The readers of the Boston Evening TranscriptSway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens faintly in the street,Wakening the appetites of life in someAnd to…
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As she laughed I was aware of becoming involvedin her laughter and being part of it, until herteeth were only accidental stars with a talentfor squad-drill. I was drawn in…
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,It isn’t just one of your holiday games;You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatterWhen I tell you, a cat…
I Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time future,And time future contained in time past.If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemable.What might have been is…
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat:If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse.If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat,If you…
Twelve o’clock.Along the reaches of the streetHeld in a lunar synthesis,Whispering lunar incantationsDissolve the floors of memoryAnd all its clear relations,Its divisions and precisions,Every street lamp that I passBeats like…
Miss Nancy EllicottStrode across the hills and broke them,Rode across the hills and broke them—The barren New England hills—Riding to houndsOver the cow-pasture. Miss Nancy Ellicott smokedAnd danced all the…
Webster was much possessed by deathAnd saw the skull beneath the skin;And breastless creatures under groundLeaned backward with a lipless grin. Daffodil bulbs instead of ballsStared from the sockets of…
En l’an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beues… Pipit sate upright in her chair Some distance from where I was sitting;Views of the Oxford Colleges Lay…
‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meisvidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.’ For Ezra Pound il miglior fabbro I. The Burial…