The brilliant eyes to kindle bliss, The shrewd quick lips to laugh and kiss, Breasts that a sighin...
2011-11-23
The conqueror, who stains her fame, Still the Gods love her, for that of high aim Is this good Fra...
Till set of man: the dreamed, the seen; Flushing the world with odorous flowers: A soft compulsion...
The Mother having conscience in arrears; Ready to gush the flood of vain regret, Else hearken to h...
Strike camp, and onward, like the wind's cloud-fleets. Unresting she, unresting he, from change To...
Lopped of an arm, mother love for her own springs quick, To curdle the milk in her breasts for the ...
Around those memoried tracks of scarlet mud, To sow her future from an ashen urn By lantern-light,...
Reck I as were that stroke from a woman or some pettish infant. Aye flies blunted the dart of the m...
Of folded showers in streamer cloud; Our shadows down the highway white Or deep in woodland woven-...
The bolt from her abandoned heaven sped; The snowy army rolling knoll on knoll Beyond horizon, und...
- But your fierce Yes and No of butting heads Now rages to outdo a horny Past. Shades of a wild De...
Unwarned by those plain letters scrawled on air. If more than hands' and armsful be our share, Sna...
Now was her face white waves in the tempest's sharp flame-blink; Her skies shot black. Now was it ...
Cannon his name, Cannon his voice, he came. Who heard of him heard shaken hills, An earth at quak...
Be then the little bird that hops to feed. Lame falls the cry to kindle days Of radiant orb and da...