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I—Spring Allegro Wake! wake! Out of the snow and the mist, In rain-wet wind-blown gauze
Oh gay and shining June time! Oh meadow brave and bright, Abloom with little children, All tossing in the light! They dance and circle singing—
After the months of torpor, Weakness and ache and strain, After this day’s deep drowning In stormy seas of pain— To feel your hand, my baby,
Dear Wanderer— The sky is gray, With flecks of blue The clouds rush over. A bird is singing
Have you forgotten—you, the chief, The art-director, president, What not, of the establishment— Forgot how for a moment brief The whole show, all our strife and…
O Mother of that heap of clay, so… Now do you stare at death, woman,… Now do you long to fare afar, and… Where he must wander all alone, hi… But I now, but I now—
Look at her—there she sits upon he… As ladylike and quiet as a nun! But if you cross her—whew! her thu… Will shake the earth! She’s proud… The beauty—knows her royal busines…
E. H. M. Nov. 17th, 1890—Feb. 13th, 1904 Still he lies, Pale, wan, and strangely wise. Under the white coverlet
Noises that strive to tear Earth’s mantle soft of air And break upon the stillness where… The noise of battle and the noise… The cooing noise of love that soft…
Poet, sing me a song to-day! But the world grows old and my hai… Ah no! there are birds on the lila… And a snow-drop out of the wet ear… Two chattering robins are planning…
How wild, how witch-like weird tha… That the insensate rock dared drea… And take to bursting out and burge… Oh, long ago—yo ho!— And wearing green! How stark and…
You are a painter—listen— I’ll paint you a picture too! Of the long white lights that glis… Through Michigan Avenue; With the red lights down the middl…
Why do the wheels go whirring roun… Mother, mother? Oh, mother, are they giants bound, And will they growl forever? Yes, fiery giants underground,
I LOVE my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.
Your voice, beloved, on the living… Borne to me by the spirit powerful Who binds the atoms and leaps out… Great suns together! Ah, what mag… Strung for God’s fingers, sounds…