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Now I am slow and placid, fond of… Like a sleek beast, or a worn one, No slim and languid girl – not gla… With the windy trip I once had, But velvet-footed, musing of my ow…
Never heard happier laughter. Where did you hear it? Somwhere in the future. Very far in the future? No, not far, but near. American
We who have seen the city’s sentin… Some iron-colored tower, monument To slow encroaching force–our thew… Against her girders! With her noi… From this our iron tongue we toll,…
You are no more, but sunken in a s… Sheer into dream, ten thousand lea… And now you lie green-golden, whil… Swings with the tide, my heart: an… Till I look down, and wavering, t…
I will defy you down until my deat… With cold body, indrawn breath; Terrible and cruel I will move wi… Like a surly tiger. If you knew Why I am shaken, if fond you coul…
Fearful of beauty, I always went Timidly indifferent: Dainty, hesitant, taking in Just what was tiniest and thin; Careful not to care
All essences of sweetness from the… Warm day go up in vapor, when the… Comes down. Ascends the tune of m… Ascends the noon-time smell of gra… Takes sunlight from the world, and…
Boys and girls, come out to play: The sun is up, the wind’s astray, Early morning’s gold is gone– (They slumber on, they slumber on.… I have never done with you
I dreamed you were the sea; I dreamed you pounded With foamy fists, the sad face of… Waking, I lay beneath you, And the room resounded
What time is it? Midnight and very dark. Are you afraid? No. Are you? I want to live until morning.
I have moved west, I travel with… You cannot hold, you cannot hinder… There are no ends for what I have… There are no resting places where… Until I am surrendered to the sea…
Now in the fright of change when b… In fountains of debris We say to the stranger coming acro… Not here, not here, go elsewhere! Here we keep
This is our time. We women and men Here once and only once Celebrate our time In song.
There was a time when Mother Natu… My soul’s sun, and my soul’s shade… A cloud in the sky could take away The song in my heart for all day, And a little lark in a willow-tree
Swing, swing, and swoon, Morning, evening, noon, And with night, sleep. If you must, weep– But here, here with me.