Valley Candle
My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. […]
Poems in English
My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. […]
First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out […]
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a […]
There is a great river this side of Stygia Before one comes to the first black cataracts And trees that […]
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, […]
The difficulty to think at the end of day, When the shapeless shadow covers the sun And nothing is left […]
The light is like a spider. It crawls over the water. It crawls over the edges of the snow. It […]
There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even […]
Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of […]
I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the black bird. II I was of […]
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, […]
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave […]
Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the […]
At night, by the fire, The colors of the bushes And of the fallen leaves, Repeating themselves, Turned in the […]
Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The […]
As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth The big-finned palm And green vine angering for life, As the immense […]
She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly […]
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; […]
Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, […]
The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the […]
After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. […]
Ariel was glad he had written his poems. They were of a remembered time Or of something seen that he […]
The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die The broken cartwheel on […]
At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. […]
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that […]
A sunny day’s complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor […]
One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths, One’s tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish […]
I An old man sits In the shadow of a pine tree In China. He sees larkspur, Blue and white, […]
The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: […]
Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man […]