#AmericanWriters
Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…
Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.
Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!
And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night