Modern American PoetsM. Secker, 1922 - 343 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Arthur Machen beautiful bird blackbird blue boughs bright brown Chinese nightingale clouds Compton Mackenzie CONRAD AIKEN cool cried D. H. Lawrence dark dead death dragons dream earth Edwin Arlington Robinson Emily Dickinson everlasting eyes face fall feel feet Flammonde flower fluttering garden Gilbert Cannan gold golden grass grave green grey hair hands He-I He-Minikin He-Will you listen He-You head hear heard heart J. C. Squire J. E. FLECKER John Gould Fletcher Lascelles Abercrombie laugh leaves light live look Manikin Maurice Baring moon morning mountains never night pale poems poets rain river round shadow She-And She-No She-Yes shine silence silver sing sleep smile snow song soul sound spring stars stone street sunlight tell There's things thought toss trees turn Viola Meynell voice walk wall wind wings yellow
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Página 77 - I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
Página 76 - To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"— If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: "That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.
Página 76 - But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, setting a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: "That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.
Página 152 - It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open.
Página 74 - And I have known the eyes already, known them all — The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Página 71 - Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table...
Página 306 - Beauty is momentary in the mind— The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.
Página 67 - I heard a fly buzz when I died. The stillness in the room Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes around had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering firm For that last onset when the king Be witnessed in the room. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me be Assignable; and then it was There interposed a fly With blue uncertain stumbling buzz Between...
Página 89 - Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward toward the River Plate, Death and the Raven drift above And Sweeney guards the horned gate. Gloomy Orion and The Dog Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas; The person in the Spanish cape...
Página 135 - TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that...