An Ode To Antares (Alan Seeger Poems)
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
O LOVE! what shall be said of thee?The son of grief begot by joy?Being sightless, wilt thou see?Being sexless, wilt ...
But now the Dream has come again, the world is as of old.Once more I feel about my breast the ...
They must not talk....That strong and silent creature, The male of homo sapiens, bears the banWith calm aplomb. Speech is ...
Dew on her robe and on her tangled hair; Twin dewdrops for her eyes; behold her pass, With ...
Above the ruin of God's holy place, Where man-forsaken lay the bleeding rood, Whose hands, when men had craved substantial ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Above the ruin of God's holy place, Where man-forsaken lay the bleeding rood, Whose hands, when men had craved substantial ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; ...
I MUSE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold ...
UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain, Bound to thy worship by ...
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