The Defeat of Youth (Aldous Huxley Poems)
I. UNDER THE TREES.There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapesOf this and this occasion, sisterlyIn their resemblances, each effigyCrowned with the ...
I. UNDER THE TREES.There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapesOf this and this occasion, sisterlyIn their resemblances, each effigyCrowned with the ...
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
THEY are not all beasts.One is a man, for example, and one is a bird.I, Matthew, am a man."And I, ...
Where have you been, my pale, pale son, all night in the winter storm? (Hark! the joy bells chime in ...
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
That old bunk house mirror that most of us knewI remember it yet, and I know that you do.One corner ...
The wealth which others seeke for beyond seas, By the Gods gift your ...
Shiny record albums scattered over the living room floor, reflecting light from the lamp, sharp reflections that hurt my eyes ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead, And that thou think'st thee free From all solicitation from me, ...
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
Here's a wonderful thing, A humming-bird's wing In hammered gold, And store well chosen Of snowflakes frozen In crystal cold. ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
We look on the shoulders filling the stage of the Chicago Auditorium. A fat mayor has spoken much English and ...
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