Henry James At The Pacific (Donald Justice Poems)
-- Coronado Beach, California, March, 1905 In a hotel room by the sea, the Master Sits brooding on the continent ...
-- Coronado Beach, California, March, 1905 In a hotel room by the sea, the Master Sits brooding on the continent ...
Late arrival, noOne would think of blaming youFor hesitating so.Who, setting his hand to knockAt a door so strange as ...
Thirty today, I sawThe trees flare briefly likeThe candles on a cake,As the sun went down the sky,A momentary flash,Yet ...
Men at fortyLearn to close softlyThe doors to rooms they will not beComing back to(Donald Justice)
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. -- ...
Late arrival, no One would think of blaming you For hesitating so. Who, setting his hand to knock At a ...
We have climbed the mountain. There's nothing more to do. It is terrible to come down To the valley Where, ...
Thirty today, I saw The trees flare briefly like The candles upon a cake As the sun went down the ...
Jane looks down at her organdy skirt As if it somehow were the thing disgraced, For being there, on the ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
But these maneuverings to avoid The touching of hands, These shifts to keep the eyes employed On objects more or ...
Your face more than others' faces Maps the half-remembered places I have come to I while I slept- Continents a ...
Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. Metal stand. Instructions included. -- Sears, Roebuck Catalogue O my coy darling, still You ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
1 Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents, Why were you so sad on porches, whispering? What great melancholies ...
Thirty today, I saw The trees flare briefly like The candles on a cake, As the sun went down the ...
Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to. At rest ...
We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell; If anywhere, in ...
A delicate young Negro stands With the reins of a horse clutched loosely in his hands; So delicate, indeed, that ...
This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, ...
Our lives avoided tragedy Simply by going on and on, Without end and with little apparent meaning. Oh, there were ...
Lights are burning In quiet rooms Where lives go on Resembling ours. The quiet lives That follow us- These lives ...
It's snowing this afternoon and there are no flowers. There is only this sound of falling, quiet and remote, Like ...
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