The Sheep In The Ruins (Archibald MacLeish Poems)
for Learned and Augustus HandYou, my friends, and you strangers, all of you, Stand with me a little by the ...
for Learned and Augustus HandYou, my friends, and you strangers, all of you, Stand with me a little by the ...
mon semblable, mon fr?re(1) Our epoch takes a voluptuous satisfaction In that perspective of the action Which pictures us inhabiting ...
THE praisers of women in their proud and beautiful poemsNaming the grave mouth and the hair and the eyesBoasted those ...
First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or ...
To R. L.NEITHER her voice, her name,Eyes, quietness neither,That moved through the light, that cameCold stalk in her teethBitten of ...
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall. I praise ...
WE HAVE loved each other in this time twenty yearsAnd with such love as few men have in them even ...
These alternate nights and days, these seasons Somehow fail to convince me. It seems I have the sense of infinity! ...
The earth, still heavy and warm with afternoon,Dazed by the moon:The earth, tormented with the moon's light,Wandering in the night:La, ...
The young dead soldiers do not speak. Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them? ...
Think of our blindness where the water burned! Are we so certain that those wings, returned And turning, we had ...
And I have come upon this placeBy lost ways, by a nod, by words,By faces, by an old man's faceAt ...
The star dissolved in evening-the one star The silently and night O soon now, soon And still the light now ...
THE gull's image and the gullMeet upon the waterAll day I have thought of herThere is nothing left of that ...
We too, we too, descending once againThe hills of our own land, we too have heardFar off -- Ah, que ...
The incoherent rushing of the train Dulls like a drugged pain Numbs To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums Unfolds ...
The old men rake the yards for winterBurning the autumn-fallen leaves.They have no lives, the one or the other.The leaves ...
THAT was by the doorLeafy evening in the apple treesAnd you would not forget this anymoreAnd even if you died ...
for Ernest HemingwayHEAP we these coppered hullsWith headed poppiesAnd garlic longed-for by the eager deadKeep we with sun-caught sailsThe westward ...
When liberty is headlong girl And runs her roads and wends her ways Liberty will shriek and whirl Her showery ...
And the rain sinceAnd I have not heardLeaf at the pane all winterNor a bird's wing beating as that wasI ...
Sun smudge on the smoky water(Archibald MacLeish)
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind ...
We too, we too, descending once again The hills of our own land, we too have heard Far off --- ...
Will it last? he says. Is it a masterpiece? Will generation after generation Turn with reverence to the page? Birdseye ...
This poem is for my wife. I have made it plainly and honestly: The mark is on it Like the ...
Oh, not the loss of the accomplished thing! Not dumb farewells, nor long relinquishment Of beauty had, and golden summer ...
A year or two, and grey Euripides, And Horace and a Lydia or so, And Euclid and the brush of ...
A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as ...
Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered Figuring what anything is for: Enough for her devotions that things are And ...
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