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WINTER And the robin flew Into the air, the air, The white mist through; And small and rare The night-frost fell Into the calm and misty dell. And the dusk gathered low, And the silver moon and stars On the frozen snow Drew taper bars, Kindled winking fires In the hooded briers. And the sprawling [...] I DO NOT LOVE THEE I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee! And yet when thou art absent I am sad; And envy even the bright blue sky above thee, Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad. I do not love thee!—yet, I know not why, Whate’er thou dost [...] THE MORE LOVING ONE Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could [...] RHAPSODY No one says it anymore, my darling, not to the green leaves in March, not to the stars backing up each night, certainly not in the nest of rapture, who in the beginning was an owl, rustling just after silence, whose very presence drew a mob of birds–flickers, finches, chickadees, five cardinals to [...] IN VAIN The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock In vain The sleeping mother In vain The lamp in the corner In vain The lamp in the corner unlit In vain Abraham Lincoln In vain The Aztec empire In vain The writing hand: in [...] SHADWELL STAIR I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair. Along the wharves by the water-house, And through the cavernous slaughter-house, I am the shadow that walks there. Yet I have flesh both firm and cool, And eyes tumultuous as the gems Of moons and lamps in the full Thames When dusk sails wavering down [...] THE WEARY BLUES Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway … He did a lazy sway … To [...] Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’ The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights [...] Leaning into the Afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man’s. I send out red signals across your absent eyes that move like the sea near a lighthouse. You keep only darkness, [...] |
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