#Americans
In Memory Of. In Fondest Recoll… In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Di… Who died at sea? The name of the… Escapes her, gone, blown with the…
Over the darkened city, the city o… The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs,… Over a somnolent whisper of loves… The slow wind flows, drearily stre…
The first bell is silver, And breathing darkness I think on… The second bell is crimson, And I think of a holiday night, w… Furrowing the sky with red, and a…
She rose in moonlight, and stood,… With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silenc… And her face was small, and her vo… ‘O moon!’ she cried, ‘I think how…
Here on the pale beach, in the dar… With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look over the… Or into each other’s eyes. . . She pokes her parasol into the sle…
All night long, it has seemed for… We have heard the terrible sound o… All night long we have lain and wa… We cannot sleep, though we are tir… The sound of guns is in our ears,
Now, when the moon slid under the… And the cold clear dark of starlig… He heard in his blood the well-kno… Tolling slowly in heaves of sound, Slowly beating, slowly beating,
As I walked through the lamplit g… On the thin white crust of snow, So intensely was I thinking of my… So clearly were my eyes fixed On the face of this grief which ha…
Of what she said to me that night—… The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of music—somethi… I couldn’t remember it all, but ph… Wreathed and wreathed among faint…
The snow floats down upon us, ming… It eddies around pale lilac lamps,… Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a fl… We do not remember the red roots w…
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is…
It is morning, Senlin says, and i… When the light drips through the s… I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learn… Stars in the purple dusk above the…
Up high black walls, up sombre ter… Clinging like luminous birds to th… The yellow lights went climbing to… From high black walls, gleaming va… Each yellow light looked down like…
‘Number four—the girl who died on… The girl with golden hair—’ The purpling body lies on the poli… We open the throat, and lay the th… One, who held the ether-cone, reme…
