#English #XXCentury
Louder than gulls the little child… Whom fathers haul into the jovial… But others fearlessly rush in, bre… Laughing the salty water from thei… Heroes of the nursery.
Sleepy Betsy from her pillow Sees the post and ball Of her sister’s wooden bedstead Shadowed on the wall. Now this grave young warrior stadn…
When I was not quite five years o… I first saw the blue picture book, And Fraulein Spitzenburger told Stories that sent me hot and cold; I loathed it, yet I had to look:
Desire, first, by a natural miracl… United bodies, united hearts, blaz… Transcended bodies, transcended he… Two souls, now unalterably one In whole love always and for ever,
Penthesileia, dead of profuse wond… Was despoiled of her arms by Prin… Who, for love of that fierce white… Necrophily on her committed In the public view.
Frowning over the riddle that Dan… Down through the mist hung garden,… The King of Persia walked: oh, th… His mind was webbed with a grey sh… Here for the pride of his soaring…
Lost manor where I walk continual… A ghost, while yet in woman’s fles… Up your broad stairs mounting with… And gliding steadfast down your co… I come by nightly custom to this r…
Those who dare give nothing Are left with less than nothing; Dear heart, you give me everything… Which leaves you more than everyth… Though those who dare give nothing
Grey haunted eyes, absent-mindedly… From wide, uneven orbits; one brow… Somewhat over the eye Because of a missile fragment stil… Skin-deep, as a foolish record of…
…but I was dead, an hour or more. I woke when I’d already passed th… That Cerberus guards, and half—wa… To Lethe, as an old Greek signpos… Above me, on my stretcher swinging…
There is one story and one story o… That will prove worth your telling… Whether are learned bard or gifted… To it all lines or lesser gauds be… That startle with their shining
Why have such scores of lovely, gi… Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled… And missionary endeavour, nine tim… Repeat 'impossible men’: not merel…
All saints revile her, and all sob… Ruled by the God Apollo’s golden… In scorn of which we sailed to fin… In distant regions likeliest to ho… Whom we desired above all things t…
As I walked out one harvest night About the stroke of One, The Moon attained to her full hei… Stood beaming like the Sun. She exorcised the ghostly wheat
And what of home—how goes it, boys… While we die here in stench and no… ‘The hill stands up and hedges win… Over the crest and drop behind; Here swallows dip and wild things…
