FINAL SOLILOQUY OF THE INTERIOR PARAMOUR Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought that we collect ourselves, Out of all the indifferences, into one thing: [...] TO PURITY I have heard so much about you if you claim to be you I will know it’s not true if you say nothing I will listen as I do with my own old mixed feelings of hope and reservation hearing through them whatever might be you the way I see the white light [...] FOG A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands’ spruce-tips drunk up like milk in the universal emulsion; houses reverting into the lost and forgotten; granite subsumed, a rumor in a mumble of ocean. Tactile definition, however, has not been totally banished: hanging [...] NOW WINTER NIGHTS ENLARGE Now winter nights enlarge This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall wait on honey love While youthful [...] COLD MORNING Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o’clock light change from charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things in the morning that has a thick skin of ice on it as the water tank has, so nothing flows, all is bone, telling its tale of how hard [...] |
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