Poetry, Volumes 31-32Harriet Monroe, Morton Dauwen Zabel, George Dillon, Karl Shapiro, Henry Rago, Peter De Vries, Jessica North MacDonald, Marion Strobel Modern Poetry Association, 1928 - American poetry |
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Page 246 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Page 16 - I saw the frontiers gleaming of his mind; or are there frontiers — running sands sometimes running sands — somewhere — sands running. . . Or they may start some white machine that sings. Then you may laugh and dance the axletree — steel — silver — kick the traces — and know — ATLANTIS ROSE drums wreathe the rose, the star floats burning in a gulf of tears and sleep another thousand...
Page 34 - Babies and church and women and Sunday all mixed up with dimes and dollars and clean spittoons and house rent to pay. Hey, boy! A bright bowl of brass is beautiful to the Lord. Bright polished brass like the cymbals Of King David's dancers, Like the wine cups of Solomon. Hey, boy! A clean spittoon on the altar of the Lord. A clean bright spittoon all newly polished, — At least I can offer that. Com 'mere, boy!
Page 138 - THE SHEPHERD HOW sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he strays; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lamb's innocent call, And he hears the ewe's tender reply; He is watchful while they are in peace, For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
Page 138 - I HAVE no name ; I am but two days old.' What shall I call thee?
Page 302 - SPIRIT OF THE YEARS: It works unconsciously, as heretofore, Eternal artistries in Circumstance, Whose patterns, wrought by rapt aesthetic rote, Seem in themselves Its single listless aim, And not their consequence.
Page 248 - Of its own arduous fulness reverent: Carve it in ivory or in ebony, As Day or Night may rule ; and let Time see Its flowering crest impearled and orient. A Sonnet is a coin...
Page 52 - ADDRESS TO MY SOUL MY soul, be not disturbed By planetary war; Remain securely orbed In this contracted star. Fear not, pathetic flame; Your sustenance is doubt: Glassed in translucent dream They cannot snuff you out. Wear water, or a mask Of unapparent cloud; Be brave and never ask A more defunctive shroud.The universal points Are shrunk into a flower; Between its delicate joints Chaos keeps no power.
Page 186 - Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly, Lies my young love sleeping in the shade. Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her, Press her parting lips as her waist I gather slow, Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me : Then would she hold me and never let me go ? Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow, Swift as the swallow along the river's light...
Page 186 - SONG SPRING WHEN buds of palm do burst and spread Their downy feathers in the lane, And orchard blossoms, white and red, Breathe Spring delight for Autumn gain ; And the skylark shakes his wings in the rain; O then is the season to look for a bride ! Choose her warily, woo her unseen ; For the choicest maids are those that hide Like dewy violets under the green.