Machines
Dearest, note how these two are alike:
This harpsicord pavane by Purcell
And the racer’s twelve-speed bike. . . .
Dearest, note how these two are alike:
This harpsicord pavane by Purcell
And the racer’s twelve-speed bike. . . .
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, . . .
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,
A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness,
Our army foil’d with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating, . . .
March 10th and the snow flees like eloping brides
into rain. The imperceptible change begins
out of an old rage and glistens, chaste, with its new
craving, spring. May your desire always overcome . . .
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved,—a bell hung ready to strike, . . .
I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low; . . .
Intractable between them grows
a garden of barbed wire and roses.
Burning briars like flames devour . . .
Half of my life is gone, and I have let
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of my youth, to build . . .
"Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet . . .
I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen,
and so I swung into action and wrote a poem,
. . .