Des imagistes: an anthology |
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ADDRESSED BY CLEARCHUS ALLEN UPWARD AMY LOWELL ancient songs Pass arch Atthis Bearing golden scales beautiful Belovéd beneath BITTER PURPLE WILLOWS blazed away-and boughs breasts casement Chinese queen CLEARCHUS H cold dark dragon eight leaden Elkin Mathews EZRA POUND F. S. FLINT FAN-PIECE flowers foam FORD MADOX HUEFFER fountain FRAGMENTS ADDRESSED garden girl sits sewing gold grass green HEAR AN ARMY heart Hermes Hermonax hove my sporting HULME T. E. IMAGISTES ivory JAMES JOYCE JOHN COURNOS junks carrying lanterns lips LITTLE OLD MARKET-PLACE LIU CH'E Maenads maiden night owls pale Palemon Pan mourns poor saint queer queer-faced rain dribbles reeds RICHARD ALDINGTON rose rotten saint or archangel Sappho Scented Leaves silently silver SKIPWITH CANNELL Social Reformer sporting air-gun SWALLOW TOWER TETMAIER Thou art Thou hast thou hearest Thy feet waves WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS wind wine winged ἀνδ θε ἐν καὶ ὀφ Πότνια
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Page 41 - BE in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind, and not As transient things are — gaiety of flowers. Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs And of grey waters. Let the gods speak softly of us In days hereafter, The shadowy flowers of Orcus Remember thee.
Page 42 - See, they return ; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering ! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind and half turn back ; These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe,
Page 44 - LIU CH'E THE rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the court-yard, There is no sound of foot-fall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them : A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
Page 40 - I hear an army charging upon the land And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees. Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers. They cry unto the night their battlename: I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter. They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil. They come shaking in triumph their long...
Page 24 - I saw the first pear as it fell — the honey-seeking, golden-banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I, (spare us from loveliness) and I fell prostrate crying: you have flayed us with your blossoms, spare us the beauty of fruit-trees.
Page 40 - ... the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers. They cry unto the night their battle-name; I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter; They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil. They come shaking in triumph their long green hair; They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore: My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
Page 27 - Dryads haunting the groves, nereids who dwell in wet caves, for all the white leaves of olive-branch, and early roses, and ivy wreaths, woven gold berries, which she once brought to your altars, bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia, and Assyrian wine to shatter her fever. The light of her face falls from its flower, as a hyacinth, hidden in a far valley, perishes upon burnt grass.
Page 9 - The slim colourless poppies Which in thy garden alone Softly thou gatherest. And silently; And with slow feet approaching — And with bowed head and unlit eyes, We kneel before thee: And thou, leaning towards us, Caressingly layest upon us Flowers from thy thin cold hands, And, smiling as a chaste woman Knowing love in her heart, Thou sealest our eyes And the illimitable quietude Comes gently upon us.
Page 52 - THE MERMAID The sailor boy who leant over the side of the Junk of Many Pearls, and combed the green tresses of the sea with his ivory fingers, believing that he had heard the voice of a mermaid, cast his body down between the waves. THE MIDDLE KINGDOM The emperors of fourteen dynasties, clad in robes of yellow silk embroidered with the Dragon, wearing gold diadems set with pearls and rubies, and seated on thrones of incomparable ivory, have ruled over the Middle Kingdom for four thousand years. THE...
Page 8 - And we turn from the music of old And the hills that we loved and the meads, And we turn from the fiery day, And the lips that were over-sweet; For silently Brushing the fields with red-shod feet, With purple robe Searing the flowers as with a sudden flame, Death, Thou hast come upon us.