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-Title: Des Imagistes

-       An Anthology

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-             «Καὶ κείνα Σικελά, καὶ ἐν Αἰτναίαισιν ἔπαιζεν

-             ἀόσι, καὶ μέλος ᾖδε τὸ Δώριον.»

-                                          Επιτάφιος Βίωνος

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-                        “And she also was of Sikilia and was gay in

-                          the valleys of Ætna, and knew the Doric

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-                             DES IMAGISTES

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-                              AN ANTHOLOGY

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-                                NEW YORK

-                        ALBERT AND CHARLES BONI

-                            96 FIFTH AVENUE

-                                  1914

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-                            Copyright, 1914

-                                   By

-                        Albert and Charles Boni

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-                                CONTENTS

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- RICHARD ALDINGTON

-     Choricos       7

-     To a Greek Marble       10

-     Au Vieux Jardin       11

-     Lesbia       12

-     Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch       13

-     Argyria       14

-     In the Via Sestina       15

-     The River       16

-     Bromios       17

-     To Atthis       19

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- H. D.

-     Sitalkas       20

-     Hermes of the Ways I       21

-     Hermes of the Ways II       22

-     Priapus       24

-     Acon       26

-     Hermonax       28

-     Epigram       30

-

- F. S. FLINT

-     I       31

-     II Hallucination       32

-     III       33

-     IV       34

-     V The Swan       35

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- SKIPWITH CANNÉLL

-     Nocturnes       36

-

- AMY LOWELL

-     In a Garden       38

-

- WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

-     Postlude       39

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- JAMES JOYCE

-     I Hear an Army       40

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- EZRA POUND

-     Δώρια       41

-     The Return       42

-     After Ch’u Yuan       43

-     Liu Ch’e       44

-     Fan-Piece for Her Imperial Lord       45

-     Ts’ai Chi’h       46

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- FORD MADOX HUEFFER

-     In the Little Old Market-Place       47

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- ALLEN UPWARD

-     Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar       51

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- JOHN COURNOS after K. TETMAIER

-     The Rose       54

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- DOCUMENTS

-     To Hulme (T. E.) and Fitzgerald       57

-     Vates, the Social Reformer       59

-     Fragments Addressed by Clearchus H. to Aldi       62

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- _Bibliography_       63

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-                                CHORICOS

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-

-           The ancient songs

-           Pass deathward mournfully.

-

-           Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,

-           Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and wings—

-           Symbols of ancient songs

-           Mournfully passing

-           Down to the great white surges,

-           Watched of none

-           Save the frail sea-birds

-           And the lithe pale girls,

-           Daughters of Okeanus.

-

-           And the songs pass

-           From the green land

-           Which lies upon the waves as a leaf

-           On the flowers of hyacinth;

-           And they pass from the waters,

-           The manifold winds and the dim moon,

-           And they come,

-           Silently winging through soft Kimmerian dusk,

-           To the quiet level lands

-           That she keeps for us all,

-           That she wrought for us all for sleep

-           In the silver days of the earth’s dawning—

-           Proserpina, daughter of Zeus.

-

-           And we turn from the Kuprian’s breasts,

-           And we turn from thee,

-           Phoibos Apollon,

-           And we turn from the music of old

-           And the hills that we loved and the meads,

-           And we turn from the fiery day,

-           And the lips that were over sweet;

-           For silently

-           Brushing the fields with red-shod feet,

-           With purple robe

-           Searing the flowers as with a sudden flame,

-           Death,

-           Thou hast come upon us.

-

-           And of all the ancient songs

-           Passing to the swallow-blue halls

-           By the dark streams of Persephone,

-           This only remains:

-           That we turn to thee,

-           Death,

-           That we turn to thee, singing

-           One last song.

-

-           O Death,

-           Thou art an healing wind

-           That blowest over white flowers

-           A-tremble with dew;

-           Thou art a wind flowing

-           Over dark leagues of lonely sea;

-           Thou art the dusk and the fragrance;

-           Thou art the lips of love mournfully smiling;

-           Thou art the pale peace of one

-           Satiate with old desires;

-           Thou art the silence of beauty,

-           And we look no more for the morning

-           We yearn no more for the sun,

-           Since with thy white hands,

-           Death,

-           Thou crownest us with the pallid chaplets,

-           The slim colourless poppies

-           Which in thy garden alone

-           Softly thou gatherest.

-

-           And silently,

-           And with slow feet approaching,

-           And with bowed head and unlit eyes,

-           We kneel before thee:

-           And thou, leaning towards us,

-           Caressingly layest upon us

-           Flowers from thy thin cold hands,

-           And, smiling as a chaste woman

-           Knowing love in her heart,

-           Thou sealest our eyes

-           And the illimitable quietude

-           Comes gently upon us.

-

-                                            RICHARD ALDINGTON

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-

-                           TO A GREEK MARBLE

-

-

-                 Πότνια, πότνια

-                 White grave goddess,

-                 Pity my sadness,

-                 O silence of Paros.

-

-                 I am not of these about thy feet,

-                 These garments and decorum;

-                 I am thy brother,

-                 Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,

-                 And thou hearest me not.

-

-                 I have whispered thee in thy solitudes

-                 Of our loves in Phrygia,

-                 The far ecstasy of burning noons

-                 When the fragile pipes

-                 Ceased in the cypress shade,

-                 And the brown fingers of the shepherd

-                 Moved over slim shoulders;

-                 And only the cicada sang.

-

-                 I have told thee of the hills

-                 And the lisp of reeds

-                 And the sun upon thy breasts,

-

-                 And thou hearest me not,

-                 Πότνια, πότνια,

-                 Thou hearest me not.

-

-                                      RICHARD ALDINGTON

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-                            AU VIEUX JARDIN

-

-

-        I have sat here happy in the gardens,

-        Watching the still pool and the reeds

-        And the dark clouds

-        Which the wind of the upper air

-        Tore like the green leafy boughs

-        Of the divers-hued trees of late summer;

-        But though I greatly delight

-        In these and the water lilies,

-        That which sets me nighest to weeping

-        Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flag-stones,

-        And the pale yellow grasses

-        Among them.

-

-                                              RICHARD ALDINGTON

-

-

-

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-                                 LESBIA

-

-

-             Use no more speech now;

-             Let the silence spread gold hair above us

-             Fold on delicate fold;

-             You had the ivory of my life to carve.

-             Use no more speech.

-                           .   .   .   .

-

-             And Picus of Mirandola is dead;

-             And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,

-             Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,

-             Rotten and dank.

-                           .   .   .   .

-

-             And through it all I see your pale Greek face;

-             Tenderness makes me as eager as a little child

-             To love you

-

-             You morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.

-

-                                          RICHARD ALDINGTON

-

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-

-

-                   BEAUTY THOU HAST HURT ME OVERMUCH

-

-

-                      The light is a wound to me.

-                      The soft notes

-                      Feed upon the wound.

-

-                      Where wert thou born

-                      O thou woe

-                      That consumest my life?

-                      Whither comest thou?

-

-                      Toothed wind of the seas,

-                      No man knows thy beginning.

-                      As a bird with strong claws

-                      Thou woundest me,

-                      O beautiful sorrow.

-

-                                RICHARD ALDINGTON

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-                                ARGYRIA

-

-

-             O you,

-             O you most fair,

-             Swayer of reeds, whisperer

-             Among the flowering rushes,

-             You have hidden your hands

-             Beneath the poplar leaves,

-             You have given them to the white waters.

-

-             Swallow-fleet,

-             Sea-child cold from waves,

-             Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,

-             White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;

-             Pan mourns for you.

-

-             White limbs, white song,

-             Pan mourns for you.

-

-                                          RICHARD ALDINGTON

-

-

-

-

-                           IN THE VIA SESTINA

-

-

-                O daughter of Isis,

-                Thou standest beside the wet highway

-                Of this decayed Rome,

-                A manifest harlot.

-

-                Straight and slim art thou

-                As a marble phallus;

-                Thy face is the face of Isis

-                Carven

-

-                As she is carven in basalt.

-                And my heart stops with awe

-                At the presence of the gods,

-

-                There beside thee on the stall of images

-                Is the head of Osiris

-                Thy lord.

-

-                                       RICHARD ALDINGTON

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-

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-                               THE RIVER

-

-

-                                   I

-

-               I drifted along the river

-               Until I moored my boat

-               By these crossed trunks.

-

-               Here the mist moves

-               Over fragile leaves and rushes,

-               Colourless waters and brown fading hills.

-

-               She has come from beneath the trees,

-               Moving within the mist,

-               A floating leaf.

-

-                                  II

-

-               O blue flower of the evening,

-               You have touched my face

-               With your leaves of silver.

-

-               Love me for I must depart.

-

-                                       RICHARD ALDINGTON

-

-

-

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-                                BROMIOS

-

-

-             The withered bonds are broken.

-             The waxed reeds and the double pipe

-             Clamour about me;

-             The hot wind swirls

-             Through the red pine trunks.

-

-             Io! the fauns and the satyrs.

-             The touch of their shagged curled fur

-             And blunt horns!

-

-             They have wine in heavy craters

-             Painted black and red;

-             Wine to splash on her white body.

-             Io!

-             She shrinks from the cold shower—

-             Afraid, afraid!

-

-             Let the Maenads break through the myrtles

-             And the boughs of the rohododaphnai.

-             Let them tear the quick deers’ flesh.

-             Ah, the cruel, exquisite fingers!

-

-             Io!

-             I have brought you the brown clusters,

-             The ivy-boughs and pine-cones.

-

-             Your breasts are cold sea-ripples,

-             But they smell of the warm grasses.

-

-             Throw wide the chiton and the peplum,

-             Maidens of the Dew.

-             Beautiful are your bodies, O Maenads,

-             Beautiful the sudden folds,

-             The vanishing curves of the white linen

-             About you.

-

-             Io!

-             Hear the rich laughter of the forest,

-             The cymbals,

-             The trampling of the panisks and the centaurs.

-

-                                         RICHARD ALDINGTON.

-

-

-

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-                               TO ATTHIS

-

-            (_After the Manuscript of Sappho now in Berlin_)

-

-           Atthis, far from me and dear Mnasidika,

-           Dwells in Sardis;

-           Many times she was near us

-           So that we lived life well

-           Like the far-famed goddess

-           Whom above all things music delighted.

-

-           And now she is first among the Lydian women

-           As the mighty sun, the rose-fingered moon,

-           Beside the great stars.

-

-           And the light fades from the bitter sea

-           And in like manner from the rich-blossoming earth;

-           And the dew is shed upon the flowers,

-           Rose and soft meadow-sweet

-           And many-coloured melilote.

-

-           Many things told are remembered of sterile Atthis.

-

-           I yearn to behold thy delicate soul

-           To satiate my desire.  .  .  .

-             .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

-

-                                            RICHARD ALDINGTON

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-

-

-

-                                SITALKAS

-

-

-                     Thou art come at length

-                     More beautiful

-                     Than any cool god

-                     In a chamber under

-                     Lycia’s far coast,

-                     Than any high god

-                     Who touches us not

-                     Here in the seeded grass.

-                     Aye, than Argestes

-                     Scattering the broken leaves.

-

-                                             H. D.

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-

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-                           HERMES OF THE WAYS

-

-

-                                   I

-

-                   The hard sand breaks,

-                   And the grains of it

-                   Are clear as wine.

-

-                   Far off over the leagues of it,

-                   The wind,

-                   Playing on the wide shore,

-                   Piles little ridges,

-                   And the great waves

-                   Break over it.

-

-                   But more than the many-foamed ways

-                   Of the sea,

-                   I know him

-                   Of the triple path-ways,

-                   Hermes,

-                   Who awaiteth.

-

-                   Dubious,

-                   Facing three ways,

-                   Welcoming wayfarers,

-                   He whom the sea-orchard

-                   Shelters from the west,

-                   From the east

-                   Weathers sea-wind;

-                   Fronts the great dunes.

-

-                   Wind rushes

-                   Over the dunes,

-                   And the coarse, salt-crusted grass

-                   Answers.

-

-                   Heu,

-                   It whips round my ankles!

-

-                                   II

-

-                   Small is

-                   This white stream,

-                   Flowing below ground

-                   From the poplar-shaded hill,

-                   But the water is sweet.

-

-                   Apples on the small trees

-                   Are hard,

-                   Too small,

-                   Too late ripened

-                   By a desperate sun

-                   That struggles through sea-mist.

-

-                   The boughs of the trees

-                   Are twisted

-                   By many bafflings;

-                   Twisted are

-                   The small-leafed boughs.

-                   But the shadow of them

-                   Is not the shadow of the mast head

-                   Nor of the torn sails.

-

-                   Hermes, Hermes,

-                   The great sea foamed,

-                   Gnashed its teeth about me;

-                   But you have waited,

-                   Where sea-grass tangles with

-                   Shore-grass.

-

-                                                H. D.

-

-

-

-

-                                PRIAPUS

-

-                          _Keeper-of-Orchards_

-

-

-                 I saw the first pear

-                 As it fell.

-                 The honey-seeking, golden-banded,

-                 The yellow swarm

-                 Was not more fleet than I,

-                 (Spare us from loveliness!)

-                 And I fell prostrate,

-                 Crying,

-                 Thou hast flayed us with thy blossoms;

-                 Spare us the beauty

-                 Of fruit-trees!

-

-                 The honey-seeking

-                 Paused not,

-                 The air thundered their song,

-                 And I alone was prostrate.

-

-                 O rough-hewn

-                 God of the orchard,

-                 I bring thee an offering;

-                 Do thou, alone unbeautiful

-                 (Son of the god),

-                 Spare us from loveliness.

-

-                 The fallen hazel-nuts,

-                 Stripped late of their green sheaths,

-                 The grapes, red-purple,

-                 Their berries

-                 Dripping with wine,

-                 Pomegranates already broken,

-                 And shrunken fig,

-                 And quinces untouched,

-                 I bring thee as offering.

-

-                                                  H. D.

-

-

-

-

-                                  ACON

-

-                  (_After Joannes Baptista Amaltheus_)

-

-

-                                   I

-

-              Bear me to Dictaeus,

-              And to the steep slopes;

-              To the river Erymanthus.

-

-              I choose spray of dittany,

-              Cyperum frail of flower,

-              Buds of myrrh,

-              All-healing herbs,

-              Close pressed in calathes.

-

-              For she lies panting,

-              Drawing sharp breath,

-              Broken with harsh sobs,

-              She, Hyella,

-              Whom no god pitieth.

-

-                                   II

-

-              Dryads,

-              Haunting the groves,

-              Nereids,

-              Who dwell in wet caves,

-              For all the whitish leaves of olive-branch,

-              And early roses,

-              And ivy wreathes, woven gold berries,

-              Which she once brought to your altars,

-              Bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia,

-              And Assyrian wine

-              To shatter her fever.

-

-              The light of her face falls from its flower,

-              As a hyacinth,

-              Hidden in a far valley,

-              Perishes upon burnt grass.

-

-              Pales,

-              Bring gifts,

-              Bring your Phoenician stuffs,

-              And do you, fleet-footed nymphs,

-              Bring offerings,

-              Illyrian iris,

-              And a branch of shrub,

-              And frail-headed poppies.

-

-                                                     H. D.

-

-

-

-

-                                HERMONAX

-

-

-                Gods of the sea;

-                Ino,

-                Leaving warm meads

-                For the green, grey-green fastnesses

-                Of the great deeps;

-                And Palemon,

-                Bright striker of sea-shaft,

-                Hear me.

-

-                Let all whom the sea loveth,

-                Come to its altar front,

-                And I

-                Who can offer no other sacrifice to thee

-                Bring this.

-

-                Broken by great waves,

-                The wavelets flung it here,

-                This sea-gliding creature,

-                This strange creature like a weed,

-                Covered with salt foam,

-                Torn from the hillocks

-                Of rock.

-

-                I, Hermonax,

-                Caster of nets,

-                Risking chance,

-                Plying the sea craft,

-                Came on it.

-

-                Thus to sea god

-                Cometh gift of sea wrack;

-                I, Hermonax, offer it

-                To thee, Ino,

-                And to Palemon.

-

-                                                   H. D.

-

-

-

-

-                                EPIGRAM

-

-                          (_After the Greek_)

-

-

-               The golden one is gone from the banquets;

-               She, beloved of Atimetus,

-               The swallow, the bright Homonoea:

-               Gone the dear chatterer.

-

-                                                   H. D.

-

-

-

-

-                                   I

-

-

-                     London, my beautiful,

-                     it is not the sunset

-                     nor the pale green sky

-                     shimmering through the curtain

-                     of the silver birch,

-                     nor the quietness;

-                     it is not the hopping

-                     of birds

-                     upon the lawn,

-                     nor the darkness

-                     stealing over all things

-                     that moves me.

-

-                     But as the moon creeps slowly

-                     over the tree-tops

-                     among the stars,

-                     I think of her

-                     and the glow her passing

-                     sheds on men.

-

-                     London, my beautiful,

-                     I will climb

-                     into the branches

-                     to the moonlit tree-tops,

-                     that my blood may be cooled

-                     by the wind.

-

-                                        F. S. FLINT

-

-

-

-

-                                   II

-

-

-        I know this room,

-        and there are corridors:

-        the pictures, I have seen before;

-        the statues and those gems in cases

-        I have wandered by before,—

-        stood there silent and lonely

-        in a dream of years ago.

-

-        I know the dark of night is all around me;

-        my eyes are closed, and I am half asleep.

-        My wife breathes gently at my side.

-

-        But once again this old dream is within me,

-        and I am on the threshold waiting,

-        wondering, pleased, and fearful.

-        Where do those doors lead,

-        what rooms lie beyond them?

-        I venture. . . .

-

-        But my baby moves and tosses

-        from side to side,

-        and her need calls me to her.

-

-        Now I stand awake, unseeing,

-        in the dark,

-        and I move towards her cot. . . .

-        I shall not reach her . . . There is no direction. . . .

-        I shall walk on. . . .

-

-                                                     F. S. FLINT

-

-

-

-

-                                  III

-

-

-                  Immortal? . . . No,

-                  they cannot be, these people,

-                  nor I.

-

-                  Tired faces,

-                  eyes that have never seen the world,

-                  bodies that have never lived in air,

-                  lips that have never minted speech,

-                  they are the clipped and garbled,

-                  blocking the highway.

-                  They swarm and eddy

-                  between the banks of glowing shops

-                  towards the red meat,

-                  the potherbs,

-                  the cheapjacks,

-                  or surge in

-                  before the swift rush

-                  of the clanging trams,—

-                  pitiful, ugly, mean,

-                  encumbering.

-

-                  Immortal? . . .

-                  In a wood,

-                  watching the shadow of a bird

-                  leap from frond to frond of bracken,

-                  I am immortal.

-

-                  But these?

-

-                                           F. S. FLINT

-

-

-

-

-                                   IV

-

-

-                    The grass is beneath my head;

-                    and I gaze

-                    at the thronging stars

-                    in the night.

-

-                    They fall . . . they fall. . . .

-                    I am overwhelmed,

-                    and afraid.

-

-                    Each leaf of the aspen

-                    is caressed by the wind,

-                    and each is crying.

-

-                    And the perfume

-                    of invisible roses

-                    deepens the anguish.

-

-                    Let a strong mesh of roots

-                    feed the crimson of roses

-                    upon my heart;

-                    and then fold over the hollow

-                    where all the pain was.

-

-                                         F. S. FLINT

-

-

-

-

-                                   V

-

-

-               Under the lily shadow

-               and the gold

-               and the blue and mauve

-               that the whin and the lilac

-               pour down on the water,

-               the fishes quiver.

-

-               Over the green cold leaves

-               and the rippled silver

-               and the tarnished copper

-               of its neck and beak,

-               toward the deep black water

-               beneath the arches,

-               the swan floats slowly.

-

-               Into the dark of the arch the swan floats

-               and into the black depth of my sorrow

-               it bears a white rose of flame.

-

-                                             F. S. FLINT

-

-

-

-

-                               NOCTURNES

-

-

-                                   I

-

-                  Thy feet,

-                  That are like little, silver birds,

-                  Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;

-                  Therefore I will follow thee,

-                  Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,

-                  Upon any path will I follow thee,

-                  For the light of thy beauty

-                  Shines before me like a torch.

-

-

-                                   II

-

-                  Thy feet are white

-                  Upon the foam of the sea;

-                  Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,

-                  Lest I stumble,

-                  And into deep waters.

-

-

-                                  III

-

-                  Long have I been

-                  But the Singer beneath thy Casement,

-                  And now I am weary.

-                  I am sick with longing,

-                  O my Belovéd;

-                  Therefore bear me with thee

-                  Swiftly

-                  Upon our road.

-

-

-                                   IV

-

-                  With the net of thy hair

-                  Thou hast fished in the sea,

-                  And a strange fish

-                  Hast thou caught in thy net;

-                  For thy hair,

-                  Belovéd,

-                  Holdeth my heart

-                  Within its web of gold.

-

-

-                                   V

-

-                  I am weary with love, and thy lips

-                  Are night-born poppies.

-                  Give me therefore thy lips

-                  That I may know sleep.

-

-

-                                   VI

-

-                  I am weary with longing,

-                  I am faint with love;

-                  For upon my head has the moonlight

-                  Fallen

-                  As a sword.

-

-                                      SKIPWITH CANNÉLL

-

-

-

-

-                              IN A GARDEN

-

-

-        Gushing from the mouths of stone men

-        To spread at ease under the sky

-        In granite-lipped basins,

-        Where iris dabble their feet

-        And rustle to a passing wind,

-        The water fills the garden with its rushing,

-        In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.

-

-        Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,

-        Where trickle and plash the fountains,

-        Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.

-

-        Splashing down moss-tarnished steps

-        It falls, the water;

-        And the air is throbbing with it;

-        With its gurgling and running;

-        With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.

-

-        And I wished for night and you.

-        I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,

-        White and shining in the silver-flecked water.

-        While the moon rode over the garden,

-        High in the arch of night,

-        And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.

-

-        Night and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!

-

-                                                      AMY LOWELL

-

-

-

-

-                                POSTLUDE

-

-

-                Now that I have cooled to you

-                Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,

-                Temples soothed by the sun to ruin

-                That sleep utterly.

-                Give me hand for the dances,

-                Ripples at Philæ, in and out,

-                And lips, my Lesbian,

-                Wall flowers that once were flame.

-

-                Your hair is my Carthage

-                And my arms the bow

-                And our words arrows

-                To shoot the stars,

-                Who from that misty sea

-                Swarm to destroy us.

-                But you’re there beside me

-                Oh, how shall I defy you

-                Who wound me in the night

-                With breasts shining

-                Like Venus and like Mars?

-                The night that is shouting Jason

-                When the loud eaves rattle

-                As with waves above me

-                Blue at the prow of my desire!

-                O prayers in the dark!

-                O incense to Poseidon!

-                Calm in Atlantis.

-

-                                WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

-

-

-

-

-                             I HEAR AN ARMY

-

-

-     I hear an army charging upon the land,

-     And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:

-     Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,

-     Disdaining the rains, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.

-

-     They cry into the night their battle name:

-     I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.

-     They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,

-     Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

-

-     They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair:

-     They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.

-     My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?

-     My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

-

-                                                       JAMES JOYCE

-

-

-

-

-                                 ΔΏΡΙΑ

-

-

-               Be in me as the eternal moods

-                         of the bleak wind, and not

-               As transient things are—

-                         gaiety of flowers.

-               Have me in the strong loneliness

-                         of sunless cliffs

-               And of grey waters.

-                         Let the gods speak softly of us

-               In days hereafter,

-                         The shadowy flowers of Orcus

-               Remember Thee.

-

-                                              EZRA POUND

-

-

-

-

-                               THE RETURN

-

-

-               See, they return; ah, see the tentative

-               Movements, and the slow feet,

-               The trouble in the pace and the uncertain

-               Wavering!

-

-               See, they return, one, and by one,

-               With fear, as half-awakened;

-               As if the snow should hesitate

-               And murmur in the wind

-                               and half turn back;

-               These were the “Wing’d-with-Awe,”

-                         Inviolable.

-

-               Gods of the winged shoe!

-               With them the silver hounds

-                               sniffing the trace of air!

-               Haie! Haie!

-                         These were the swift to harry;

-               These the keen-scented;

-               These were the souls of blood.

-

-               Slow on the leash,

-                               pallid the leash-men!

-

-                                               EZRA POUND

-

-

-

-

-                            AFTER CH’U YUAN

-

-

-         I will get me to the wood

-         Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,

-         By the silver-blue flood move others with ivory cars.

-         There come forth many maidens

-                 to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend.

-         For there are leopards drawing the cars.

-

-         I will walk in the glade,

-         I will come out of the new thicket

-                 and accost the procession of maidens.

-

-                                                    EZRA POUND

-

-

-

-

-                                LIU CH’E

-

-

-           The rustling of the silk is discontinued,

-           Dust drifts over the courtyard,

-           There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves

-           Scurry into heaps and lie still,

-           And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:

-

-           A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.

-

-                                                  EZRA POUND.

-

-

-

-

-                    FAN-PIECE FOR HER IMPERIAL LORD

-

-

-              O fan of white silk,

-                        clear as frost on the grass-blade,

-              You also are laid aside.

-

-                                                EZRA POUND

-

-

-

-

-                              TS’AI CHI’H

-

-

-               The petals fall in the fountain,

-                         the orange coloured rose-leaves,

-               Their ochre clings to the stone.

-                                              EZRA POUND.

-

-

-

-

-                     IN THE LITTLE OLD MARKET-PLACE

-

-                       _(To the Memory of A. V.)_

-

-

- It rains, it rains,

- From gutters and drains

- And gargoyles and gables:

- It drips from the tables

- That tell us the tolls upon grains,

- Oxen, asses, sheep, turkeys and fowls

- Set into the rain-soaked wall

- Of the old Town Hall.

-

- The mountains being so tall

- And forcing the town on the river,

- The market’s so small

- That, with the wet cobbles, dark arches and all,

- The owls

- (For in dark rainy weather the owls fly out

- Well before four), so the owls

- In the gloom

- Have too little room

- And brush by the saint on the fountain

- In veering about.

-

- The poor saint on the fountain!

- Supported by plaques of the giver

- To whom we’re beholden;

- His name was de Sales

- And his wife’s name von Mangel.

-

- (Now is he a saint or archangel?)

- He stands on a dragon

- On a ball, on a column

- Gazing up at the vines on the mountain:

- And his falchion is golden

- And his wings are all golden.

- He bears golden scales

- And in spite of the coils of his dragon, without hint of alarm or

-    invective

- Looks up at the mists on the mountain.

-

- (Now what saint or archangel

- Stands winged on a dragon,

- Bearing golden scales and a broad bladed sword all golden?

- Alas, my knowledge

- Of all the saints of the college,

- Of all these glimmering, olden

- Sacred and misty stories

- Of angels and saints and old glories . . .

- Is sadly defective.)

- The poor saint on the fountain . . .

-

- On top of his column

- Gazes up sad and solemn.

- But is it towards the top of the mountain

- Where the spindrifty haze is

- That he gazes?

- Or is it into the casement

- Where the girl sits sewing?

- There’s no knowing.

-

- Hear it rain!

- And from eight leaden pipes in the ball he stands on

- That has eight leaden and copper bands on,

- There gurgle and drain

- Eight driblets of water down into the basin.

-

- And he stands on his dragon

- And the girl sits sewing

- High, very high in her casement

- And before her are many geraniums in a parket

- All growing and blowing

- In box upon box

- From the gables right down to the basement

- With frescoes and carvings and paint . . .

-

- The poor saint!

- It rains and it rains,

- In the market there isn’t an ox,

- And in all the emplacement

- For waggons there isn’t a waggon,

- Not a stall for a grape or a raisin,

- Not a soul in the market

- Save the saint on his dragon

- With the rain dribbling down in the basin,

- And the maiden that sews in the casement.

-

- They are still and alone,

- _Mutterseelens_ alone,

- And the rain dribbles down from his heels and his crown,

- From wet stone to wet stone.

- It’s grey as at dawn,

- And the owls, grey and fawn,

- Call from the little town hall

- With its arch in the wall,

- Where the fire-hooks are stored.

-

- From behind the flowers of her casement

- That’s all gay with the carvings and paint,

- The maiden gives a great yawn,

- But the poor saint—

- No doubt he’s as bored!

- Stands still on his column

- Uplifting his sword

- With never the ease of a yawn

- From wet dawn to wet dawn . . .

-

-                                                       FORD MADOX HUEFFER

-

-

-

-

-                   SCENTED LEAVES FROM A CHINESE JAR

-

-

-                       THE BITTER PURPLE WILLOWS

-

-Meditating on the glory of illustrious lineage I lifted up my eyes and

-beheld the bitter purple willows growing round the tombs of the exalted

-Mings.

-

-                             THE GOLD FISH

-

-                  Like a breath from hoarded musk,

-                  Like the golden fins that move

-                  Where the tank’s green shadows part—

-                  Living flames out of the dusk—

-                  Are the lightning throbs of love

-                  In the passionate lover’s heart.

-

-                          THE INTOXICATED POET

-

-A poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue, spoke thus: “More

-fragrant than the heliotrope, which blooms all the year round, better

-than vermilion letters on tablets of sendal, are thy kisses, thou shy

-one!”

-

-                              THE JONQUILS

-

-I have heard that a certain princess, when she found that she had been

-married by a demon, wove a wreath of jonquils and sent it to the lover

-of former days.

-

-                              THE MERMAID

-

-The sailor boy who leant over the side of the Junk of Many Pearls, and

-combed the green tresses of the sea with his ivory fingers, believing

-that he had heard the voice of a mermaid, cast his body down between the

-waves.

-

-                           THE MIDDLE KINGDOM

-

-The emperors of fourteen dynasties, clad in robes of yellow silk

-embroidered with the Dragon, wearing gold diadems set with pearls and

-rubies, and seated on thrones of incomparable ivory, have ruled over the

-Middle Kingdom for four thousand years.

-

-                             THE MILKY WAY

-

-My mother taught me that every night a procession of junks carrying

-lanterns moves silently across the sky, and the water sprinkled from

-their paddles falls to the earth in the form of dew. I no longer believe

-that the stars are junks carrying lanterns, no longer that the dew is

-shaken from their oars.

-

-                             THE SEA-SHELL

-

-To the passionate lover, whose sighs come back to him on every breeze,

-all the world is like a murmuring sea-shell.

-

-                           THE SWALLOW TOWER

-

-Amid a landscape flickering with poplars, and netted by a silver stream,

-the Swallow Tower stands in the haunts of the sun. The winds out of the

-four quarters of heaven come to sigh around it, the clouds forsake the

-zenith to bathe it with continuous kisses. Against its sun-worn walls a

-sea of orchards breaks in white foam; and from the battlements the birds

-that flit below are seen like fishes in a green moat. The windows of the

-Tower stand open day and night; the winged Guests come when they please,

-and hold communication with the unknown Keeper of the Tower.

-

-                                                            ALLEN UPWARD

-

-

-

-

-                                THE ROSE

-

-

-I remember a day when I stood on the sea shore at Nice, holding a

-scarlet rose in my hands.

-

-The calm sea, caressed by the sun, was brightly garmented in blue,

-veiled in gold, and violet, verging on silver.

-

-Gently the waves lapped the shore, and scattering into pearls, emeralds

-and opals, hastened towards my feet with a monotonous, rhythmical sound,

-like the prolonged note of a single harp-string.

-

-High in the clear, blue-golden sky hung the great, burning disc of the

-sun.

-

-White seagulls hovered above the waves, now barely touching them with

-their snow-white breasts, now rising anew into the heights, like

-butterflies over the green meadows . . .

-

-Far in the east, a ship, trailing its smoke, glided slowly from sight as

-though it had foundered in the waste.

-

-I threw the rose into the sea, and watched it, caught in the wave,

-receding, red on the snow-white foam, paler on the emerald wave.

-

-And the sea continued to return it to me, again and again, at last no

-longer a flower, but strewn petals on restless water.

-

-So with the heart, and with all proud things. In the end nothing remains

-but a handful of petals of what was once a proud flower . . .

-

-                                          JOHN COURNOS after K. TETMAIER

-

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-

-

-                    TO HULME (T. E.) AND FITZGERALD

-

-

-                  Is there for feckless poverty

-                  That grins at ye for a’ that!

-                  A hired slave to none am I,

-                  But under-fed for a’ that;

-                  For a’ that and a’ that,

-                  The toils I shun and a’ that,

-                  My name but mocks the guinea stamp,

-                  And Pound’s dead broke for a’ that.

-

-                  Although my linen still is clean,

-                  My socks fine silk and a’ that,

-                  Although I dine and drink good wine—

-                  Say, twice a week, and a’ that;

-                  For a’ that and a’ that,

-                  My tinsel shows and a’ that,

-                  These breeks ’ll no last many weeks

-                  ’Gainst wear and tear and a’ that.

-

-                  Ye see this birkie ca’ed a bard,

-                  Wi’ cryptic eyes and a’ that,

-                  Aesthetic phrases by the yard;

-                  It’s but E. P. for a’ that,

-                  For a’ that and a’ that,

-                  My verses, books and a’ that,

-                  The man of independent means

-                  He looks and laughs at a’ that.

-

-                  One man will make a novelette

-                  And sell the same and a’ that.

-                  For verse nae man can siller get,

-                  Nae editor maun fa’ that.

-                  For a’ that and a’ that,

-                  Their royalties and a’ that,

-                  Wib time to loaf and will to write

-                  I’ll stick to rhyme for a’ that.

-

-                  And ye may prise and gang your ways

-                  Wi’ pity, sneers and a’ that,

-                  I know my trade and God has made

-                  Some men to rhyme and a’ that,

-                  For a’ that and a’ that,

-                  I maun gang on for a’ that

-                  Wi’ verse to verse until the hearse

-                  Carts off me wame and a’ that.

-

-WRITTEN FOR THE CENACLE OF 1909 VIDE INTRODUCTION TO “THE COMPLETE

-POETICAL WORKS OF T. E. HULME,” PUBLISHED AT THE END OF “RIPOSTES.”

-

-

-

-

-                       VATES, THE SOCIAL REFORMER

-

-

-          What shall be said of him, this cock-o’-hoop?

-          (I’m just a trifle bored, dear God of mine,

-          Dear unknown God, dear chicken-pox of Heaven,

-          I’m bored I say), But still—my social friend—

-          (One has to be familiar in one’s discourse)

-          While he was puffing out his jets of wit

-          Over his swollen-bellied pipe, one thinks,

-          One thinks, you know, of quite a lot of things.

-

-          (Dear unknown God, dear, queer-faced God,

-          Queer, queer, queer, queer-faced God,

-          You blanky God, be quiet for half minute,

-          And when I’ve shut up Rates, and sat on Naboth,

-          I’ll tell you half a dozen things or so.)

-

-          There goes a flock of starlings—

-          Now half a dozen years ago,

-          (Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)

-          I should have hove my sporting air-gun up

-          And blazed away—and now I let ’em go—

-          It’s odd how one changes;

-          Yes, that’s High Germany.

-

-          But still, when he was smiling like a Chinese queen,

-          Looking as queer (I do assure you, God)

-          As any Chinese queen I ever saw;

-          And tiddle-whiddle-whiddling about prose,

-          Trying to quiz a mutton-headed poetaster,

-          And choking all the time with politics—

-          Why then I say, I contemplated him

-          And marveled (God! I marveled,

-          Write it in prose, dear God. Yes, in red ink.)

-          And marveled, as I said,

-          At the stupendous quantity of mind

-          And the amazing quality thereof.

-

-          Dear God of mine,

-          It’s really most amazing, doncherknow,

-          But really, God, I _can’t_ get off the mark;

-          Look here, you queer-faced God,

-          This fellow makes me sick with all his talk,

-          His ha’penny gibes at Celtic bards

-          And followers of Dante—honest folk!—

-          Because, dear God, the rotten beggar goes

-          And makes a Chinese blue-stocking

-          From half-digested dreams of Munich-air.

-          And then—God, why should I write it down?—

-          But Rates and Naboth

-          Aren’t half such silly fools as he is (God)

-          For they are frankly asinine,

-          While he pretends to sanity,

-          Modernity, (dear God, dear God).

-

-          It’s bad enough, dear God of mine,

-          That you have set me down in London town,

-          Endowed me with a tattered velvet coat,

-          Soft collar and black hat and Greek ambitions;

-          You might have left me there.

-

-          But now you send

-          This “vates” here, this sage social reformer

-          (Yes, God, you rotten Roman Catholic)

-          To put his hypothetical conceptions

-          Of what a poor young poetaster would think

-          Into his own damned shape, and then to attack it

-          To his own great contemplative satisfaction.

-          What have I done, O God,

-          That so much bitterness should flop on me?

-          Social Reformer! That’s the beggar’s name.

-          He’d have me write bad novels like himself.

-

-          Yes, God, I know it’s after closing time;

-          And yes, I know I’ve smoked his cigarettes;

-          But watch that sparrow on the fountain in the rain.

-          How half a dozen years ago,

-          (Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)

-          I should have hove my sporting air-gun up

-          And blazed away—and now I let him go—

-          It’s odd how one changes;

-          Yes, that’s High Germany.

-

-                                                         R. A.

-

-

-

-

-              FRAGMENTS ADDRESSED BY CLEARCHUS H. TO ALDI

-

-

-                                Πωετριε

-                          Πρικε φιφτεεν κενξ

-                                          π. 43

-

-         Ἰ ἁυε σατ ἑρε ἁρριε ἰν μι ἀρμχαιρ

-                   (πύτνηβυς, πύτνηβυς) (1)

-         ὐατχινγ θε στιλλ Ηουνδ ἀνδ θε κιδ

-         ὐιθ θε δαρκ ἁιρ

-         ὑιχ θε ὐινδ ὀφ μι ὐπραισεδ ὐοικε

-         τορε λικε ἀ γρεεν ματτεδ μεσς

-                   (Ὠ ἄνδρες Ἀθηναῖοι) (2)

-         ὀφ ὐετ κοβυεβς ἀνδ σεαυεεδ ἀτ τυιλιγτ,

-         βυτ τὁυγ Ἰ γρεατλιε δελιγτεδ

-                   (ἠράμαν μὲν ἐγὼ σέθεν, Ἀλδί, πάλαι πότα) (3)

-         ἰν θησε ἀνδ θε Ἐζρα ὑισκέρς

-         τἁτ ὑιχ σετς με νιρεστ το ὐεεπινγ

-                   (ὁ δὲ Κλέαρχος εἶπε) (4)

-         ἰς θε κλασσικαλ ῥυθμ ὀφ θε ραρε σπεεχες,

-         Ὠ θε ὐνσπωκεν σπεεχες

-         Ἑλλενικ.

-

-        NOTES. (1) A vehicle conducting passengers from Athens,

-                   the capital of Greece, to the temple of the winds,

-                   which stands in a respectable suburb.

-               (2) Rendered by Butler, “O God! O Montreal!”

-               (3) Sappho!!!!!!

-               (4) Xenophon’s Anabasis.

-                                                           F. M. H.

-

-

-                                Pôetrie

-                          Prike phiphteen kenx

-                                           p. 43

-

-             I haue sat here harrie in mi armchair

-                       (putnêbus, putnêbus) (1)

-             uatching the still Êound and the kid

-             uith the dark hair

-             huich the uind oph mi upraised uoike

-             tore like a green matted mess

-                       (Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)

-             oph uet kobuebs and seaueed at tuiligt,

-             but thoug I greatlie deligted

-                       (êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)

-             in thêse and the Ezra huiskers

-             that huich sets me nirest to ueeping

-                       (ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)

-             is the klassikal rhythm oph the rare speeches,

-             Ô the unspôken speeches

-             Hellenik.

-

-

-                                 Poetry

-                          Price fifteen cents

-                                           p. 43

-

-             I have sat here Harry in my armchair

-                       (Putney-bus, Putney-bus) (1)

-             watching the still hound and the kid

-             with the dark hair

-             which the wind of my upraised voice

-             tore like a green matted mess

-                       (Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)

-             of wet cobwebs and seaweed at twilight,

-             but though I greatly delighted

-                       (êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)

-             in these and the Ezra whiskers

-             that which sets me nearest to weeping

-                       (ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)

-             is the classical rhythm of the rare speeches,

-             O the unspoken speeches

-             Hellenic.

-

-

-

-

-                              BIBLIOGRAPHY

-

-

-F. S. FLINT—“The Net of the Stars.” Published by Elkin Mathews, 4 Cork

-    St., London, W.

-

-EZRA POUND—Collected Poems (Personae, Exultations, Canzoni, Ripostes).

-    Published by Elkin Mathews.

-

-TRANSLATIONS:

-

-        “The Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti.” Published by

-        Small, Maynard & Co., Boston.

-

-        The Canzoni of Arnaut Daniel. R. F. Seymour & Co., Fine Arts

-        Bldg., Chicago.

-

-PROSE:

-

-    “The Spirit of Romance.” A study of mediaeval poetry. Dent & Sons.

-        London.

-

-FORD MADOX HUEFFER—“Collected Poems.” Published by Max Goschen, 20 Gt.

-    Russel St., London. Forty volumes of prose with various publishers.

-

-ALLEN UPWARD—Author of “The New Word,” “The Divine Mystery,” etc., etc.

-

-        The “Scented Leaves” appears in “Poetry” for September 1913.

-

-WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS—“The Tempers.” Published by Elkin Mathews.

-

-AMY LOWELL—“A Dome of Many Coloured Glass.” Published by Houghton,

-    Mifflin, Boston.

-

-

-

-

-                          Transcriber's Notes

-

-On page 37, "popies" was replaced by "poppies".

-

-The humorous poem written with Greek characters on page 62 has also been

-rendered in their Latin equivalents for the benefit of those who cannot

-pronounce the Greek and also in Latin look-alikes. It appears that, in

-the first line, the rho's should have been pi's, making the 5th word

-=ἁππιε= or =happie=; it was left as printed. Or, this might have been

-addressed to the editor of "Poetry" whose name was Harriet Monroe.

-

-Minor typographical errors have been corrected without comment.

-

-

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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 50782 ***
+
+                             DES IMAGISTES
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+             «Καὶ κείνα Σικελά, καὶ ἐν Αἰτναίαισιν ἔπαιζεν
+             ἀόσι, καὶ μέλος ᾖδε τὸ Δώριον.»
+                                          Επιτάφιος Βίωνος
+
+                        “And she also was of Sikilia and was gay in
+                          the valleys of Ætna, and knew the Doric
+                          singing.”
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                             DES IMAGISTES
+
+                              AN ANTHOLOGY
+
+
+
+
+
+
+                                NEW YORK
+                        ALBERT AND CHARLES BONI
+                            96 FIFTH AVENUE
+                                  1914
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                            Copyright, 1914
+                                   By
+                        Albert and Charles Boni
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                CONTENTS
+
+
+ RICHARD ALDINGTON
+     Choricos       7
+     To a Greek Marble       10
+     Au Vieux Jardin       11
+     Lesbia       12
+     Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch       13
+     Argyria       14
+     In the Via Sestina       15
+     The River       16
+     Bromios       17
+     To Atthis       19
+
+ H. D.
+     Sitalkas       20
+     Hermes of the Ways I       21
+     Hermes of the Ways II       22
+     Priapus       24
+     Acon       26
+     Hermonax       28
+     Epigram       30
+
+ F. S. FLINT
+     I       31
+     II Hallucination       32
+     III       33
+     IV       34
+     V The Swan       35
+
+ SKIPWITH CANNÉLL
+     Nocturnes       36
+
+ AMY LOWELL
+     In a Garden       38
+
+ WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
+     Postlude       39
+
+ JAMES JOYCE
+     I Hear an Army       40
+
+ EZRA POUND
+     Δώρια       41
+     The Return       42
+     After Ch’u Yuan       43
+     Liu Ch’e       44
+     Fan-Piece for Her Imperial Lord       45
+     Ts’ai Chi’h       46
+
+ FORD MADOX HUEFFER
+     In the Little Old Market-Place       47
+
+ ALLEN UPWARD
+     Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar       51
+
+ JOHN COURNOS after K. TETMAIER
+     The Rose       54
+
+ DOCUMENTS
+     To Hulme (T. E.) and Fitzgerald       57
+     Vates, the Social Reformer       59
+     Fragments Addressed by Clearchus H. to Aldi       62
+
+ _Bibliography_       63
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                CHORICOS
+
+
+           The ancient songs
+           Pass deathward mournfully.
+
+           Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,
+           Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and wings—
+           Symbols of ancient songs
+           Mournfully passing
+           Down to the great white surges,
+           Watched of none
+           Save the frail sea-birds
+           And the lithe pale girls,
+           Daughters of Okeanus.
+
+           And the songs pass
+           From the green land
+           Which lies upon the waves as a leaf
+           On the flowers of hyacinth;
+           And they pass from the waters,
+           The manifold winds and the dim moon,
+           And they come,
+           Silently winging through soft Kimmerian dusk,
+           To the quiet level lands
+           That she keeps for us all,
+           That she wrought for us all for sleep
+           In the silver days of the earth’s dawning—
+           Proserpina, daughter of Zeus.
+
+           And we turn from the Kuprian’s breasts,
+           And we turn from thee,
+           Phoibos Apollon,
+           And we turn from the music of old
+           And the hills that we loved and the meads,
+           And we turn from the fiery day,
+           And the lips that were over sweet;
+           For silently
+           Brushing the fields with red-shod feet,
+           With purple robe
+           Searing the flowers as with a sudden flame,
+           Death,
+           Thou hast come upon us.
+
+           And of all the ancient songs
+           Passing to the swallow-blue halls
+           By the dark streams of Persephone,
+           This only remains:
+           That we turn to thee,
+           Death,
+           That we turn to thee, singing
+           One last song.
+
+           O Death,
+           Thou art an healing wind
+           That blowest over white flowers
+           A-tremble with dew;
+           Thou art a wind flowing
+           Over dark leagues of lonely sea;
+           Thou art the dusk and the fragrance;
+           Thou art the lips of love mournfully smiling;
+           Thou art the pale peace of one
+           Satiate with old desires;
+           Thou art the silence of beauty,
+           And we look no more for the morning
+           We yearn no more for the sun,
+           Since with thy white hands,
+           Death,
+           Thou crownest us with the pallid chaplets,
+           The slim colourless poppies
+           Which in thy garden alone
+           Softly thou gatherest.
+
+           And silently,
+           And with slow feet approaching,
+           And with bowed head and unlit eyes,
+           We kneel before thee:
+           And thou, leaning towards us,
+           Caressingly layest upon us
+           Flowers from thy thin cold hands,
+           And, smiling as a chaste woman
+           Knowing love in her heart,
+           Thou sealest our eyes
+           And the illimitable quietude
+           Comes gently upon us.
+
+                                            RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                           TO A GREEK MARBLE
+
+
+                 Πότνια, πότνια
+                 White grave goddess,
+                 Pity my sadness,
+                 O silence of Paros.
+
+                 I am not of these about thy feet,
+                 These garments and decorum;
+                 I am thy brother,
+                 Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,
+                 And thou hearest me not.
+
+                 I have whispered thee in thy solitudes
+                 Of our loves in Phrygia,
+                 The far ecstasy of burning noons
+                 When the fragile pipes
+                 Ceased in the cypress shade,
+                 And the brown fingers of the shepherd
+                 Moved over slim shoulders;
+                 And only the cicada sang.
+
+                 I have told thee of the hills
+                 And the lisp of reeds
+                 And the sun upon thy breasts,
+
+                 And thou hearest me not,
+                 Πότνια, πότνια,
+                 Thou hearest me not.
+
+                                      RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                            AU VIEUX JARDIN
+
+
+        I have sat here happy in the gardens,
+        Watching the still pool and the reeds
+        And the dark clouds
+        Which the wind of the upper air
+        Tore like the green leafy boughs
+        Of the divers-hued trees of late summer;
+        But though I greatly delight
+        In these and the water lilies,
+        That which sets me nighest to weeping
+        Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flag-stones,
+        And the pale yellow grasses
+        Among them.
+
+                                              RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                                 LESBIA
+
+
+             Use no more speech now;
+             Let the silence spread gold hair above us
+             Fold on delicate fold;
+             You had the ivory of my life to carve.
+             Use no more speech.
+                           .   .   .   .
+
+             And Picus of Mirandola is dead;
+             And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,
+             Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,
+             Rotten and dank.
+                           .   .   .   .
+
+             And through it all I see your pale Greek face;
+             Tenderness makes me as eager as a little child
+             To love you
+
+             You morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.
+
+                                          RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                   BEAUTY THOU HAST HURT ME OVERMUCH
+
+
+                      The light is a wound to me.
+                      The soft notes
+                      Feed upon the wound.
+
+                      Where wert thou born
+                      O thou woe
+                      That consumest my life?
+                      Whither comest thou?
+
+                      Toothed wind of the seas,
+                      No man knows thy beginning.
+                      As a bird with strong claws
+                      Thou woundest me,
+                      O beautiful sorrow.
+
+                                RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                                ARGYRIA
+
+
+             O you,
+             O you most fair,
+             Swayer of reeds, whisperer
+             Among the flowering rushes,
+             You have hidden your hands
+             Beneath the poplar leaves,
+             You have given them to the white waters.
+
+             Swallow-fleet,
+             Sea-child cold from waves,
+             Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,
+             White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;
+             Pan mourns for you.
+
+             White limbs, white song,
+             Pan mourns for you.
+
+                                          RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                           IN THE VIA SESTINA
+
+
+                O daughter of Isis,
+                Thou standest beside the wet highway
+                Of this decayed Rome,
+                A manifest harlot.
+
+                Straight and slim art thou
+                As a marble phallus;
+                Thy face is the face of Isis
+                Carven
+
+                As she is carven in basalt.
+                And my heart stops with awe
+                At the presence of the gods,
+
+                There beside thee on the stall of images
+                Is the head of Osiris
+                Thy lord.
+
+                                       RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                               THE RIVER
+
+
+                                   I
+
+               I drifted along the river
+               Until I moored my boat
+               By these crossed trunks.
+
+               Here the mist moves
+               Over fragile leaves and rushes,
+               Colourless waters and brown fading hills.
+
+               She has come from beneath the trees,
+               Moving within the mist,
+               A floating leaf.
+
+                                  II
+
+               O blue flower of the evening,
+               You have touched my face
+               With your leaves of silver.
+
+               Love me for I must depart.
+
+                                       RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                                BROMIOS
+
+
+             The withered bonds are broken.
+             The waxed reeds and the double pipe
+             Clamour about me;
+             The hot wind swirls
+             Through the red pine trunks.
+
+             Io! the fauns and the satyrs.
+             The touch of their shagged curled fur
+             And blunt horns!
+
+             They have wine in heavy craters
+             Painted black and red;
+             Wine to splash on her white body.
+             Io!
+             She shrinks from the cold shower—
+             Afraid, afraid!
+
+             Let the Maenads break through the myrtles
+             And the boughs of the rohododaphnai.
+             Let them tear the quick deers’ flesh.
+             Ah, the cruel, exquisite fingers!
+
+             Io!
+             I have brought you the brown clusters,
+             The ivy-boughs and pine-cones.
+
+             Your breasts are cold sea-ripples,
+             But they smell of the warm grasses.
+
+             Throw wide the chiton and the peplum,
+             Maidens of the Dew.
+             Beautiful are your bodies, O Maenads,
+             Beautiful the sudden folds,
+             The vanishing curves of the white linen
+             About you.
+
+             Io!
+             Hear the rich laughter of the forest,
+             The cymbals,
+             The trampling of the panisks and the centaurs.
+
+                                         RICHARD ALDINGTON.
+
+
+
+
+                               TO ATTHIS
+
+            (_After the Manuscript of Sappho now in Berlin_)
+
+           Atthis, far from me and dear Mnasidika,
+           Dwells in Sardis;
+           Many times she was near us
+           So that we lived life well
+           Like the far-famed goddess
+           Whom above all things music delighted.
+
+           And now she is first among the Lydian women
+           As the mighty sun, the rose-fingered moon,
+           Beside the great stars.
+
+           And the light fades from the bitter sea
+           And in like manner from the rich-blossoming earth;
+           And the dew is shed upon the flowers,
+           Rose and soft meadow-sweet
+           And many-coloured melilote.
+
+           Many things told are remembered of sterile Atthis.
+
+           I yearn to behold thy delicate soul
+           To satiate my desire.  .  .  .
+             .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .
+
+                                            RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                                SITALKAS
+
+
+                     Thou art come at length
+                     More beautiful
+                     Than any cool god
+                     In a chamber under
+                     Lycia’s far coast,
+                     Than any high god
+                     Who touches us not
+                     Here in the seeded grass.
+                     Aye, than Argestes
+                     Scattering the broken leaves.
+
+                                             H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                           HERMES OF THE WAYS
+
+
+                                   I
+
+                   The hard sand breaks,
+                   And the grains of it
+                   Are clear as wine.
+
+                   Far off over the leagues of it,
+                   The wind,
+                   Playing on the wide shore,
+                   Piles little ridges,
+                   And the great waves
+                   Break over it.
+
+                   But more than the many-foamed ways
+                   Of the sea,
+                   I know him
+                   Of the triple path-ways,
+                   Hermes,
+                   Who awaiteth.
+
+                   Dubious,
+                   Facing three ways,
+                   Welcoming wayfarers,
+                   He whom the sea-orchard
+                   Shelters from the west,
+                   From the east
+                   Weathers sea-wind;
+                   Fronts the great dunes.
+
+                   Wind rushes
+                   Over the dunes,
+                   And the coarse, salt-crusted grass
+                   Answers.
+
+                   Heu,
+                   It whips round my ankles!
+
+                                   II
+
+                   Small is
+                   This white stream,
+                   Flowing below ground
+                   From the poplar-shaded hill,
+                   But the water is sweet.
+
+                   Apples on the small trees
+                   Are hard,
+                   Too small,
+                   Too late ripened
+                   By a desperate sun
+                   That struggles through sea-mist.
+
+                   The boughs of the trees
+                   Are twisted
+                   By many bafflings;
+                   Twisted are
+                   The small-leafed boughs.
+                   But the shadow of them
+                   Is not the shadow of the mast head
+                   Nor of the torn sails.
+
+                   Hermes, Hermes,
+                   The great sea foamed,
+                   Gnashed its teeth about me;
+                   But you have waited,
+                   Where sea-grass tangles with
+                   Shore-grass.
+
+                                                H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                PRIAPUS
+
+                          _Keeper-of-Orchards_
+
+
+                 I saw the first pear
+                 As it fell.
+                 The honey-seeking, golden-banded,
+                 The yellow swarm
+                 Was not more fleet than I,
+                 (Spare us from loveliness!)
+                 And I fell prostrate,
+                 Crying,
+                 Thou hast flayed us with thy blossoms;
+                 Spare us the beauty
+                 Of fruit-trees!
+
+                 The honey-seeking
+                 Paused not,
+                 The air thundered their song,
+                 And I alone was prostrate.
+
+                 O rough-hewn
+                 God of the orchard,
+                 I bring thee an offering;
+                 Do thou, alone unbeautiful
+                 (Son of the god),
+                 Spare us from loveliness.
+
+                 The fallen hazel-nuts,
+                 Stripped late of their green sheaths,
+                 The grapes, red-purple,
+                 Their berries
+                 Dripping with wine,
+                 Pomegranates already broken,
+                 And shrunken fig,
+                 And quinces untouched,
+                 I bring thee as offering.
+
+                                                  H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                  ACON
+
+                  (_After Joannes Baptista Amaltheus_)
+
+
+                                   I
+
+              Bear me to Dictaeus,
+              And to the steep slopes;
+              To the river Erymanthus.
+
+              I choose spray of dittany,
+              Cyperum frail of flower,
+              Buds of myrrh,
+              All-healing herbs,
+              Close pressed in calathes.
+
+              For she lies panting,
+              Drawing sharp breath,
+              Broken with harsh sobs,
+              She, Hyella,
+              Whom no god pitieth.
+
+                                   II
+
+              Dryads,
+              Haunting the groves,
+              Nereids,
+              Who dwell in wet caves,
+              For all the whitish leaves of olive-branch,
+              And early roses,
+              And ivy wreathes, woven gold berries,
+              Which she once brought to your altars,
+              Bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia,
+              And Assyrian wine
+              To shatter her fever.
+
+              The light of her face falls from its flower,
+              As a hyacinth,
+              Hidden in a far valley,
+              Perishes upon burnt grass.
+
+              Pales,
+              Bring gifts,
+              Bring your Phoenician stuffs,
+              And do you, fleet-footed nymphs,
+              Bring offerings,
+              Illyrian iris,
+              And a branch of shrub,
+              And frail-headed poppies.
+
+                                                     H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                HERMONAX
+
+
+                Gods of the sea;
+                Ino,
+                Leaving warm meads
+                For the green, grey-green fastnesses
+                Of the great deeps;
+                And Palemon,
+                Bright striker of sea-shaft,
+                Hear me.
+
+                Let all whom the sea loveth,
+                Come to its altar front,
+                And I
+                Who can offer no other sacrifice to thee
+                Bring this.
+
+                Broken by great waves,
+                The wavelets flung it here,
+                This sea-gliding creature,
+                This strange creature like a weed,
+                Covered with salt foam,
+                Torn from the hillocks
+                Of rock.
+
+                I, Hermonax,
+                Caster of nets,
+                Risking chance,
+                Plying the sea craft,
+                Came on it.
+
+                Thus to sea god
+                Cometh gift of sea wrack;
+                I, Hermonax, offer it
+                To thee, Ino,
+                And to Palemon.
+
+                                                   H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                EPIGRAM
+
+                          (_After the Greek_)
+
+
+               The golden one is gone from the banquets;
+               She, beloved of Atimetus,
+               The swallow, the bright Homonoea:
+               Gone the dear chatterer.
+
+                                                   H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                   I
+
+
+                     London, my beautiful,
+                     it is not the sunset
+                     nor the pale green sky
+                     shimmering through the curtain
+                     of the silver birch,
+                     nor the quietness;
+                     it is not the hopping
+                     of birds
+                     upon the lawn,
+                     nor the darkness
+                     stealing over all things
+                     that moves me.
+
+                     But as the moon creeps slowly
+                     over the tree-tops
+                     among the stars,
+                     I think of her
+                     and the glow her passing
+                     sheds on men.
+
+                     London, my beautiful,
+                     I will climb
+                     into the branches
+                     to the moonlit tree-tops,
+                     that my blood may be cooled
+                     by the wind.
+
+                                        F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                                   II
+
+
+        I know this room,
+        and there are corridors:
+        the pictures, I have seen before;
+        the statues and those gems in cases
+        I have wandered by before,—
+        stood there silent and lonely
+        in a dream of years ago.
+
+        I know the dark of night is all around me;
+        my eyes are closed, and I am half asleep.
+        My wife breathes gently at my side.
+
+        But once again this old dream is within me,
+        and I am on the threshold waiting,
+        wondering, pleased, and fearful.
+        Where do those doors lead,
+        what rooms lie beyond them?
+        I venture. . . .
+
+        But my baby moves and tosses
+        from side to side,
+        and her need calls me to her.
+
+        Now I stand awake, unseeing,
+        in the dark,
+        and I move towards her cot. . . .
+        I shall not reach her . . . There is no direction. . . .
+        I shall walk on. . . .
+
+                                                     F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                                  III
+
+
+                  Immortal? . . . No,
+                  they cannot be, these people,
+                  nor I.
+
+                  Tired faces,
+                  eyes that have never seen the world,
+                  bodies that have never lived in air,
+                  lips that have never minted speech,
+                  they are the clipped and garbled,
+                  blocking the highway.
+                  They swarm and eddy
+                  between the banks of glowing shops
+                  towards the red meat,
+                  the potherbs,
+                  the cheapjacks,
+                  or surge in
+                  before the swift rush
+                  of the clanging trams,—
+                  pitiful, ugly, mean,
+                  encumbering.
+
+                  Immortal? . . .
+                  In a wood,
+                  watching the shadow of a bird
+                  leap from frond to frond of bracken,
+                  I am immortal.
+
+                  But these?
+
+                                           F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                                   IV
+
+
+                    The grass is beneath my head;
+                    and I gaze
+                    at the thronging stars
+                    in the night.
+
+                    They fall . . . they fall. . . .
+                    I am overwhelmed,
+                    and afraid.
+
+                    Each leaf of the aspen
+                    is caressed by the wind,
+                    and each is crying.
+
+                    And the perfume
+                    of invisible roses
+                    deepens the anguish.
+
+                    Let a strong mesh of roots
+                    feed the crimson of roses
+                    upon my heart;
+                    and then fold over the hollow
+                    where all the pain was.
+
+                                         F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                                   V
+
+
+               Under the lily shadow
+               and the gold
+               and the blue and mauve
+               that the whin and the lilac
+               pour down on the water,
+               the fishes quiver.
+
+               Over the green cold leaves
+               and the rippled silver
+               and the tarnished copper
+               of its neck and beak,
+               toward the deep black water
+               beneath the arches,
+               the swan floats slowly.
+
+               Into the dark of the arch the swan floats
+               and into the black depth of my sorrow
+               it bears a white rose of flame.
+
+                                             F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                               NOCTURNES
+
+
+                                   I
+
+                  Thy feet,
+                  That are like little, silver birds,
+                  Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;
+                  Therefore I will follow thee,
+                  Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,
+                  Upon any path will I follow thee,
+                  For the light of thy beauty
+                  Shines before me like a torch.
+
+
+                                   II
+
+                  Thy feet are white
+                  Upon the foam of the sea;
+                  Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,
+                  Lest I stumble,
+                  And into deep waters.
+
+
+                                  III
+
+                  Long have I been
+                  But the Singer beneath thy Casement,
+                  And now I am weary.
+                  I am sick with longing,
+                  O my Belovéd;
+                  Therefore bear me with thee
+                  Swiftly
+                  Upon our road.
+
+
+                                   IV
+
+                  With the net of thy hair
+                  Thou hast fished in the sea,
+                  And a strange fish
+                  Hast thou caught in thy net;
+                  For thy hair,
+                  Belovéd,
+                  Holdeth my heart
+                  Within its web of gold.
+
+
+                                   V
+
+                  I am weary with love, and thy lips
+                  Are night-born poppies.
+                  Give me therefore thy lips
+                  That I may know sleep.
+
+
+                                   VI
+
+                  I am weary with longing,
+                  I am faint with love;
+                  For upon my head has the moonlight
+                  Fallen
+                  As a sword.
+
+                                      SKIPWITH CANNÉLL
+
+
+
+
+                              IN A GARDEN
+
+
+        Gushing from the mouths of stone men
+        To spread at ease under the sky
+        In granite-lipped basins,
+        Where iris dabble their feet
+        And rustle to a passing wind,
+        The water fills the garden with its rushing,
+        In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.
+
+        Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,
+        Where trickle and plash the fountains,
+        Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.
+
+        Splashing down moss-tarnished steps
+        It falls, the water;
+        And the air is throbbing with it;
+        With its gurgling and running;
+        With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.
+
+        And I wished for night and you.
+        I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,
+        White and shining in the silver-flecked water.
+        While the moon rode over the garden,
+        High in the arch of night,
+        And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.
+
+        Night and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!
+
+                                                      AMY LOWELL
+
+
+
+
+                                POSTLUDE
+
+
+                Now that I have cooled to you
+                Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
+                Temples soothed by the sun to ruin
+                That sleep utterly.
+                Give me hand for the dances,
+                Ripples at Philæ, in and out,
+                And lips, my Lesbian,
+                Wall flowers that once were flame.
+
+                Your hair is my Carthage
+                And my arms the bow
+                And our words arrows
+                To shoot the stars,
+                Who from that misty sea
+                Swarm to destroy us.
+                But you’re there beside me
+                Oh, how shall I defy you
+                Who wound me in the night
+                With breasts shining
+                Like Venus and like Mars?
+                The night that is shouting Jason
+                When the loud eaves rattle
+                As with waves above me
+                Blue at the prow of my desire!
+                O prayers in the dark!
+                O incense to Poseidon!
+                Calm in Atlantis.
+
+                                WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
+
+
+
+
+                             I HEAR AN ARMY
+
+
+     I hear an army charging upon the land,
+     And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:
+     Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
+     Disdaining the rains, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.
+
+     They cry into the night their battle name:
+     I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
+     They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
+     Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
+
+     They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair:
+     They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
+     My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
+     My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
+
+                                                       JAMES JOYCE
+
+
+
+
+                                 ΔΏΡΙΑ
+
+
+               Be in me as the eternal moods
+                         of the bleak wind, and not
+               As transient things are—
+                         gaiety of flowers.
+               Have me in the strong loneliness
+                         of sunless cliffs
+               And of grey waters.
+                         Let the gods speak softly of us
+               In days hereafter,
+                         The shadowy flowers of Orcus
+               Remember Thee.
+
+                                              EZRA POUND
+
+
+
+
+                               THE RETURN
+
+
+               See, they return; ah, see the tentative
+               Movements, and the slow feet,
+               The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
+               Wavering!
+
+               See, they return, one, and by one,
+               With fear, as half-awakened;
+               As if the snow should hesitate
+               And murmur in the wind
+                               and half turn back;
+               These were the “Wing’d-with-Awe,”
+                         Inviolable.
+
+               Gods of the winged shoe!
+               With them the silver hounds
+                               sniffing the trace of air!
+               Haie! Haie!
+                         These were the swift to harry;
+               These the keen-scented;
+               These were the souls of blood.
+
+               Slow on the leash,
+                               pallid the leash-men!
+
+                                               EZRA POUND
+
+
+
+
+                            AFTER CH’U YUAN
+
+
+         I will get me to the wood
+         Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,
+         By the silver-blue flood move others with ivory cars.
+         There come forth many maidens
+                 to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend.
+         For there are leopards drawing the cars.
+
+         I will walk in the glade,
+         I will come out of the new thicket
+                 and accost the procession of maidens.
+
+                                                    EZRA POUND
+
+
+
+
+                                LIU CH’E
+
+
+           The rustling of the silk is discontinued,
+           Dust drifts over the courtyard,
+           There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves
+           Scurry into heaps and lie still,
+           And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:
+
+           A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
+
+                                                  EZRA POUND.
+
+
+
+
+                    FAN-PIECE FOR HER IMPERIAL LORD
+
+
+              O fan of white silk,
+                        clear as frost on the grass-blade,
+              You also are laid aside.
+
+                                                EZRA POUND
+
+
+
+
+                              TS’AI CHI’H
+
+
+               The petals fall in the fountain,
+                         the orange coloured rose-leaves,
+               Their ochre clings to the stone.
+                                              EZRA POUND.
+
+
+
+
+                     IN THE LITTLE OLD MARKET-PLACE
+
+                       _(To the Memory of A. V.)_
+
+
+ It rains, it rains,
+ From gutters and drains
+ And gargoyles and gables:
+ It drips from the tables
+ That tell us the tolls upon grains,
+ Oxen, asses, sheep, turkeys and fowls
+ Set into the rain-soaked wall
+ Of the old Town Hall.
+
+ The mountains being so tall
+ And forcing the town on the river,
+ The market’s so small
+ That, with the wet cobbles, dark arches and all,
+ The owls
+ (For in dark rainy weather the owls fly out
+ Well before four), so the owls
+ In the gloom
+ Have too little room
+ And brush by the saint on the fountain
+ In veering about.
+
+ The poor saint on the fountain!
+ Supported by plaques of the giver
+ To whom we’re beholden;
+ His name was de Sales
+ And his wife’s name von Mangel.
+
+ (Now is he a saint or archangel?)
+ He stands on a dragon
+ On a ball, on a column
+ Gazing up at the vines on the mountain:
+ And his falchion is golden
+ And his wings are all golden.
+ He bears golden scales
+ And in spite of the coils of his dragon, without hint of alarm or
+    invective
+ Looks up at the mists on the mountain.
+
+ (Now what saint or archangel
+ Stands winged on a dragon,
+ Bearing golden scales and a broad bladed sword all golden?
+ Alas, my knowledge
+ Of all the saints of the college,
+ Of all these glimmering, olden
+ Sacred and misty stories
+ Of angels and saints and old glories . . .
+ Is sadly defective.)
+ The poor saint on the fountain . . .
+
+ On top of his column
+ Gazes up sad and solemn.
+ But is it towards the top of the mountain
+ Where the spindrifty haze is
+ That he gazes?
+ Or is it into the casement
+ Where the girl sits sewing?
+ There’s no knowing.
+
+ Hear it rain!
+ And from eight leaden pipes in the ball he stands on
+ That has eight leaden and copper bands on,
+ There gurgle and drain
+ Eight driblets of water down into the basin.
+
+ And he stands on his dragon
+ And the girl sits sewing
+ High, very high in her casement
+ And before her are many geraniums in a parket
+ All growing and blowing
+ In box upon box
+ From the gables right down to the basement
+ With frescoes and carvings and paint . . .
+
+ The poor saint!
+ It rains and it rains,
+ In the market there isn’t an ox,
+ And in all the emplacement
+ For waggons there isn’t a waggon,
+ Not a stall for a grape or a raisin,
+ Not a soul in the market
+ Save the saint on his dragon
+ With the rain dribbling down in the basin,
+ And the maiden that sews in the casement.
+
+ They are still and alone,
+ _Mutterseelens_ alone,
+ And the rain dribbles down from his heels and his crown,
+ From wet stone to wet stone.
+ It’s grey as at dawn,
+ And the owls, grey and fawn,
+ Call from the little town hall
+ With its arch in the wall,
+ Where the fire-hooks are stored.
+
+ From behind the flowers of her casement
+ That’s all gay with the carvings and paint,
+ The maiden gives a great yawn,
+ But the poor saint—
+ No doubt he’s as bored!
+ Stands still on his column
+ Uplifting his sword
+ With never the ease of a yawn
+ From wet dawn to wet dawn . . .
+
+                                                       FORD MADOX HUEFFER
+
+
+
+
+                   SCENTED LEAVES FROM A CHINESE JAR
+
+
+                       THE BITTER PURPLE WILLOWS
+
+Meditating on the glory of illustrious lineage I lifted up my eyes and
+beheld the bitter purple willows growing round the tombs of the exalted
+Mings.
+
+                             THE GOLD FISH
+
+                  Like a breath from hoarded musk,
+                  Like the golden fins that move
+                  Where the tank’s green shadows part—
+                  Living flames out of the dusk—
+                  Are the lightning throbs of love
+                  In the passionate lover’s heart.
+
+                          THE INTOXICATED POET
+
+A poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue, spoke thus: “More
+fragrant than the heliotrope, which blooms all the year round, better
+than vermilion letters on tablets of sendal, are thy kisses, thou shy
+one!”
+
+                              THE JONQUILS
+
+I have heard that a certain princess, when she found that she had been
+married by a demon, wove a wreath of jonquils and sent it to the lover
+of former days.
+
+                              THE MERMAID
+
+The sailor boy who leant over the side of the Junk of Many Pearls, and
+combed the green tresses of the sea with his ivory fingers, believing
+that he had heard the voice of a mermaid, cast his body down between the
+waves.
+
+                           THE MIDDLE KINGDOM
+
+The emperors of fourteen dynasties, clad in robes of yellow silk
+embroidered with the Dragon, wearing gold diadems set with pearls and
+rubies, and seated on thrones of incomparable ivory, have ruled over the
+Middle Kingdom for four thousand years.
+
+                             THE MILKY WAY
+
+My mother taught me that every night a procession of junks carrying
+lanterns moves silently across the sky, and the water sprinkled from
+their paddles falls to the earth in the form of dew. I no longer believe
+that the stars are junks carrying lanterns, no longer that the dew is
+shaken from their oars.
+
+                             THE SEA-SHELL
+
+To the passionate lover, whose sighs come back to him on every breeze,
+all the world is like a murmuring sea-shell.
+
+                           THE SWALLOW TOWER
+
+Amid a landscape flickering with poplars, and netted by a silver stream,
+the Swallow Tower stands in the haunts of the sun. The winds out of the
+four quarters of heaven come to sigh around it, the clouds forsake the
+zenith to bathe it with continuous kisses. Against its sun-worn walls a
+sea of orchards breaks in white foam; and from the battlements the birds
+that flit below are seen like fishes in a green moat. The windows of the
+Tower stand open day and night; the winged Guests come when they please,
+and hold communication with the unknown Keeper of the Tower.
+
+                                                            ALLEN UPWARD
+
+
+
+
+                                THE ROSE
+
+
+I remember a day when I stood on the sea shore at Nice, holding a
+scarlet rose in my hands.
+
+The calm sea, caressed by the sun, was brightly garmented in blue,
+veiled in gold, and violet, verging on silver.
+
+Gently the waves lapped the shore, and scattering into pearls, emeralds
+and opals, hastened towards my feet with a monotonous, rhythmical sound,
+like the prolonged note of a single harp-string.
+
+High in the clear, blue-golden sky hung the great, burning disc of the
+sun.
+
+White seagulls hovered above the waves, now barely touching them with
+their snow-white breasts, now rising anew into the heights, like
+butterflies over the green meadows . . .
+
+Far in the east, a ship, trailing its smoke, glided slowly from sight as
+though it had foundered in the waste.
+
+I threw the rose into the sea, and watched it, caught in the wave,
+receding, red on the snow-white foam, paler on the emerald wave.
+
+And the sea continued to return it to me, again and again, at last no
+longer a flower, but strewn petals on restless water.
+
+So with the heart, and with all proud things. In the end nothing remains
+but a handful of petals of what was once a proud flower . . .
+
+                                          JOHN COURNOS after K. TETMAIER
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                               DOCUMENTS
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                    TO HULME (T. E.) AND FITZGERALD
+
+
+                  Is there for feckless poverty
+                  That grins at ye for a’ that!
+                  A hired slave to none am I,
+                  But under-fed for a’ that;
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  The toils I shun and a’ that,
+                  My name but mocks the guinea stamp,
+                  And Pound’s dead broke for a’ that.
+
+                  Although my linen still is clean,
+                  My socks fine silk and a’ that,
+                  Although I dine and drink good wine—
+                  Say, twice a week, and a’ that;
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  My tinsel shows and a’ that,
+                  These breeks ’ll no last many weeks
+                  ’Gainst wear and tear and a’ that.
+
+                  Ye see this birkie ca’ed a bard,
+                  Wi’ cryptic eyes and a’ that,
+                  Aesthetic phrases by the yard;
+                  It’s but E. P. for a’ that,
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  My verses, books and a’ that,
+                  The man of independent means
+                  He looks and laughs at a’ that.
+
+                  One man will make a novelette
+                  And sell the same and a’ that.
+                  For verse nae man can siller get,
+                  Nae editor maun fa’ that.
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  Their royalties and a’ that,
+                  Wib time to loaf and will to write
+                  I’ll stick to rhyme for a’ that.
+
+                  And ye may prise and gang your ways
+                  Wi’ pity, sneers and a’ that,
+                  I know my trade and God has made
+                  Some men to rhyme and a’ that,
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  I maun gang on for a’ that
+                  Wi’ verse to verse until the hearse
+                  Carts off me wame and a’ that.
+
+WRITTEN FOR THE CENACLE OF 1909 VIDE INTRODUCTION TO “THE COMPLETE
+POETICAL WORKS OF T. E. HULME,” PUBLISHED AT THE END OF “RIPOSTES.”
+
+
+
+
+                       VATES, THE SOCIAL REFORMER
+
+
+          What shall be said of him, this cock-o’-hoop?
+          (I’m just a trifle bored, dear God of mine,
+          Dear unknown God, dear chicken-pox of Heaven,
+          I’m bored I say), But still—my social friend—
+          (One has to be familiar in one’s discourse)
+          While he was puffing out his jets of wit
+          Over his swollen-bellied pipe, one thinks,
+          One thinks, you know, of quite a lot of things.
+
+          (Dear unknown God, dear, queer-faced God,
+          Queer, queer, queer, queer-faced God,
+          You blanky God, be quiet for half minute,
+          And when I’ve shut up Rates, and sat on Naboth,
+          I’ll tell you half a dozen things or so.)
+
+          There goes a flock of starlings—
+          Now half a dozen years ago,
+          (Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)
+          I should have hove my sporting air-gun up
+          And blazed away—and now I let ’em go—
+          It’s odd how one changes;
+          Yes, that’s High Germany.
+
+          But still, when he was smiling like a Chinese queen,
+          Looking as queer (I do assure you, God)
+          As any Chinese queen I ever saw;
+          And tiddle-whiddle-whiddling about prose,
+          Trying to quiz a mutton-headed poetaster,
+          And choking all the time with politics—
+          Why then I say, I contemplated him
+          And marveled (God! I marveled,
+          Write it in prose, dear God. Yes, in red ink.)
+          And marveled, as I said,
+          At the stupendous quantity of mind
+          And the amazing quality thereof.
+
+          Dear God of mine,
+          It’s really most amazing, doncherknow,
+          But really, God, I _can’t_ get off the mark;
+          Look here, you queer-faced God,
+          This fellow makes me sick with all his talk,
+          His ha’penny gibes at Celtic bards
+          And followers of Dante—honest folk!—
+          Because, dear God, the rotten beggar goes
+          And makes a Chinese blue-stocking
+          From half-digested dreams of Munich-air.
+          And then—God, why should I write it down?—
+          But Rates and Naboth
+          Aren’t half such silly fools as he is (God)
+          For they are frankly asinine,
+          While he pretends to sanity,
+          Modernity, (dear God, dear God).
+
+          It’s bad enough, dear God of mine,
+          That you have set me down in London town,
+          Endowed me with a tattered velvet coat,
+          Soft collar and black hat and Greek ambitions;
+          You might have left me there.
+
+          But now you send
+          This “vates” here, this sage social reformer
+          (Yes, God, you rotten Roman Catholic)
+          To put his hypothetical conceptions
+          Of what a poor young poetaster would think
+          Into his own damned shape, and then to attack it
+          To his own great contemplative satisfaction.
+          What have I done, O God,
+          That so much bitterness should flop on me?
+          Social Reformer! That’s the beggar’s name.
+          He’d have me write bad novels like himself.
+
+          Yes, God, I know it’s after closing time;
+          And yes, I know I’ve smoked his cigarettes;
+          But watch that sparrow on the fountain in the rain.
+          How half a dozen years ago,
+          (Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)
+          I should have hove my sporting air-gun up
+          And blazed away—and now I let him go—
+          It’s odd how one changes;
+          Yes, that’s High Germany.
+
+                                                         R. A.
+
+
+
+
+              FRAGMENTS ADDRESSED BY CLEARCHUS H. TO ALDI
+
+
+                                Πωετριε
+                          Πρικε φιφτεεν κενξ
+                                          π. 43
+
+         Ἰ ἁυε σατ ἑρε ἁρριε ἰν μι ἀρμχαιρ
+                   (πύτνηβυς, πύτνηβυς) (1)
+         ὐατχινγ θε στιλλ Ηουνδ ἀνδ θε κιδ
+         ὐιθ θε δαρκ ἁιρ
+         ὑιχ θε ὐινδ ὀφ μι ὐπραισεδ ὐοικε
+         τορε λικε ἀ γρεεν ματτεδ μεσς
+                   (Ὠ ἄνδρες Ἀθηναῖοι) (2)
+         ὀφ ὐετ κοβυεβς ἀνδ σεαυεεδ ἀτ τυιλιγτ,
+         βυτ τὁυγ Ἰ γρεατλιε δελιγτεδ
+                   (ἠράμαν μὲν ἐγὼ σέθεν, Ἀλδί, πάλαι πότα) (3)
+         ἰν θησε ἀνδ θε Ἐζρα ὑισκέρς
+         τἁτ ὑιχ σετς με νιρεστ το ὐεεπινγ
+                   (ὁ δὲ Κλέαρχος εἶπε) (4)
+         ἰς θε κλασσικαλ ῥυθμ ὀφ θε ραρε σπεεχες,
+         Ὠ θε ὐνσπωκεν σπεεχες
+         Ἑλλενικ.
+
+        NOTES. (1) A vehicle conducting passengers from Athens,
+                   the capital of Greece, to the temple of the winds,
+                   which stands in a respectable suburb.
+               (2) Rendered by Butler, “O God! O Montreal!”
+               (3) Sappho!!!!!!
+               (4) Xenophon’s Anabasis.
+                                                           F. M. H.
+
+
+                                Pôetrie
+                          Prike phiphteen kenx
+                                           p. 43
+
+             I haue sat here harrie in mi armchair
+                       (putnêbus, putnêbus) (1)
+             uatching the still Êound and the kid
+             uith the dark hair
+             huich the uind oph mi upraised uoike
+             tore like a green matted mess
+                       (Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)
+             oph uet kobuebs and seaueed at tuiligt,
+             but thoug I greatlie deligted
+                       (êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)
+             in thêse and the Ezra huiskers
+             that huich sets me nirest to ueeping
+                       (ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)
+             is the klassikal rhythm oph the rare speeches,
+             Ô the unspôken speeches
+             Hellenik.
+
+
+                                 Poetry
+                          Price fifteen cents
+                                           p. 43
+
+             I have sat here Harry in my armchair
+                       (Putney-bus, Putney-bus) (1)
+             watching the still hound and the kid
+             with the dark hair
+             which the wind of my upraised voice
+             tore like a green matted mess
+                       (Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)
+             of wet cobwebs and seaweed at twilight,
+             but though I greatly delighted
+                       (êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)
+             in these and the Ezra whiskers
+             that which sets me nearest to weeping
+                       (ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)
+             is the classical rhythm of the rare speeches,
+             O the unspoken speeches
+             Hellenic.
+
+
+
+
+                              BIBLIOGRAPHY
+
+
+F. S. FLINT—“The Net of the Stars.” Published by Elkin Mathews, 4 Cork
+    St., London, W.
+
+EZRA POUND—Collected Poems (Personae, Exultations, Canzoni, Ripostes).
+    Published by Elkin Mathews.
+
+TRANSLATIONS:
+
+        “The Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti.” Published by
+        Small, Maynard & Co., Boston.
+
+        The Canzoni of Arnaut Daniel. R. F. Seymour & Co., Fine Arts
+        Bldg., Chicago.
+
+PROSE:
+
+    “The Spirit of Romance.” A study of mediaeval poetry. Dent & Sons.
+        London.
+
+FORD MADOX HUEFFER—“Collected Poems.” Published by Max Goschen, 20 Gt.
+    Russel St., London. Forty volumes of prose with various publishers.
+
+ALLEN UPWARD—Author of “The New Word,” “The Divine Mystery,” etc., etc.
+
+        The “Scented Leaves” appears in “Poetry” for September 1913.
+
+WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS—“The Tempers.” Published by Elkin Mathews.
+
+AMY LOWELL—“A Dome of Many Coloured Glass.” Published by Houghton,
+    Mifflin, Boston.
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber's Notes
+
+On page 37, "popies" was replaced by "poppies".
+
+The humorous poem written with Greek characters on page 62 has also been
+rendered in their Latin equivalents for the benefit of those who cannot
+pronounce the Greek and also in Latin look-alikes. It appears that, in
+the first line, the rho's should have been pi's, making the 5th word
+=ἁππιε= or =happie=; it was left as printed. Or, this might have been
+addressed to the editor of "Poetry" whose name was Harriet Monroe.
+
+Minor typographical errors have been corrected without comment.
+
+
+
+
+
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-      <div class='line'>«Καὶ κείνα Σικελά, καὶ ἐν Αἰτναίαισιν ἔπαιζεν</div>

-      <div class='line'>ἀόσι, καὶ μέλος ᾖδε τὸ Δώριον.»</div>

-      <div class='c004'>Επιτάφιος Βίωνος</div>

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-      <div class='line'>“And she also was of Sikilia and was gay in</div>

-      <div class='line in2'>the valleys of Ætna, and knew the Doric</div>

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-    <div>NEW YORK</div>

-    <div>ALBERT AND CHARLES BONI</div>

-    <div>96 FIFTH AVENUE</div>

-    <div>1914</div>

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-    <div>Copyright, 1914</div>

-    <div>By</div>

-    <div>Albert and Charles Boni</div>

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-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Choricos       <a href='#Page_7'>7</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>To a Greek Marble       <a href='#Page_10'>10</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Au Vieux Jardin       <a href='#Page_11'>11</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Lesbia       <a href='#Page_12'>12</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch       <a href='#Page_13'>13</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Argyria       <a href='#Page_14'>14</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>In the Via Sestina       <a href='#Page_15'>15</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>The River       <a href='#Page_16'>16</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Bromios       <a href='#Page_17'>17</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>To Atthis       <a href='#Page_19'>19</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>H. D.</div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Sitalkas       <a href='#Page_20'>20</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Hermes of the Ways I       <a href='#Page_21'>21</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Hermes of the Ways II       <a href='#Page_22'>22</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Priapus       <a href='#Page_24'>24</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Acon       <a href='#Page_26'>26</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Hermonax       <a href='#Page_28'>28</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Epigram       <a href='#Page_30'>30</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>I       <a href='#Page_31'>31</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>II Hallucination       <a href='#Page_32'>32</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>III       <a href='#Page_33'>33</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>IV       <a href='#Page_34'>34</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>V The Swan       <a href='#Page_35'>35</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span><span class='sc'>Skipwith Cannéll</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Nocturnes       <a href='#Page_36'>36</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>In a Garden       <a href='#Page_38'>38</a></div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Postlude       <a href='#Page_39'>39</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>James Joyce</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>I Hear an Army       <a href='#Page_40'>40</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Δώρια       <a href='#Page_41'>41</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>The Return       <a href='#Page_42'>42</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>After Ch’u Yuan       <a href='#Page_43'>43</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Liu Ch’e       <a href='#Page_44'>44</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Fan-Piece for Her Imperial Lord       <a href='#Page_45'>45</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Ts’ai Chi’h       <a href='#Page_46'>46</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>In the Little Old Market-Place       <a href='#Page_47'>47</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar       <a href='#Page_51'>51</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>John Cournos</span> after <span class='sc'>K. Tetmaier</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>The Rose       <a href='#Page_54'>54</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Documents</span></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>To Hulme (T. E.) and Fitzgerald       <a href='#Page_57'>57</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Vates, the Social Reformer       <a href='#Page_59'>59</a></div>

-      <div class='line in4'>Fragments Addressed by Clearchus H. to Aldi       <a href='#Page_62'>62</a></div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='c012'><i>Bibliography</i></span>       <a href='#Page_63'>63</a></div>

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-      <div class='line'>The ancient songs</div>

-      <div class='line'>Pass deathward mournfully.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and wings—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Symbols of ancient songs</div>

-      <div class='line'>Mournfully passing</div>

-      <div class='line'>Down to the great white surges,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Watched of none</div>

-      <div class='line'>Save the frail sea-birds</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the lithe pale girls,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Daughters of Okeanus.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>And the songs pass</div>

-      <div class='line'>From the green land</div>

-      <div class='line'>Which lies upon the waves as a leaf</div>

-      <div class='line'>On the flowers of hyacinth;</div>

-      <div class='line'>And they pass from the waters,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The manifold winds and the dim moon,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And they come,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Silently winging through soft Kimmerian dusk,</div>

-      <div class='line'>To the quiet level lands</div>

-      <div class='line'>That she keeps for us all,</div>

-      <div class='line'>That she wrought for us all for sleep</div>

-      <div class='line'>In the silver days of the earth’s dawning—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Proserpina, daughter of Zeus.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>And we turn from the Kuprian’s breasts,</div>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>And we turn from thee,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Phoibos Apollon,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And we turn from the music of old</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the hills that we loved and the meads,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And we turn from the fiery day,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the lips that were over sweet;</div>

-      <div class='line'>For silently</div>

-      <div class='line'>Brushing the fields with red-shod feet,</div>

-      <div class='line'>With purple robe</div>

-      <div class='line'>Searing the flowers as with a sudden flame,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Death,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou hast come upon us.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>And of all the ancient songs</div>

-      <div class='line'>Passing to the swallow-blue halls</div>

-      <div class='line'>By the dark streams of Persephone,</div>

-      <div class='line'>This only remains:</div>

-      <div class='line'>That we turn to thee,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Death,</div>

-      <div class='line'>That we turn to thee, singing</div>

-      <div class='line'>One last song.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>O Death,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou art an healing wind</div>

-      <div class='line'>That blowest over white flowers</div>

-      <div class='line'>A-tremble with dew;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou art a wind flowing</div>

-      <div class='line'>Over dark leagues of lonely sea;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou art the dusk and the fragrance;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou art the lips of love mournfully smiling;</div>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>Thou art the pale peace of one</div>

-      <div class='line'>Satiate with old desires;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou art the silence of beauty,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And we look no more for the morning</div>

-      <div class='line'>We yearn no more for the sun,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Since with thy white hands,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Death,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou crownest us with the pallid chaplets,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The slim colourless poppies</div>

-      <div class='line'>Which in thy garden alone</div>

-      <div class='line'>Softly thou gatherest.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And silently,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And with slow feet approaching,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And with bowed head and unlit eyes,</div>

-      <div class='line'>We kneel before thee:</div>

-      <div class='line'>And thou, leaning towards us,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Caressingly layest upon us</div>

-      <div class='line'>Flowers from thy thin cold hands,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And, smiling as a chaste woman</div>

-      <div class='line'>Knowing love in her heart,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou sealest our eyes</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the illimitable quietude</div>

-      <div class='line'>Comes gently upon us.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>TO A GREEK MARBLE</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>Πότνια, πότνια</div>

-      <div class='line'>White grave goddess,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Pity my sadness,</div>

-      <div class='line'>O silence of Paros.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I am not of these about thy feet,</div>

-      <div class='line'>These garments and decorum;</div>

-      <div class='line'>I am thy brother,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And thou hearest me not.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I have whispered thee in thy solitudes</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of our loves in Phrygia,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The far ecstasy of burning noons</div>

-      <div class='line'>When the fragile pipes</div>

-      <div class='line'>Ceased in the cypress shade,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the brown fingers of the shepherd</div>

-      <div class='line'>Moved over slim shoulders;</div>

-      <div class='line'>And only the cicada sang.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I have told thee of the hills</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the lisp of reeds</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the sun upon thy breasts,</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And thou hearest me not,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Πότνια, πότνια,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou hearest me not.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>AU VIEUX JARDIN</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>I have sat here happy in the gardens,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Watching the still pool and the reeds</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the dark clouds</div>

-      <div class='line'>Which the wind of the upper air</div>

-      <div class='line'>Tore like the green leafy boughs</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of the divers-hued trees of late summer;</div>

-      <div class='line'>But though I greatly delight</div>

-      <div class='line'>In these and the water lilies,</div>

-      <div class='line'>That which sets me nighest to weeping</div>

-      <div class='line'>Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flag-stones,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the pale yellow grasses</div>

-      <div class='line'>Among them.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>LESBIA</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>Use no more speech now;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Let the silence spread gold hair above us</div>

-      <div class='line'>Fold on delicate fold;</div>

-      <div class='line'>You had the ivory of my life to carve.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Use no more speech.</div>

-      <div class='line in14'>.   .   .   .</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And Picus of Mirandola is dead;</div>

-      <div class='line'>And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Rotten and dank.</div>

-      <div class='line in14'>.   .   .   .</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And through it all I see your pale Greek face;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Tenderness makes me as eager as a little child</div>

-      <div class='line'>To love you</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>You morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>BEAUTY THOU HAST HURT ME OVERMUCH</h2>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>The light is a wound to me.</div>

-      <div class='line'>The soft notes</div>

-      <div class='line'>Feed upon the wound.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Where wert thou born</div>

-      <div class='line'>O thou woe</div>

-      <div class='line'>That consumest my life?</div>

-      <div class='line'>Whither comest thou?</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Toothed wind of the seas,</div>

-      <div class='line'>No man knows thy beginning.</div>

-      <div class='line'>As a bird with strong claws</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou woundest me,</div>

-      <div class='line'>O beautiful sorrow.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-  </div>

-</div>

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-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>ARGYRIA</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>O you,</div>

-      <div class='line'>O you most fair,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Swayer of reeds, whisperer</div>

-      <div class='line'>Among the flowering rushes,</div>

-      <div class='line'>You have hidden your hands</div>

-      <div class='line'>Beneath the poplar leaves,</div>

-      <div class='line'>You have given them to the white waters.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Swallow-fleet,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Sea-child cold from waves,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,</div>

-      <div class='line'>White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Pan mourns for you.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>White limbs, white song,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Pan mourns for you.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>IN THE VIA SESTINA</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>O daughter of Isis,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou standest beside the wet highway</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of this decayed Rome,</div>

-      <div class='line'>A manifest harlot.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Straight and slim art thou</div>

-      <div class='line'>As a marble phallus;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thy face is the face of Isis</div>

-      <div class='line'>Carven</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>As she is carven in basalt.</div>

-      <div class='line'>And my heart stops with awe</div>

-      <div class='line'>At the presence of the gods,</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>There beside thee on the stall of images</div>

-      <div class='line'>Is the head of Osiris</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thy lord.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>THE RIVER</h2>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c014'>I</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I drifted along the river</div>

-      <div class='line'>Until I moored my boat</div>

-      <div class='line'>By these crossed trunks.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Here the mist moves</div>

-      <div class='line'>Over fragile leaves and rushes,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Colourless waters and brown fading hills.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>She has come from beneath the trees,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Moving within the mist,</div>

-      <div class='line'>A floating leaf.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c014'>II</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>O blue flower of the evening,</div>

-      <div class='line'>You have touched my face</div>

-      <div class='line'>With your leaves of silver.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Love me for I must depart.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-</div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>BROMIOS</h2>

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-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>The withered bonds are broken.</div>

-      <div class='line'>The waxed reeds and the double pipe</div>

-      <div class='line'>Clamour about me;</div>

-      <div class='line'>The hot wind swirls</div>

-      <div class='line'>Through the red pine trunks.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Io! the fauns and the satyrs.</div>

-      <div class='line'>The touch of their shagged curled fur</div>

-      <div class='line'>And blunt horns!</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>They have wine in heavy craters</div>

-      <div class='line'>Painted black and red;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Wine to splash on her white body.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Io!</div>

-      <div class='line'>She shrinks from the cold shower—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Afraid, afraid!</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Let the Maenads break through the myrtles</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the boughs of the rohododaphnai.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Let them tear the quick deers’ flesh.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Ah, the cruel, exquisite fingers!</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Io!</div>

-      <div class='line'>I have brought you the brown clusters,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The ivy-boughs and pine-cones.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Your breasts are cold sea-ripples,</div>

-      <div class='line'>But they smell of the warm grasses.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>Throw wide the chiton and the peplum,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Maidens of the Dew.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Beautiful are your bodies, O Maenads,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Beautiful the sudden folds,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The vanishing curves of the white linen</div>

-      <div class='line'>About you.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Io!</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hear the rich laughter of the forest,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The cymbals,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The trampling of the panisks and the centaurs.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington.</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>TO ATTHIS<br /> <br />(<i>After the Manuscript of Sappho now in Berlin</i>)</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>Atthis, far from me and dear Mnasidika,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Dwells in Sardis;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Many times she was near us</div>

-      <div class='line'>So that we lived life well</div>

-      <div class='line'>Like the far-famed goddess</div>

-      <div class='line'>Whom above all things music delighted.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And now she is first among the Lydian women</div>

-      <div class='line'>As the mighty sun, the rose-fingered moon,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Beside the great stars.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>And the light fades from the bitter sea</div>

-      <div class='line'>And in like manner from the rich-blossoming earth;</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the dew is shed upon the flowers,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Rose and soft meadow-sweet</div>

-      <div class='line'>And many-coloured melilote.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Many things told are remembered of sterile Atthis.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I yearn to behold thy delicate soul</div>

-      <div class='line'>To satiate my desire.  .  .  .</div>

-      <div class='line in2'>.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .</div>

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-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>SITALKAS</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>Thou art come at length</div>

-      <div class='line'>More beautiful</div>

-      <div class='line'>Than any cool god</div>

-      <div class='line'>In a chamber under</div>

-      <div class='line'>Lycia’s far coast,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Than any high god</div>

-      <div class='line'>Who touches us not</div>

-      <div class='line'>Here in the seeded grass.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Aye, than Argestes</div>

-      <div class='line'>Scattering the broken leaves.</div>

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-      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>HERMES OF THE WAYS</h2>

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-      <div class='c014'>I</div>

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-      <div class='line'>The hard sand breaks,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the grains of it</div>

-      <div class='line'>Are clear as wine.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Far off over the leagues of it,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The wind,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Playing on the wide shore,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Piles little ridges,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the great waves</div>

-      <div class='line'>Break over it.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>But more than the many-foamed ways</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of the sea,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I know him</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of the triple path-ways,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hermes,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Who awaiteth.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Dubious,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Facing three ways,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Welcoming wayfarers,</div>

-      <div class='line'>He whom the sea-orchard</div>

-      <div class='line'>Shelters from the west,</div>

-      <div class='line'>From the east</div>

-      <div class='line'>Weathers sea-wind;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Fronts the great dunes.</div>

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-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>Wind rushes</div>

-      <div class='line'>Over the dunes,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the coarse, salt-crusted grass</div>

-      <div class='line'>Answers.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Heu,</div>

-      <div class='line'>It whips round my ankles!</div>

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-      <div class='c014'>II</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Small is</div>

-      <div class='line'>This white stream,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Flowing below ground</div>

-      <div class='line'>From the poplar-shaded hill,</div>

-      <div class='line'>But the water is sweet.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Apples on the small trees</div>

-      <div class='line'>Are hard,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Too small,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Too late ripened</div>

-      <div class='line'>By a desperate sun</div>

-      <div class='line'>That struggles through sea-mist.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>The boughs of the trees</div>

-      <div class='line'>Are twisted</div>

-      <div class='line'>By many bafflings;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Twisted are</div>

-      <div class='line'>The small-leafed boughs.</div>

-      <div class='line'>But the shadow of them</div>

-      <div class='line'>Is not the shadow of the mast head</div>

-      <div class='line'>Nor of the torn sails.</div>

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-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>Hermes, Hermes,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The great sea foamed,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Gnashed its teeth about me;</div>

-      <div class='line'>But you have waited,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where sea-grass tangles with</div>

-      <div class='line'>Shore-grass.</div>

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-      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>PRIAPUS<br /> <br /><i>Keeper-of-Orchards</i></h2>

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-      <div class='line'>I saw the first pear</div>

-      <div class='line'>As it fell.</div>

-      <div class='line'>The honey-seeking, golden-banded,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The yellow swarm</div>

-      <div class='line'>Was not more fleet than I,</div>

-      <div class='line'>(Spare us from loveliness!)</div>

-      <div class='line'>And I fell prostrate,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Crying,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou hast flayed us with thy blossoms;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Spare us the beauty</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of fruit-trees!</div>

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-      <div class='line'>The honey-seeking</div>

-      <div class='line'>Paused not,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The air thundered their song,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And I alone was prostrate.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>O rough-hewn</div>

-      <div class='line'>God of the orchard,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I bring thee an offering;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Do thou, alone unbeautiful</div>

-      <div class='line'>(Son of the god),</div>

-      <div class='line'>Spare us from loveliness.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>The fallen hazel-nuts,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Stripped late of their green sheaths,</div>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>The grapes, red-purple,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Their berries</div>

-      <div class='line'>Dripping with wine,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Pomegranates already broken,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And shrunken fig,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And quinces untouched,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I bring thee as offering.</div>

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-      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>ACON<br /> <br />(<i>After Joannes Baptista Amaltheus</i>)</h2>

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-      <div class='c014'>I</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Bear me to Dictaeus,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And to the steep slopes;</div>

-      <div class='line'>To the river Erymanthus.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>I choose spray of dittany,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Cyperum frail of flower,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Buds of myrrh,</div>

-      <div class='line'>All-healing herbs,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Close pressed in calathes.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>For she lies panting,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Drawing sharp breath,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Broken with harsh sobs,</div>

-      <div class='line'>She, Hyella,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Whom no god pitieth.</div>

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-      <div class='c014'>II</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Dryads,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Haunting the groves,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Nereids,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Who dwell in wet caves,</div>

-      <div class='line'>For all the whitish leaves of olive-branch,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And early roses,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And ivy wreathes, woven gold berries,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Which she once brought to your altars,</div>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>Bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And Assyrian wine</div>

-      <div class='line'>To shatter her fever.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>The light of her face falls from its flower,</div>

-      <div class='line'>As a hyacinth,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hidden in a far valley,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Perishes upon burnt grass.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Pales,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Bring gifts,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Bring your Phoenician stuffs,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And do you, fleet-footed nymphs,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Bring offerings,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Illyrian iris,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And a branch of shrub,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And frail-headed poppies.</div>

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-      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>HERMONAX</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>Gods of the sea;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Ino,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Leaving warm meads</div>

-      <div class='line'>For the green, grey-green fastnesses</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of the great deeps;</div>

-      <div class='line'>And Palemon,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Bright striker of sea-shaft,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hear me.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Let all whom the sea loveth,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Come to its altar front,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And I</div>

-      <div class='line'>Who can offer no other sacrifice to thee</div>

-      <div class='line'>Bring this.</div>

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-      <div class='line'>Broken by great waves,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The wavelets flung it here,</div>

-      <div class='line'>This sea-gliding creature,</div>

-      <div class='line'>This strange creature like a weed,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Covered with salt foam,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Torn from the hillocks</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of rock.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I, Hermonax,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Caster of nets,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Risking chance,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Plying the sea craft,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Came on it.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>Thus to sea god</div>

-      <div class='line'>Cometh gift of sea wrack;</div>

-      <div class='line'>I, Hermonax, offer it</div>

-      <div class='line'>To thee, Ino,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And to Palemon.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>EPIGRAM<br /> <br />(<i>After the Greek</i>)</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>The golden one is gone from the banquets;</div>

-      <div class='line'>She, beloved of Atimetus,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The swallow, the bright Homonoea:</div>

-      <div class='line'>Gone the dear chatterer.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>I</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>London, my beautiful,</div>

-      <div class='line'>it is not the sunset</div>

-      <div class='line'>nor the pale green sky</div>

-      <div class='line'>shimmering through the curtain</div>

-      <div class='line'>of the silver birch,</div>

-      <div class='line'>nor the quietness;</div>

-      <div class='line'>it is not the hopping</div>

-      <div class='line'>of birds</div>

-      <div class='line'>upon the lawn,</div>

-      <div class='line'>nor the darkness</div>

-      <div class='line'>stealing over all things</div>

-      <div class='line'>that moves me.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>But as the moon creeps slowly</div>

-      <div class='line'>over the tree-tops</div>

-      <div class='line'>among the stars,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I think of her</div>

-      <div class='line'>and the glow her passing</div>

-      <div class='line'>sheds on men.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>London, my beautiful,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I will climb</div>

-      <div class='line'>into the branches</div>

-      <div class='line'>to the moonlit tree-tops,</div>

-      <div class='line'>that my blood may be cooled</div>

-      <div class='line'>by the wind.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>II</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>I know this room,</div>

-      <div class='line'>and there are corridors:</div>

-      <div class='line'>the pictures, I have seen before;</div>

-      <div class='line'>the statues and those gems in cases</div>

-      <div class='line'>I have wandered by before,—</div>

-      <div class='line'>stood there silent and lonely</div>

-      <div class='line'>in a dream of years ago.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I know the dark of night is all around me;</div>

-      <div class='line'>my eyes are closed, and I am half asleep.</div>

-      <div class='line'>My wife breathes gently at my side.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>But once again this old dream is within me,</div>

-      <div class='line'>and I am on the threshold waiting,</div>

-      <div class='line'>wondering, pleased, and fearful.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where do those doors lead,</div>

-      <div class='line'>what rooms lie beyond them?</div>

-      <div class='line'>I venture. . . .</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>But my baby moves and tosses</div>

-      <div class='line'>from side to side,</div>

-      <div class='line'>and her need calls me to her.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Now I stand awake, unseeing,</div>

-      <div class='line'>in the dark,</div>

-      <div class='line'>and I move towards her cot. . . .</div>

-      <div class='line'>I shall not reach her . . . There is no direction. . . .</div>

-      <div class='line'>I shall walk on. . . .</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>III</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>Immortal? . . . No,</div>

-      <div class='line'>they cannot be, these people,</div>

-      <div class='line'>nor I.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Tired faces,</div>

-      <div class='line'>eyes that have never seen the world,</div>

-      <div class='line'>bodies that have never lived in air,</div>

-      <div class='line'>lips that have never minted speech,</div>

-      <div class='line'>they are the clipped and garbled,</div>

-      <div class='line'>blocking the highway.</div>

-      <div class='line'>They swarm and eddy</div>

-      <div class='line'>between the banks of glowing shops</div>

-      <div class='line'>towards the red meat,</div>

-      <div class='line'>the potherbs,</div>

-      <div class='line'>the cheapjacks,</div>

-      <div class='line'>or surge in</div>

-      <div class='line'>before the swift rush</div>

-      <div class='line'>of the clanging trams,—</div>

-      <div class='line'>pitiful, ugly, mean,</div>

-      <div class='line'>encumbering.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Immortal? . . .</div>

-      <div class='line'>In a wood,</div>

-      <div class='line'>watching the shadow of a bird</div>

-      <div class='line'>leap from frond to frond of bracken,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I am immortal.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>But these?</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>IV</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>The grass is beneath my head;</div>

-      <div class='line'>and I gaze</div>

-      <div class='line'>at the thronging stars</div>

-      <div class='line'>in the night.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>They fall . . . they fall. . . .</div>

-      <div class='line'>I am overwhelmed,</div>

-      <div class='line'>and afraid.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Each leaf of the aspen</div>

-      <div class='line'>is caressed by the wind,</div>

-      <div class='line'>and each is crying.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And the perfume</div>

-      <div class='line'>of invisible roses</div>

-      <div class='line'>deepens the anguish.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Let a strong mesh of roots</div>

-      <div class='line'>feed the crimson of roses</div>

-      <div class='line'>upon my heart;</div>

-      <div class='line'>and then fold over the hollow</div>

-      <div class='line'>where all the pain was.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>

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-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>V</h2>

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-      <div class='line'>Under the lily shadow</div>

-      <div class='line'>and the gold</div>

-      <div class='line'>and the blue and mauve</div>

-      <div class='line'>that the whin and the lilac</div>

-      <div class='line'>pour down on the water,</div>

-      <div class='line'>the fishes quiver.</div>

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-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Over the green cold leaves</div>

-      <div class='line'>and the rippled silver</div>

-      <div class='line'>and the tarnished copper</div>

-      <div class='line'>of its neck and beak,</div>

-      <div class='line'>toward the deep black water</div>

-      <div class='line'>beneath the arches,</div>

-      <div class='line'>the swan floats slowly.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Into the dark of the arch the swan floats</div>

-      <div class='line'>and into the black depth of my sorrow</div>

-      <div class='line'>it bears a white rose of flame.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>NOCTURNES</h2>

-</div>

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c014'>I</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Thy feet,</div>

-      <div class='line'>That are like little, silver birds,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Therefore I will follow thee,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Upon any path will I follow thee,</div>

-      <div class='line'>For the light of thy beauty</div>

-      <div class='line'>Shines before me like a torch.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c015'>II</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Thy feet are white</div>

-      <div class='line'>Upon the foam of the sea;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Lest I stumble,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And into deep waters.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c015'>III</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Long have I been</div>

-      <div class='line'>But the Singer beneath thy Casement,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And now I am weary.</div>

-      <div class='line'>I am sick with longing,</div>

-      <div class='line'>O my Belovéd;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Therefore bear me with thee</div>

-      <div class='line'>Swiftly</div>

-      <div class='line'>Upon our road.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c015'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>IV</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>With the net of thy hair</div>

-      <div class='line'>Thou hast fished in the sea,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And a strange fish</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hast thou caught in thy net;</div>

-      <div class='line'>For thy hair,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Belovéd,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Holdeth my heart</div>

-      <div class='line'>Within its web of gold.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c015'>V</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I am weary with love, and thy lips</div>

-      <div class='line'>Are night-born poppies.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Give me therefore thy lips</div>

-      <div class='line'>That I may know sleep.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c015'>VI</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I am weary with longing,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I am faint with love;</div>

-      <div class='line'>For upon my head has the moonlight</div>

-      <div class='line'>Fallen</div>

-      <div class='line'>As a sword.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Skipwith Cannéll</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>IN A GARDEN</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Gushing from the mouths of stone men</div>

-      <div class='line'>To spread at ease under the sky</div>

-      <div class='line'>In granite-lipped basins,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where iris dabble their feet</div>

-      <div class='line'>And rustle to a passing wind,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The water fills the garden with its rushing,</div>

-      <div class='line'>In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where trickle and plash the fountains,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Splashing down moss-tarnished steps</div>

-      <div class='line'>It falls, the water;</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the air is throbbing with it;</div>

-      <div class='line'>With its gurgling and running;</div>

-      <div class='line'>With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And I wished for night and you.</div>

-      <div class='line'>I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,</div>

-      <div class='line'>White and shining in the silver-flecked water.</div>

-      <div class='line'>While the moon rode over the garden,</div>

-      <div class='line'>High in the arch of night,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Night and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>POSTLUDE</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Now that I have cooled to you</div>

-      <div class='line'>Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Temples soothed by the sun to ruin</div>

-      <div class='line'>That sleep utterly.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Give me hand for the dances,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Ripples at Philæ, in and out,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And lips, my Lesbian,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Wall flowers that once were flame.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Your hair is my Carthage</div>

-      <div class='line'>And my arms the bow</div>

-      <div class='line'>And our words arrows</div>

-      <div class='line'>To shoot the stars,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Who from that misty sea</div>

-      <div class='line'>Swarm to destroy us.</div>

-      <div class='line'>But you’re there beside me</div>

-      <div class='line'>Oh, how shall I defy you</div>

-      <div class='line'>Who wound me in the night</div>

-      <div class='line'>With breasts shining</div>

-      <div class='line'>Like Venus and like Mars?</div>

-      <div class='line'>The night that is shouting Jason</div>

-      <div class='line'>When the loud eaves rattle</div>

-      <div class='line'>As with waves above me</div>

-      <div class='line'>Blue at the prow of my desire!</div>

-      <div class='line'>O prayers in the dark!</div>

-      <div class='line'>O incense to Poseidon!</div>

-      <div class='line'>Calm in Atlantis.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>I HEAR AN ARMY</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I hear an army charging upon the land,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:</div>

-      <div class='line'>Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Disdaining the rains, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>They cry into the night their battle name:</div>

-      <div class='line'>I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.</div>

-      <div class='line'>They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair:</div>

-      <div class='line'>They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.</div>

-      <div class='line'>My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?</div>

-      <div class='line'>My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>James Joyce</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>ΔΏΡΙΑ</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Be in me as the eternal moods</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>of the bleak wind, and not</div>

-      <div class='line'>As transient things are—</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>gaiety of flowers.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Have me in the strong loneliness</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>of sunless cliffs</div>

-      <div class='line'>And of grey waters.</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>Let the gods speak softly of us</div>

-      <div class='line'>In days hereafter,</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>The shadowy flowers of Orcus</div>

-      <div class='line'>Remember Thee.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>THE RETURN</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>See, they return; ah, see the tentative</div>

-      <div class='line'>Movements, and the slow feet,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The trouble in the pace and the uncertain</div>

-      <div class='line'>Wavering!</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>See, they return, one, and by one,</div>

-      <div class='line'>With fear, as half-awakened;</div>

-      <div class='line'>As if the snow should hesitate</div>

-      <div class='line'>And murmur in the wind</div>

-      <div class='line in16'>and half turn back;</div>

-      <div class='line'>These were the “Wing’d-with-Awe,”</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>Inviolable.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Gods of the winged shoe!</div>

-      <div class='line'>With them the silver hounds</div>

-      <div class='line in16'>sniffing the trace of air!</div>

-      <div class='line'>Haie! Haie!</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>These were the swift to harry;</div>

-      <div class='line'>These the keen-scented;</div>

-      <div class='line'>These were the souls of blood.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Slow on the leash,</div>

-      <div class='line in16'>pallid the leash-men!</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>AFTER CH’U YUAN</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I will get me to the wood</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,</div>

-      <div class='line'>By the silver-blue flood move others with ivory cars.</div>

-      <div class='line'>There come forth many maidens</div>

-      <div class='line in8'>to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend.</div>

-      <div class='line'>For there are leopards drawing the cars.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I will walk in the glade,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I will come out of the new thicket</div>

-      <div class='line in8'>and accost the procession of maidens.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>LIU CH’E</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>The rustling of the silk is discontinued,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Dust drifts over the courtyard,</div>

-      <div class='line'>There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves</div>

-      <div class='line'>Scurry into heaps and lie still,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound.</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>FAN-PIECE FOR HER IMPERIAL LORD</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>O fan of white silk,</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>clear as frost on the grass-blade,</div>

-      <div class='line'>You also are laid aside.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>TS’AI CHI’H</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>The petals fall in the fountain,</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>the orange coloured rose-leaves,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Their ochre clings to the stone.</div>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound.</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>IN THE LITTLE OLD MARKET-PLACE<br /> <br /><i>(To the Memory of A. V.)</i></h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c011'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>It rains, it rains,</div>

-      <div class='line'>From gutters and drains</div>

-      <div class='line'>And gargoyles and gables:</div>

-      <div class='line'>It drips from the tables</div>

-      <div class='line'>That tell us the tolls upon grains,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Oxen, asses, sheep, turkeys and fowls</div>

-      <div class='line'>Set into the rain-soaked wall</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of the old Town Hall.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>The mountains being so tall</div>

-      <div class='line'>And forcing the town on the river,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The market’s so small</div>

-      <div class='line'>That, with the wet cobbles, dark arches and all,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The owls</div>

-      <div class='line'>(For in dark rainy weather the owls fly out</div>

-      <div class='line'>Well before four), so the owls</div>

-      <div class='line'>In the gloom</div>

-      <div class='line'>Have too little room</div>

-      <div class='line'>And brush by the saint on the fountain</div>

-      <div class='line'>In veering about.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>The poor saint on the fountain!</div>

-      <div class='line'>Supported by plaques of the giver</div>

-      <div class='line'>To whom we’re beholden;</div>

-      <div class='line'>His name was de Sales</div>

-      <div class='line'>And his wife’s name von Mangel.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>(Now is he a saint or archangel?)</div>

-      <div class='line'>He stands on a dragon</div>

-      <div class='line'>On a ball, on a column</div>

-      <div class='line'>Gazing up at the vines on the mountain:</div>

-      <div class='line'>And his falchion is golden</div>

-      <div class='line'>And his wings are all golden.</div>

-      <div class='line'>He bears golden scales</div>

-      <div class='line'>And in spite of the coils of his dragon, without hint of alarm or invective</div>

-      <div class='line'>Looks up at the mists on the mountain.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>(Now what saint or archangel</div>

-      <div class='line'>Stands winged on a dragon,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Bearing golden scales and a broad bladed sword all golden?</div>

-      <div class='line'>Alas, my knowledge</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of all the saints of the college,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of all these glimmering, olden</div>

-      <div class='line'>Sacred and misty stories</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of angels and saints and old glories .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>

-      <div class='line'>Is sadly defective.)</div>

-      <div class='line'>The poor saint on the fountain .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>On top of his column</div>

-      <div class='line'>Gazes up sad and solemn.</div>

-      <div class='line'>But is it towards the top of the mountain</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where the spindrifty haze is</div>

-      <div class='line'>That he gazes?</div>

-      <div class='line'>Or is it into the casement</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where the girl sits sewing?</div>

-      <div class='line'>There’s no knowing.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>Hear it rain!</div>

-      <div class='line'>And from eight leaden pipes in the ball he stands on</div>

-      <div class='line'>That has eight leaden and copper bands on,</div>

-      <div class='line'>There gurgle and drain</div>

-      <div class='line'>Eight driblets of water down into the basin.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And he stands on his dragon</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the girl sits sewing</div>

-      <div class='line'>High, very high in her casement</div>

-      <div class='line'>And before her are many geraniums in a parket</div>

-      <div class='line'>All growing and blowing</div>

-      <div class='line'>In box upon box</div>

-      <div class='line'>From the gables right down to the basement</div>

-      <div class='line'>With frescoes and carvings and paint .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>The poor saint!</div>

-      <div class='line'>It rains and it rains,</div>

-      <div class='line'>In the market there isn’t an ox,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And in all the emplacement</div>

-      <div class='line'>For waggons there isn’t a waggon,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Not a stall for a grape or a raisin,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Not a soul in the market</div>

-      <div class='line'>Save the saint on his dragon</div>

-      <div class='line'>With the rain dribbling down in the basin,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the maiden that sews in the casement.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>They are still and alone,</div>

-      <div class='line'><span class='c016'><i>Mutterseelens</i></span> alone,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the rain dribbles down from his heels and his crown,</div>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>From wet stone to wet stone.</div>

-      <div class='line'>It’s grey as at dawn,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the owls, grey and fawn,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Call from the little town hall</div>

-      <div class='line'>With its arch in the wall,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where the fire-hooks are stored.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>From behind the flowers of her casement</div>

-      <div class='line'>That’s all gay with the carvings and paint,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The maiden gives a great yawn,</div>

-      <div class='line'>But the poor saint—</div>

-      <div class='line'>No doubt he’s as bored!</div>

-      <div class='line'>Stands still on his column</div>

-      <div class='line'>Uplifting his sword</div>

-      <div class='line'>With never the ease of a yawn</div>

-      <div class='line'>From wet dawn to wet dawn .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span></div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>SCENTED LEAVES FROM A CHINESE JAR</h2>

-</div>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>THE BITTER PURPLE WILLOWS</h3>

-

-<p class='c018'>Meditating on the glory of illustrious lineage I lifted

-up my eyes and beheld the bitter purple willows growing

-round the tombs of the exalted Mings.</p>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>THE GOLD FISH</h3>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c007'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Like a breath from hoarded musk,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Like the golden fins that move</div>

-      <div class='line'>Where the tank’s green shadows part—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Living flames out of the dusk—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Are the lightning throbs of love</div>

-      <div class='line'>In the passionate lover’s heart.</div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>THE INTOXICATED POET</h3>

-

-<p class='c018'>A poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue, spoke

-thus: “More fragrant than the heliotrope, which

-blooms all the year round, better than vermilion letters

-on tablets of sendal, are thy kisses, thou shy one!”</p>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>THE JONQUILS</h3>

-

-<p class='c018'>I have heard that a certain princess, when she found

-that she had been married by a demon, wove a wreath

-of jonquils and sent it to the lover of former days.</p>

-

-<div>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>

-<h3 class='c017'>THE MERMAID</h3>

-</div>

-

-<p class='c018'>The sailor boy who leant over the side of the Junk

-of Many Pearls, and combed the green tresses of the

-sea with his ivory fingers, believing that he had heard

-the voice of a mermaid, cast his body down between

-the waves.</p>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>THE MIDDLE KINGDOM</h3>

-

-<p class='c018'>The emperors of fourteen dynasties, clad in robes of

-yellow silk embroidered with the Dragon, wearing gold

-diadems set with pearls and rubies, and seated on

-thrones of incomparable ivory, have ruled over the

-Middle Kingdom for four thousand years.</p>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>THE MILKY WAY</h3>

-

-<p class='c018'>My mother taught me that every night a procession

-of junks carrying lanterns moves silently across the

-sky, and the water sprinkled from their paddles falls

-to the earth in the form of dew. I no longer believe

-that the stars are junks carrying lanterns, no longer

-that the dew is shaken from their oars.</p>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>THE SEA-SHELL</h3>

-

-<p class='c018'>To the passionate lover, whose sighs come back to

-him on every breeze, all the world is like a murmuring

-sea-shell.</p>

-

-<div>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>

-<h3 class='c017'>THE SWALLOW TOWER</h3>

-</div>

-

-<p class='c018'>Amid a landscape flickering with poplars, and netted

-by a silver stream, the Swallow Tower stands in the

-haunts of the sun. The winds out of the four quarters

-of heaven come to sigh around it, the clouds forsake

-the zenith to bathe it with continuous kisses. Against

-its sun-worn walls a sea of orchards breaks in white

-foam; and from the battlements the birds that flit

-below are seen like fishes in a green moat. The windows

-of the Tower stand open day and night; the

-winged Guests come when they please, and hold communication

-with the unknown Keeper of the Tower.</p>

-

-<div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span></div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>THE ROSE</h2>

-</div>

-

-<p class='c019'>I remember a day when I stood on the sea shore at

-Nice, holding a scarlet rose in my hands.</p>

-

-<p class='c020'>The calm sea, caressed by the sun, was brightly

-garmented in blue, veiled in gold, and violet, verging

-on silver.</p>

-

-<p class='c020'>Gently the waves lapped the shore, and scattering

-into pearls, emeralds and opals, hastened towards

-my feet with a monotonous, rhythmical sound, like the

-prolonged note of a single harp-string.</p>

-

-<p class='c020'>High in the clear, blue-golden sky hung the great,

-burning disc of the sun.</p>

-

-<p class='c020'>White seagulls hovered above the waves, now

-barely touching them with their snow-white breasts,

-now rising anew into the heights, like butterflies over

-the green meadows .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</p>

-

-<p class='c020'>Far in the east, a ship, trailing its smoke, glided

-slowly from sight as though it had foundered in the

-waste.</p>

-

-<p class='c020'>I threw the rose into the sea, and watched it,

-caught in the wave, receding, red on the snow-white

-foam, paler on the emerald wave.</p>

-

-<p class='c020'>And the sea continued to return it to me, again

-and again, at last no longer a flower, but strewn petals

-on restless water.</p>

-

-<p class='c020'>So with the heart, and with all proud things. In

-the end nothing remains but a handful of petals of

-what was once a proud flower .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</p>

-

-<div class='c004'><span class='sc'>John Cournos</span> after <span class='sc'>K. Tetmaier</span></div>

-

-<div class='pbb'>

- <hr class='pb c007' />

-</div>

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'><span class='xlarge'>DOCUMENTS</span></h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='pbb'>

- <hr class='pb c013' />

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>TO HULME (T. E.) AND FITZGERALD</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Is there for feckless poverty</div>

-      <div class='line'>That grins at ye for a’ that!</div>

-      <div class='line'>A hired slave to none am I,</div>

-      <div class='line'>But under-fed for a’ that;</div>

-      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The toils I shun and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>My name but mocks the guinea stamp,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And Pound’s dead broke for a’ that.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Although my linen still is clean,</div>

-      <div class='line'>My socks fine silk and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Although I dine and drink good wine—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Say, twice a week, and a’ that;</div>

-      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>My tinsel shows and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>These breeks ’ll no last many weeks</div>

-      <div class='line'>’Gainst wear and tear and a’ that.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Ye see this birkie ca’ed a bard,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Wi’ cryptic eyes and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Aesthetic phrases by the yard;</div>

-      <div class='line'>It’s but E. P. for a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>My verses, books and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>The man of independent means</div>

-      <div class='line'>He looks and laughs at a’ that.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>One man will make a novelette</div>

-      <div class='line'>And sell the same and a’ that.</div>

-      <div class='line'>For verse nae man can siller get,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Nae editor maun fa’ that.</div>

-      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Their royalties and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Wib time to loaf and will to write</div>

-      <div class='line'>I’ll stick to rhyme for a’ that.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>And ye may prise and gang your ways</div>

-      <div class='line'>Wi’ pity, sneers and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I know my trade and God has made</div>

-      <div class='line'>Some men to rhyme and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I maun gang on for a’ that</div>

-      <div class='line'>Wi’ verse to verse until the hearse</div>

-      <div class='line'>Carts off me wame and a’ that.</div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<p class='c021'>WRITTEN FOR THE CENACLE OF 1909 VIDE INTRODUCTION

-TO “THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF T. E.

-HULME,” PUBLISHED AT THE END OF “RIPOSTES.”</p>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>VATES, THE SOCIAL REFORMER</h2>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c013'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>What shall be said of him, this cock-o’-hoop?</div>

-      <div class='line'>(I’m just a trifle bored, dear God of mine,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Dear unknown God, dear chicken-pox of Heaven,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I’m bored I say), But still—my social friend—</div>

-      <div class='line'>(One has to be familiar in one’s discourse)</div>

-      <div class='line'>While he was puffing out his jets of wit</div>

-      <div class='line'>Over his swollen-bellied pipe, one thinks,</div>

-      <div class='line'>One thinks, you know, of quite a lot of things.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>(Dear unknown God, dear, queer-faced God,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Queer, queer, queer, queer-faced God,</div>

-      <div class='line'>You blanky God, be quiet for half minute,</div>

-      <div class='line'>And when I’ve shut up Rates, and sat on Naboth,</div>

-      <div class='line'>I’ll tell you half a dozen things or so.)</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>There goes a flock of starlings—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Now half a dozen years ago,</div>

-      <div class='line'>(Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)</div>

-      <div class='line'>I should have hove my sporting air-gun up</div>

-      <div class='line'>And blazed away—and now I let ’em go—</div>

-      <div class='line'>It’s odd how one changes;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Yes, that’s High Germany.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>But still, when he was smiling like a Chinese queen,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Looking as queer (I do assure you, God)</div>

-      <div class='line'>As any Chinese queen I ever saw;</div>

-      <div class='line'>And tiddle-whiddle-whiddling about prose,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Trying to quiz a mutton-headed poetaster,</div>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>And choking all the time with politics—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Why then I say, I contemplated him</div>

-      <div class='line'>And marveled (God! I marveled,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Write it in prose, dear God. Yes, in red ink.)</div>

-      <div class='line'>And marveled, as I said,</div>

-      <div class='line'>At the stupendous quantity of mind</div>

-      <div class='line'>And the amazing quality thereof.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Dear God of mine,</div>

-      <div class='line'>It’s really most amazing, doncherknow,</div>

-      <div class='line'>But really, God, I <span class='c016'><i>can’t</i></span> get off the mark;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Look here, you queer-faced God,</div>

-      <div class='line'>This fellow makes me sick with all his talk,</div>

-      <div class='line'>His ha’penny gibes at Celtic bards</div>

-      <div class='line'>And followers of Dante—honest folk!—</div>

-      <div class='line'>Because, dear God, the rotten beggar goes</div>

-      <div class='line'>And makes a Chinese blue-stocking</div>

-      <div class='line'>From half-digested dreams of Munich-air.</div>

-      <div class='line'>And then—God, why should I write it down?—</div>

-      <div class='line'>But Rates and Naboth</div>

-      <div class='line'>Aren’t half such silly fools as he is (God)</div>

-      <div class='line'>For they are frankly asinine,</div>

-      <div class='line'>While he pretends to sanity,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Modernity, (dear God, dear God).</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>It’s bad enough, dear God of mine,</div>

-      <div class='line'>That you have set me down in London town,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Endowed me with a tattered velvet coat,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Soft collar and black hat and Greek ambitions;</div>

-      <div class='line'>You might have left me there.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>But now you send</div>

-      <div class='line'>This “vates” here, this sage social reformer</div>

-      <div class='line'>(Yes, God, you rotten Roman Catholic)</div>

-      <div class='line'>To put his hypothetical conceptions</div>

-      <div class='line'>Of what a poor young poetaster would think</div>

-      <div class='line'>Into his own damned shape, and then to attack it</div>

-      <div class='line'>To his own great contemplative satisfaction.</div>

-      <div class='line'>What have I done, O God,</div>

-      <div class='line'>That so much bitterness should flop on me?</div>

-      <div class='line'>Social Reformer! That’s the beggar’s name.</div>

-      <div class='line'>He’d have me write bad novels like himself.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Yes, God, I know it’s after closing time;</div>

-      <div class='line'>And yes, I know I’ve smoked his cigarettes;</div>

-      <div class='line'>But watch that sparrow on the fountain in the rain.</div>

-      <div class='line'>How half a dozen years ago,</div>

-      <div class='line'>(Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)</div>

-      <div class='line'>I should have hove my sporting air-gun up</div>

-      <div class='line'>And blazed away—and now I let him go—</div>

-      <div class='line'>It’s odd how one changes;</div>

-      <div class='line'>Yes, that’s High Germany.</div>

-    </div>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='c004'>R. A.</div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>FRAGMENTS ADDRESSED BY CLEARCHUS H. TO ALDI</h2>

-</div>

-

-<h3 class='c022'>Πωετριε<br />Πρικε φιφτεεν κενξ<br />           π. 43</h3>

-<div class='lg-container-b c023'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>Ἰ ἁυε σατ ἑρε ἁρριε ἰν μι ἀρμχαιρ</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(πύτνηβυς, πύτνηβυς) <sup><span class='small'>(1)</span></sup></div>

-      <div class='line'>ὐατχινγ θε στιλλ Ηουνδ ἀνδ θε κιδ</div>

-      <div class='line'>ὐιθ θε δαρκ ἁιρ</div>

-      <div class='line'>ὑιχ θε ὐινδ ὀφ μι ὐπραισεδ ὐοικε</div>

-      <div class='line'>τορε λικε ἀ γρεεν ματτεδ μεσς</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(Ὀ ἄνδρες Ἀθηναῖοι) <sup><span class='small'>(2)</span></sup></div>

-      <div class='line'>ὀφ ὐετ κοβυεβς ἀνδ σεαυεεδ ἀτ τυιλιγτ,</div>

-      <div class='line'>βυτ τὁυγ Ἰ γρεατλιε δελιγτεδ</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(ἠράμαν μὲν ἐγὼ σέθεν, Ἀλδί, πάλαι πότα) <sup><span class='small'>(3)</span></sup></div>

-      <div class='line'>ἰν θησε ἀνδ θε Ἐζρα ὑισκέρς</div>

-      <div class='line'>τἁτ ὑιχ σετς με νιρεστ το ὐεεπινγ</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(ὁ δὲ Κλέαρχος εἶπε) <sup><span class='small'>(4)</span></sup></div>

-      <div class='line'>ἰς θε κλασσικαλ ῥυθμ ὀφ θε ραρε σπεεχες,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Ὠ θε ὐνσπωκεν σπεεχες</div>

-      <div class='line'>Ἑλλενικ.</div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='lg-container-l c024'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Notes.</span> (1) A vehicle conducting passengers from Athens,</div>

-      <div class='line in11'>the capital of Greece, to the temple of the winds,</div>

-      <div class='line in11'>which stands in a respectable suburb.</div>

-      <div class='line in7'>(2) Rendered by Butler, “O God! O Montreal!”</div>

-      <div class='line in7'>(3) Sappho!!!!!!</div>

-      <div class='line in7'>(4) Xenophon’s Anabasis.</div>

-      <div class='line in51'>F. M. H.</div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>Pôetrie<br />Prike phiphteen kenx<br />           p. 43</h3>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c023'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I haue sat here harrie in mi armchair</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(pυtnêbus, pυtnêbus) <sup><span class='small'>(1)</span></sup></div>

-      <div class='line'>uatching the still Êound and the kid</div>

-      <div class='line'>uith the dark hair</div>

-      <div class='line'>huich the uind oph mi upraised uoike</div>

-      <div class='line'>tore like a green matted mess</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(Ô andres Athênaioi) <sup><span class='small'>(2)</span></sup></div>

-      <div class='line'>oph uet kobuebs and seaueed at tuiligt,</div>

-      <div class='line'>but thoug I greatlie deligted</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) <sup><span class='small'>(3)</span></sup></div>

-      <div class='line'>in thêse and the Ezra huiskers</div>

-      <div class='line'>that huich sets me nirest to ueeping</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(ho de Klearchos eipe) <sup><span class='small'>(4)</span></sup></div>

-      <div class='line'>is the klassikal rhythm oph the rare speeches,</div>

-      <div class='line'>Ô the unspôken speeches</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hellenik.</div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<h3 class='c017'>Poetry<br />Price fifteen cents<br />          p. 43</h3>

-

-<div class='lg-container-b c023'>

-  <div class='linegroup'>

-    <div class='group'>

-      <div class='line'>I have sat here Harry in my armchair</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(Putney-bus, Putney-bus) (1)</div>

-      <div class='line'>watching the still hound and the kid</div>

-      <div class='line'>with the dark hair</div>

-      <div class='line'>which the wind of my upraised voice</div>

-      <div class='line'>tore like a green matted mess</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)</div>

-      <div class='line'>of wet cobwebs and seaweed at twilight,</div>

-      <div class='line'>but though I greatly delighted</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)</div>

-      <div class='line'>in these and the Ezra whiskers</div>

-      <div class='line'>that which sets me nearest to weeping</div>

-      <div class='line in10'>(ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)</div>

-      <div class='line'>is the classical rhythm of the rare speeches,</div>

-      <div class='line'>O the unspoken speeches</div>

-      <div class='line'>Hellenic.</div>

-    </div>

-  </div>

-</div>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>

-  <h2 class='c010'>BIBLIOGRAPHY</h2>

-</div>

-<p class='c025'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span>—“The Net of the Stars.” Published by Elkin Mathews, 4 Cork St., London, W.</p>

-<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span>—Collected Poems (Personae, Exultations, Canzoni, Ripostes). Published by Elkin Mathews.</p>

-<p class='c027'><span class='small'>TRANSLATIONS</span>:</p>

-<p class='c028'>    “The Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti.” Published by Small, Maynard &amp; Co., Boston.</p>

-<p class='c028'>    The Canzoni of Arnaut Daniel. R. F. Seymour &amp; Co., Fine Arts Bldg., Chicago.</p>

-<p class='c027'><span class='small'>PROSE</span>:</p>

-<p class='c028'>“The Spirit of Romance.” A study of mediaeval poetry. Dent &amp; Sons. London.</p>

-<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span>—“Collected Poems.” Published

-    by Max Goschen, 20 Gt. Russel St., London.

-    Forty volumes of prose with various publishers.</p>

-<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span>—Author of “The New Word,” “The Divine Mystery,” etc., etc.</p>

-<p class='c028'>    The “Scented Leaves” appears in “Poetry” for September 1913.</p>

-<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span>—“The Tempers.” Published

-    by Elkin Mathews.</p>

-<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span>—“A Dome of Many Coloured Glass.” Published by Houghton, Mifflin, Boston.</p>

-

-<div class='chapter'>

-  <h2 class='c010'>Transcriber's Notes</h2>

-</div>

-

-<p class='c029'>On page 37, "popies" was replaced by "poppies".</p>

-

-<p class='c030'>The humorous poem written with Greek characters on page 62 has also been rendered in their Latin equivalents for the benefit of those who cannot pronounce the Greek and also in Latin look-alikes.  It appears that, in the first line, the rho's should have been pi's, making the 5th word <b>ἁππιε</b> or <b>happie</b>; it was left as printed. Or, this might have been addressed to the editor of "Poetry" whose name was Harriet Monroe.</p>

-

-<p class='c030'>Minor typographical errors have been corrected without comment.</p>

-

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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 50782 ***</div>
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+  <h1 class='c000'><span class='c001'>DES IMAGISTES</span></h1>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c003'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>«Καὶ κείνα Σικελά, καὶ ἐν Αἰτναίαισιν ἔπαιζεν</div>
+      <div class='line'>ἀόσι, καὶ μέλος ᾖδε τὸ Δώριον.»</div>
+      <div class='c004'>Επιτάφιος Βίωνος</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c005'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“And she also was of Sikilia and was gay in</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>the valleys of Ætna, and knew the Doric</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>singing.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c006'>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>DES IMAGISTES</span></div>
+    <div class='c007'>AN ANTHOLOGY</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/colo.jpg' alt='colophon' class='ig001' />
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c008'>
+    <div>NEW YORK</div>
+    <div>ALBERT AND CHARLES BONI</div>
+    <div>96 FIFTH AVENUE</div>
+    <div>1914</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c009'>
+    <div>Copyright, 1914</div>
+    <div>By</div>
+    <div>Albert and Charles Boni</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>CONTENTS</h2>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c011'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Choricos       <a href='#Page_7'>7</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>To a Greek Marble       <a href='#Page_10'>10</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Au Vieux Jardin       <a href='#Page_11'>11</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Lesbia       <a href='#Page_12'>12</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch       <a href='#Page_13'>13</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Argyria       <a href='#Page_14'>14</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>In the Via Sestina       <a href='#Page_15'>15</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>The River       <a href='#Page_16'>16</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Bromios       <a href='#Page_17'>17</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>To Atthis       <a href='#Page_19'>19</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>H. D.</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Sitalkas       <a href='#Page_20'>20</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Hermes of the Ways I       <a href='#Page_21'>21</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Hermes of the Ways II       <a href='#Page_22'>22</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Priapus       <a href='#Page_24'>24</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Acon       <a href='#Page_26'>26</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Hermonax       <a href='#Page_28'>28</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Epigram       <a href='#Page_30'>30</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>I       <a href='#Page_31'>31</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>II Hallucination       <a href='#Page_32'>32</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>III       <a href='#Page_33'>33</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>IV       <a href='#Page_34'>34</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>V The Swan       <a href='#Page_35'>35</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span><span class='sc'>Skipwith Cannéll</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Nocturnes       <a href='#Page_36'>36</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>In a Garden       <a href='#Page_38'>38</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Postlude       <a href='#Page_39'>39</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>James Joyce</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>I Hear an Army       <a href='#Page_40'>40</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Δώρια       <a href='#Page_41'>41</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>The Return       <a href='#Page_42'>42</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>After Ch’u Yuan       <a href='#Page_43'>43</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Liu Ch’e       <a href='#Page_44'>44</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Fan-Piece for Her Imperial Lord       <a href='#Page_45'>45</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Ts’ai Chi’h       <a href='#Page_46'>46</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>In the Little Old Market-Place       <a href='#Page_47'>47</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar       <a href='#Page_51'>51</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>John Cournos</span> after <span class='sc'>K. Tetmaier</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>The Rose       <a href='#Page_54'>54</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Documents</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>To Hulme (T. E.) and Fitzgerald       <a href='#Page_57'>57</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Vates, the Social Reformer       <a href='#Page_59'>59</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Fragments Addressed by Clearchus H. to Aldi       <a href='#Page_62'>62</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='c012'><i>Bibliography</i></span>       <a href='#Page_63'>63</a></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>CHORICOS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The ancient songs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pass deathward mournfully.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and wings—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Symbols of ancient songs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mournfully passing</div>
+      <div class='line'>Down to the great white surges,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Watched of none</div>
+      <div class='line'>Save the frail sea-birds</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the lithe pale girls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Daughters of Okeanus.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And the songs pass</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the green land</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which lies upon the waves as a leaf</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the flowers of hyacinth;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And they pass from the waters,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The manifold winds and the dim moon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And they come,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Silently winging through soft Kimmerian dusk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the quiet level lands</div>
+      <div class='line'>That she keeps for us all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That she wrought for us all for sleep</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the silver days of the earth’s dawning—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Proserpina, daughter of Zeus.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And we turn from the Kuprian’s breasts,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>And we turn from thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Phoibos Apollon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And we turn from the music of old</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the hills that we loved and the meads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And we turn from the fiery day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the lips that were over sweet;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For silently</div>
+      <div class='line'>Brushing the fields with red-shod feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With purple robe</div>
+      <div class='line'>Searing the flowers as with a sudden flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hast come upon us.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And of all the ancient songs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Passing to the swallow-blue halls</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the dark streams of Persephone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This only remains:</div>
+      <div class='line'>That we turn to thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That we turn to thee, singing</div>
+      <div class='line'>One last song.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O Death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art an healing wind</div>
+      <div class='line'>That blowest over white flowers</div>
+      <div class='line'>A-tremble with dew;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art a wind flowing</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over dark leagues of lonely sea;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art the dusk and the fragrance;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art the lips of love mournfully smiling;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>Thou art the pale peace of one</div>
+      <div class='line'>Satiate with old desires;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art the silence of beauty,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And we look no more for the morning</div>
+      <div class='line'>We yearn no more for the sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Since with thy white hands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou crownest us with the pallid chaplets,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The slim colourless poppies</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which in thy garden alone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Softly thou gatherest.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And silently,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And with slow feet approaching,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And with bowed head and unlit eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>We kneel before thee:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And thou, leaning towards us,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Caressingly layest upon us</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flowers from thy thin cold hands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, smiling as a chaste woman</div>
+      <div class='line'>Knowing love in her heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou sealest our eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the illimitable quietude</div>
+      <div class='line'>Comes gently upon us.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>TO A GREEK MARBLE</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Πότνια, πότνια</div>
+      <div class='line'>White grave goddess,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pity my sadness,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O silence of Paros.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I am not of these about thy feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>These garments and decorum;</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am thy brother,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And thou hearest me not.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I have whispered thee in thy solitudes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of our loves in Phrygia,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The far ecstasy of burning noons</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the fragile pipes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ceased in the cypress shade,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the brown fingers of the shepherd</div>
+      <div class='line'>Moved over slim shoulders;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And only the cicada sang.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I have told thee of the hills</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the lisp of reeds</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the sun upon thy breasts,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And thou hearest me not,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Πότνια, πότνια,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hearest me not.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>AU VIEUX JARDIN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I have sat here happy in the gardens,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Watching the still pool and the reeds</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the dark clouds</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which the wind of the upper air</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tore like the green leafy boughs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the divers-hued trees of late summer;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But though I greatly delight</div>
+      <div class='line'>In these and the water lilies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That which sets me nighest to weeping</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flag-stones,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the pale yellow grasses</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among them.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>LESBIA</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Use no more speech now;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let the silence spread gold hair above us</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fold on delicate fold;</div>
+      <div class='line'>You had the ivory of my life to carve.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Use no more speech.</div>
+      <div class='line in14'>.   .   .   .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And Picus of Mirandola is dead;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rotten and dank.</div>
+      <div class='line in14'>.   .   .   .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And through it all I see your pale Greek face;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tenderness makes me as eager as a little child</div>
+      <div class='line'>To love you</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>You morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>BEAUTY THOU HAST HURT ME OVERMUCH</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The light is a wound to me.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The soft notes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Feed upon the wound.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Where wert thou born</div>
+      <div class='line'>O thou woe</div>
+      <div class='line'>That consumest my life?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whither comest thou?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Toothed wind of the seas,</div>
+      <div class='line'>No man knows thy beginning.</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a bird with strong claws</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou woundest me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O beautiful sorrow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>ARGYRIA</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O you,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O you most fair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swayer of reeds, whisperer</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the flowering rushes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You have hidden your hands</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath the poplar leaves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You have given them to the white waters.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Swallow-fleet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sea-child cold from waves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pan mourns for you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>White limbs, white song,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pan mourns for you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>IN THE VIA SESTINA</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O daughter of Isis,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou standest beside the wet highway</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of this decayed Rome,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A manifest harlot.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Straight and slim art thou</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a marble phallus;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy face is the face of Isis</div>
+      <div class='line'>Carven</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>As she is carven in basalt.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And my heart stops with awe</div>
+      <div class='line'>At the presence of the gods,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There beside thee on the stall of images</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is the head of Osiris</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy lord.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>THE RIVER</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>I</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I drifted along the river</div>
+      <div class='line'>Until I moored my boat</div>
+      <div class='line'>By these crossed trunks.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Here the mist moves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over fragile leaves and rushes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Colourless waters and brown fading hills.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>She has come from beneath the trees,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Moving within the mist,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A floating leaf.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>II</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O blue flower of the evening,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You have touched my face</div>
+      <div class='line'>With your leaves of silver.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Love me for I must depart.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>BROMIOS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The withered bonds are broken.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The waxed reeds and the double pipe</div>
+      <div class='line'>Clamour about me;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The hot wind swirls</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through the red pine trunks.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Io! the fauns and the satyrs.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The touch of their shagged curled fur</div>
+      <div class='line'>And blunt horns!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They have wine in heavy craters</div>
+      <div class='line'>Painted black and red;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wine to splash on her white body.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Io!</div>
+      <div class='line'>She shrinks from the cold shower—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Afraid, afraid!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Let the Maenads break through the myrtles</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the boughs of the rohododaphnai.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let them tear the quick deers’ flesh.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ah, the cruel, exquisite fingers!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Io!</div>
+      <div class='line'>I have brought you the brown clusters,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The ivy-boughs and pine-cones.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Your breasts are cold sea-ripples,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But they smell of the warm grasses.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>Throw wide the chiton and the peplum,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Maidens of the Dew.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beautiful are your bodies, O Maenads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beautiful the sudden folds,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The vanishing curves of the white linen</div>
+      <div class='line'>About you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Io!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hear the rich laughter of the forest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The cymbals,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The trampling of the panisks and the centaurs.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington.</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>TO ATTHIS<br /> <br />(<i>After the Manuscript of Sappho now in Berlin</i>)</h2>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Atthis, far from me and dear Mnasidika,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dwells in Sardis;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Many times she was near us</div>
+      <div class='line'>So that we lived life well</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the far-famed goddess</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom above all things music delighted.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And now she is first among the Lydian women</div>
+      <div class='line'>As the mighty sun, the rose-fingered moon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beside the great stars.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And the light fades from the bitter sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>And in like manner from the rich-blossoming earth;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the dew is shed upon the flowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rose and soft meadow-sweet</div>
+      <div class='line'>And many-coloured melilote.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Many things told are remembered of sterile Atthis.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I yearn to behold thy delicate soul</div>
+      <div class='line'>To satiate my desire.  .  .  .</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>SITALKAS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art come at length</div>
+      <div class='line'>More beautiful</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than any cool god</div>
+      <div class='line'>In a chamber under</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lycia’s far coast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than any high god</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who touches us not</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here in the seeded grass.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Aye, than Argestes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Scattering the broken leaves.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>HERMES OF THE WAYS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>I</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The hard sand breaks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the grains of it</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are clear as wine.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Far off over the leagues of it,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Playing on the wide shore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Piles little ridges,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the great waves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Break over it.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But more than the many-foamed ways</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I know him</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the triple path-ways,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hermes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who awaiteth.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Dubious,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Facing three ways,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Welcoming wayfarers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He whom the sea-orchard</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shelters from the west,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the east</div>
+      <div class='line'>Weathers sea-wind;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fronts the great dunes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>Wind rushes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over the dunes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the coarse, salt-crusted grass</div>
+      <div class='line'>Answers.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Heu,</div>
+      <div class='line'>It whips round my ankles!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>II</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Small is</div>
+      <div class='line'>This white stream,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flowing below ground</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the poplar-shaded hill,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the water is sweet.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Apples on the small trees</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are hard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Too small,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Too late ripened</div>
+      <div class='line'>By a desperate sun</div>
+      <div class='line'>That struggles through sea-mist.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The boughs of the trees</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are twisted</div>
+      <div class='line'>By many bafflings;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Twisted are</div>
+      <div class='line'>The small-leafed boughs.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the shadow of them</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is not the shadow of the mast head</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor of the torn sails.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>Hermes, Hermes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The great sea foamed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gnashed its teeth about me;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But you have waited,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where sea-grass tangles with</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shore-grass.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>PRIAPUS<br /> <br /><i>Keeper-of-Orchards</i></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I saw the first pear</div>
+      <div class='line'>As it fell.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The honey-seeking, golden-banded,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The yellow swarm</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was not more fleet than I,</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Spare us from loveliness!)</div>
+      <div class='line'>And I fell prostrate,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Crying,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hast flayed us with thy blossoms;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Spare us the beauty</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of fruit-trees!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The honey-seeking</div>
+      <div class='line'>Paused not,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The air thundered their song,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And I alone was prostrate.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O rough-hewn</div>
+      <div class='line'>God of the orchard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I bring thee an offering;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Do thou, alone unbeautiful</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Son of the god),</div>
+      <div class='line'>Spare us from loveliness.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The fallen hazel-nuts,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stripped late of their green sheaths,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>The grapes, red-purple,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their berries</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dripping with wine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pomegranates already broken,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And shrunken fig,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And quinces untouched,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I bring thee as offering.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>ACON<br /> <br />(<i>After Joannes Baptista Amaltheus</i>)</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>I</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Bear me to Dictaeus,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And to the steep slopes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the river Erymanthus.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I choose spray of dittany,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Cyperum frail of flower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Buds of myrrh,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All-healing herbs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Close pressed in calathes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>For she lies panting,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Drawing sharp breath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Broken with harsh sobs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She, Hyella,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom no god pitieth.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>II</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Dryads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Haunting the groves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nereids,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who dwell in wet caves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For all the whitish leaves of olive-branch,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And early roses,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And ivy wreathes, woven gold berries,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which she once brought to your altars,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>Bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Assyrian wine</div>
+      <div class='line'>To shatter her fever.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The light of her face falls from its flower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a hyacinth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hidden in a far valley,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Perishes upon burnt grass.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Pales,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bring gifts,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bring your Phoenician stuffs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And do you, fleet-footed nymphs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bring offerings,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Illyrian iris,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And a branch of shrub,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And frail-headed poppies.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>HERMONAX</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Gods of the sea;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ino,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Leaving warm meads</div>
+      <div class='line'>For the green, grey-green fastnesses</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the great deeps;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Palemon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bright striker of sea-shaft,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hear me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Let all whom the sea loveth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Come to its altar front,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And I</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who can offer no other sacrifice to thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bring this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Broken by great waves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wavelets flung it here,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This sea-gliding creature,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This strange creature like a weed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Covered with salt foam,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Torn from the hillocks</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of rock.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I, Hermonax,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Caster of nets,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Risking chance,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Plying the sea craft,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Came on it.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>Thus to sea god</div>
+      <div class='line'>Cometh gift of sea wrack;</div>
+      <div class='line'>I, Hermonax, offer it</div>
+      <div class='line'>To thee, Ino,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And to Palemon.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>EPIGRAM<br /> <br />(<i>After the Greek</i>)</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The golden one is gone from the banquets;</div>
+      <div class='line'>She, beloved of Atimetus,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The swallow, the bright Homonoea:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gone the dear chatterer.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>I</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>London, my beautiful,</div>
+      <div class='line'>it is not the sunset</div>
+      <div class='line'>nor the pale green sky</div>
+      <div class='line'>shimmering through the curtain</div>
+      <div class='line'>of the silver birch,</div>
+      <div class='line'>nor the quietness;</div>
+      <div class='line'>it is not the hopping</div>
+      <div class='line'>of birds</div>
+      <div class='line'>upon the lawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>nor the darkness</div>
+      <div class='line'>stealing over all things</div>
+      <div class='line'>that moves me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But as the moon creeps slowly</div>
+      <div class='line'>over the tree-tops</div>
+      <div class='line'>among the stars,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I think of her</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the glow her passing</div>
+      <div class='line'>sheds on men.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>London, my beautiful,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I will climb</div>
+      <div class='line'>into the branches</div>
+      <div class='line'>to the moonlit tree-tops,</div>
+      <div class='line'>that my blood may be cooled</div>
+      <div class='line'>by the wind.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>II</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I know this room,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and there are corridors:</div>
+      <div class='line'>the pictures, I have seen before;</div>
+      <div class='line'>the statues and those gems in cases</div>
+      <div class='line'>I have wandered by before,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>stood there silent and lonely</div>
+      <div class='line'>in a dream of years ago.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I know the dark of night is all around me;</div>
+      <div class='line'>my eyes are closed, and I am half asleep.</div>
+      <div class='line'>My wife breathes gently at my side.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But once again this old dream is within me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and I am on the threshold waiting,</div>
+      <div class='line'>wondering, pleased, and fearful.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where do those doors lead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>what rooms lie beyond them?</div>
+      <div class='line'>I venture. . . .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But my baby moves and tosses</div>
+      <div class='line'>from side to side,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and her need calls me to her.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Now I stand awake, unseeing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>in the dark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and I move towards her cot. . . .</div>
+      <div class='line'>I shall not reach her . . . There is no direction. . . .</div>
+      <div class='line'>I shall walk on. . . .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>III</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Immortal? . . . No,</div>
+      <div class='line'>they cannot be, these people,</div>
+      <div class='line'>nor I.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Tired faces,</div>
+      <div class='line'>eyes that have never seen the world,</div>
+      <div class='line'>bodies that have never lived in air,</div>
+      <div class='line'>lips that have never minted speech,</div>
+      <div class='line'>they are the clipped and garbled,</div>
+      <div class='line'>blocking the highway.</div>
+      <div class='line'>They swarm and eddy</div>
+      <div class='line'>between the banks of glowing shops</div>
+      <div class='line'>towards the red meat,</div>
+      <div class='line'>the potherbs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>the cheapjacks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>or surge in</div>
+      <div class='line'>before the swift rush</div>
+      <div class='line'>of the clanging trams,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>pitiful, ugly, mean,</div>
+      <div class='line'>encumbering.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Immortal? . . .</div>
+      <div class='line'>In a wood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>watching the shadow of a bird</div>
+      <div class='line'>leap from frond to frond of bracken,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am immortal.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But these?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>IV</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The grass is beneath my head;</div>
+      <div class='line'>and I gaze</div>
+      <div class='line'>at the thronging stars</div>
+      <div class='line'>in the night.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They fall . . . they fall. . . .</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am overwhelmed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and afraid.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Each leaf of the aspen</div>
+      <div class='line'>is caressed by the wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and each is crying.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And the perfume</div>
+      <div class='line'>of invisible roses</div>
+      <div class='line'>deepens the anguish.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Let a strong mesh of roots</div>
+      <div class='line'>feed the crimson of roses</div>
+      <div class='line'>upon my heart;</div>
+      <div class='line'>and then fold over the hollow</div>
+      <div class='line'>where all the pain was.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>V</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Under the lily shadow</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the gold</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the blue and mauve</div>
+      <div class='line'>that the whin and the lilac</div>
+      <div class='line'>pour down on the water,</div>
+      <div class='line'>the fishes quiver.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Over the green cold leaves</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the rippled silver</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the tarnished copper</div>
+      <div class='line'>of its neck and beak,</div>
+      <div class='line'>toward the deep black water</div>
+      <div class='line'>beneath the arches,</div>
+      <div class='line'>the swan floats slowly.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Into the dark of the arch the swan floats</div>
+      <div class='line'>and into the black depth of my sorrow</div>
+      <div class='line'>it bears a white rose of flame.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>NOCTURNES</h2>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>I</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thy feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That are like little, silver birds,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Therefore I will follow thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon any path will I follow thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For the light of thy beauty</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shines before me like a torch.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'>II</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thy feet are white</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the foam of the sea;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lest I stumble,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And into deep waters.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'>III</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Long have I been</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the Singer beneath thy Casement,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now I am weary.</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am sick with longing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O my Belovéd;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Therefore bear me with thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swiftly</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon our road.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>IV</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>With the net of thy hair</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hast fished in the sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And a strange fish</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hast thou caught in thy net;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For thy hair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Belovéd,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Holdeth my heart</div>
+      <div class='line'>Within its web of gold.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'>V</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I am weary with love, and thy lips</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are night-born poppies.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Give me therefore thy lips</div>
+      <div class='line'>That I may know sleep.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'>VI</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I am weary with longing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am faint with love;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For upon my head has the moonlight</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fallen</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a sword.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Skipwith Cannéll</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>IN A GARDEN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Gushing from the mouths of stone men</div>
+      <div class='line'>To spread at ease under the sky</div>
+      <div class='line'>In granite-lipped basins,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where iris dabble their feet</div>
+      <div class='line'>And rustle to a passing wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The water fills the garden with its rushing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where trickle and plash the fountains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Splashing down moss-tarnished steps</div>
+      <div class='line'>It falls, the water;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the air is throbbing with it;</div>
+      <div class='line'>With its gurgling and running;</div>
+      <div class='line'>With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And I wished for night and you.</div>
+      <div class='line'>I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,</div>
+      <div class='line'>White and shining in the silver-flecked water.</div>
+      <div class='line'>While the moon rode over the garden,</div>
+      <div class='line'>High in the arch of night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Night and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>POSTLUDE</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Now that I have cooled to you</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Temples soothed by the sun to ruin</div>
+      <div class='line'>That sleep utterly.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Give me hand for the dances,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ripples at Philæ, in and out,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And lips, my Lesbian,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wall flowers that once were flame.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Your hair is my Carthage</div>
+      <div class='line'>And my arms the bow</div>
+      <div class='line'>And our words arrows</div>
+      <div class='line'>To shoot the stars,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who from that misty sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swarm to destroy us.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But you’re there beside me</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, how shall I defy you</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who wound me in the night</div>
+      <div class='line'>With breasts shining</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like Venus and like Mars?</div>
+      <div class='line'>The night that is shouting Jason</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the loud eaves rattle</div>
+      <div class='line'>As with waves above me</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blue at the prow of my desire!</div>
+      <div class='line'>O prayers in the dark!</div>
+      <div class='line'>O incense to Poseidon!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Calm in Atlantis.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>I HEAR AN ARMY</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I hear an army charging upon the land,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Disdaining the rains, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They cry into the night their battle name:</div>
+      <div class='line'>I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.</div>
+      <div class='line'>They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair:</div>
+      <div class='line'>They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.</div>
+      <div class='line'>My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?</div>
+      <div class='line'>My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>James Joyce</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>ΔΏΡΙΑ</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Be in me as the eternal moods</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>of the bleak wind, and not</div>
+      <div class='line'>As transient things are—</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>gaiety of flowers.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Have me in the strong loneliness</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>of sunless cliffs</div>
+      <div class='line'>And of grey waters.</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>Let the gods speak softly of us</div>
+      <div class='line'>In days hereafter,</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>The shadowy flowers of Orcus</div>
+      <div class='line'>Remember Thee.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>THE RETURN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>See, they return; ah, see the tentative</div>
+      <div class='line'>Movements, and the slow feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The trouble in the pace and the uncertain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wavering!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>See, they return, one, and by one,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With fear, as half-awakened;</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if the snow should hesitate</div>
+      <div class='line'>And murmur in the wind</div>
+      <div class='line in16'>and half turn back;</div>
+      <div class='line'>These were the “Wing’d-with-Awe,”</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>Inviolable.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Gods of the winged shoe!</div>
+      <div class='line'>With them the silver hounds</div>
+      <div class='line in16'>sniffing the trace of air!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Haie! Haie!</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>These were the swift to harry;</div>
+      <div class='line'>These the keen-scented;</div>
+      <div class='line'>These were the souls of blood.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Slow on the leash,</div>
+      <div class='line in16'>pallid the leash-men!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>AFTER CH’U YUAN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I will get me to the wood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the silver-blue flood move others with ivory cars.</div>
+      <div class='line'>There come forth many maidens</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For there are leopards drawing the cars.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I will walk in the glade,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I will come out of the new thicket</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>and accost the procession of maidens.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>LIU CH’E</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The rustling of the silk is discontinued,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dust drifts over the courtyard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Scurry into heaps and lie still,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound.</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>FAN-PIECE FOR HER IMPERIAL LORD</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O fan of white silk,</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>clear as frost on the grass-blade,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You also are laid aside.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>TS’AI CHI’H</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The petals fall in the fountain,</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>the orange coloured rose-leaves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their ochre clings to the stone.</div>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound.</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>IN THE LITTLE OLD MARKET-PLACE<br /> <br /><i>(To the Memory of A. V.)</i></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c011'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>It rains, it rains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From gutters and drains</div>
+      <div class='line'>And gargoyles and gables:</div>
+      <div class='line'>It drips from the tables</div>
+      <div class='line'>That tell us the tolls upon grains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oxen, asses, sheep, turkeys and fowls</div>
+      <div class='line'>Set into the rain-soaked wall</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the old Town Hall.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The mountains being so tall</div>
+      <div class='line'>And forcing the town on the river,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The market’s so small</div>
+      <div class='line'>That, with the wet cobbles, dark arches and all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The owls</div>
+      <div class='line'>(For in dark rainy weather the owls fly out</div>
+      <div class='line'>Well before four), so the owls</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the gloom</div>
+      <div class='line'>Have too little room</div>
+      <div class='line'>And brush by the saint on the fountain</div>
+      <div class='line'>In veering about.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The poor saint on the fountain!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Supported by plaques of the giver</div>
+      <div class='line'>To whom we’re beholden;</div>
+      <div class='line'>His name was de Sales</div>
+      <div class='line'>And his wife’s name von Mangel.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>(Now is he a saint or archangel?)</div>
+      <div class='line'>He stands on a dragon</div>
+      <div class='line'>On a ball, on a column</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gazing up at the vines on the mountain:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And his falchion is golden</div>
+      <div class='line'>And his wings are all golden.</div>
+      <div class='line'>He bears golden scales</div>
+      <div class='line'>And in spite of the coils of his dragon, without hint of alarm or invective</div>
+      <div class='line'>Looks up at the mists on the mountain.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>(Now what saint or archangel</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stands winged on a dragon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bearing golden scales and a broad bladed sword all golden?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Alas, my knowledge</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of all the saints of the college,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of all these glimmering, olden</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sacred and misty stories</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of angels and saints and old glories .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is sadly defective.)</div>
+      <div class='line'>The poor saint on the fountain .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>On top of his column</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gazes up sad and solemn.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But is it towards the top of the mountain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the spindrifty haze is</div>
+      <div class='line'>That he gazes?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or is it into the casement</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the girl sits sewing?</div>
+      <div class='line'>There’s no knowing.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>Hear it rain!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And from eight leaden pipes in the ball he stands on</div>
+      <div class='line'>That has eight leaden and copper bands on,</div>
+      <div class='line'>There gurgle and drain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Eight driblets of water down into the basin.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And he stands on his dragon</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the girl sits sewing</div>
+      <div class='line'>High, very high in her casement</div>
+      <div class='line'>And before her are many geraniums in a parket</div>
+      <div class='line'>All growing and blowing</div>
+      <div class='line'>In box upon box</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the gables right down to the basement</div>
+      <div class='line'>With frescoes and carvings and paint .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The poor saint!</div>
+      <div class='line'>It rains and it rains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the market there isn’t an ox,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And in all the emplacement</div>
+      <div class='line'>For waggons there isn’t a waggon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not a stall for a grape or a raisin,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not a soul in the market</div>
+      <div class='line'>Save the saint on his dragon</div>
+      <div class='line'>With the rain dribbling down in the basin,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the maiden that sews in the casement.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They are still and alone,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='c016'><i>Mutterseelens</i></span> alone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the rain dribbles down from his heels and his crown,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>From wet stone to wet stone.</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s grey as at dawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the owls, grey and fawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Call from the little town hall</div>
+      <div class='line'>With its arch in the wall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the fire-hooks are stored.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>From behind the flowers of her casement</div>
+      <div class='line'>That’s all gay with the carvings and paint,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The maiden gives a great yawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the poor saint—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No doubt he’s as bored!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stands still on his column</div>
+      <div class='line'>Uplifting his sword</div>
+      <div class='line'>With never the ease of a yawn</div>
+      <div class='line'>From wet dawn to wet dawn .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>SCENTED LEAVES FROM A CHINESE JAR</h2>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE BITTER PURPLE WILLOWS</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>Meditating on the glory of illustrious lineage I lifted
+up my eyes and beheld the bitter purple willows growing
+round the tombs of the exalted Mings.</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE GOLD FISH</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c007'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Like a breath from hoarded musk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the golden fins that move</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the tank’s green shadows part—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Living flames out of the dusk—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are the lightning throbs of love</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the passionate lover’s heart.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE INTOXICATED POET</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>A poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue, spoke
+thus: “More fragrant than the heliotrope, which
+blooms all the year round, better than vermilion letters
+on tablets of sendal, are thy kisses, thou shy one!”</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE JONQUILS</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>I have heard that a certain princess, when she found
+that she had been married by a demon, wove a wreath
+of jonquils and sent it to the lover of former days.</p>
+
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>
+<h3 class='c017'>THE MERMAID</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c018'>The sailor boy who leant over the side of the Junk
+of Many Pearls, and combed the green tresses of the
+sea with his ivory fingers, believing that he had heard
+the voice of a mermaid, cast his body down between
+the waves.</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE MIDDLE KINGDOM</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>The emperors of fourteen dynasties, clad in robes of
+yellow silk embroidered with the Dragon, wearing gold
+diadems set with pearls and rubies, and seated on
+thrones of incomparable ivory, have ruled over the
+Middle Kingdom for four thousand years.</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE MILKY WAY</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>My mother taught me that every night a procession
+of junks carrying lanterns moves silently across the
+sky, and the water sprinkled from their paddles falls
+to the earth in the form of dew. I no longer believe
+that the stars are junks carrying lanterns, no longer
+that the dew is shaken from their oars.</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE SEA-SHELL</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>To the passionate lover, whose sighs come back to
+him on every breeze, all the world is like a murmuring
+sea-shell.</p>
+
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>
+<h3 class='c017'>THE SWALLOW TOWER</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c018'>Amid a landscape flickering with poplars, and netted
+by a silver stream, the Swallow Tower stands in the
+haunts of the sun. The winds out of the four quarters
+of heaven come to sigh around it, the clouds forsake
+the zenith to bathe it with continuous kisses. Against
+its sun-worn walls a sea of orchards breaks in white
+foam; and from the battlements the birds that flit
+below are seen like fishes in a green moat. The windows
+of the Tower stand open day and night; the
+winged Guests come when they please, and hold communication
+with the unknown Keeper of the Tower.</p>
+
+<div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span></div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>THE ROSE</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c019'>I remember a day when I stood on the sea shore at
+Nice, holding a scarlet rose in my hands.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>The calm sea, caressed by the sun, was brightly
+garmented in blue, veiled in gold, and violet, verging
+on silver.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>Gently the waves lapped the shore, and scattering
+into pearls, emeralds and opals, hastened towards
+my feet with a monotonous, rhythmical sound, like the
+prolonged note of a single harp-string.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>High in the clear, blue-golden sky hung the great,
+burning disc of the sun.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>White seagulls hovered above the waves, now
+barely touching them with their snow-white breasts,
+now rising anew into the heights, like butterflies over
+the green meadows .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>Far in the east, a ship, trailing its smoke, glided
+slowly from sight as though it had foundered in the
+waste.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>I threw the rose into the sea, and watched it,
+caught in the wave, receding, red on the snow-white
+foam, paler on the emerald wave.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>And the sea continued to return it to me, again
+and again, at last no longer a flower, but strewn petals
+on restless water.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>So with the heart, and with all proud things. In
+the end nothing remains but a handful of petals of
+what was once a proud flower .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</p>
+
+<div class='c004'><span class='sc'>John Cournos</span> after <span class='sc'>K. Tetmaier</span></div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c007' />
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'><span class='xlarge'>DOCUMENTS</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c013' />
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>TO HULME (T. E.) AND FITZGERALD</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Is there for feckless poverty</div>
+      <div class='line'>That grins at ye for a’ that!</div>
+      <div class='line'>A hired slave to none am I,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But under-fed for a’ that;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The toils I shun and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>My name but mocks the guinea stamp,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Pound’s dead broke for a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Although my linen still is clean,</div>
+      <div class='line'>My socks fine silk and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Although I dine and drink good wine—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Say, twice a week, and a’ that;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>My tinsel shows and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>These breeks ’ll no last many weeks</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Gainst wear and tear and a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Ye see this birkie ca’ed a bard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wi’ cryptic eyes and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Aesthetic phrases by the yard;</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s but E. P. for a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>My verses, books and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The man of independent means</div>
+      <div class='line'>He looks and laughs at a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>One man will make a novelette</div>
+      <div class='line'>And sell the same and a’ that.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For verse nae man can siller get,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nae editor maun fa’ that.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their royalties and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wib time to loaf and will to write</div>
+      <div class='line'>I’ll stick to rhyme for a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And ye may prise and gang your ways</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wi’ pity, sneers and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I know my trade and God has made</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some men to rhyme and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I maun gang on for a’ that</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wi’ verse to verse until the hearse</div>
+      <div class='line'>Carts off me wame and a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c021'>WRITTEN FOR THE CENACLE OF 1909 VIDE INTRODUCTION
+TO “THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF T. E.
+HULME,” PUBLISHED AT THE END OF “RIPOSTES.”</p>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>VATES, THE SOCIAL REFORMER</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>What shall be said of him, this cock-o’-hoop?</div>
+      <div class='line'>(I’m just a trifle bored, dear God of mine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dear unknown God, dear chicken-pox of Heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I’m bored I say), But still—my social friend—</div>
+      <div class='line'>(One has to be familiar in one’s discourse)</div>
+      <div class='line'>While he was puffing out his jets of wit</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over his swollen-bellied pipe, one thinks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>One thinks, you know, of quite a lot of things.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>(Dear unknown God, dear, queer-faced God,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Queer, queer, queer, queer-faced God,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You blanky God, be quiet for half minute,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And when I’ve shut up Rates, and sat on Naboth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I’ll tell you half a dozen things or so.)</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There goes a flock of starlings—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now half a dozen years ago,</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)</div>
+      <div class='line'>I should have hove my sporting air-gun up</div>
+      <div class='line'>And blazed away—and now I let ’em go—</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s odd how one changes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yes, that’s High Germany.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But still, when he was smiling like a Chinese queen,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Looking as queer (I do assure you, God)</div>
+      <div class='line'>As any Chinese queen I ever saw;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And tiddle-whiddle-whiddling about prose,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Trying to quiz a mutton-headed poetaster,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>And choking all the time with politics—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Why then I say, I contemplated him</div>
+      <div class='line'>And marveled (God! I marveled,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Write it in prose, dear God. Yes, in red ink.)</div>
+      <div class='line'>And marveled, as I said,</div>
+      <div class='line'>At the stupendous quantity of mind</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the amazing quality thereof.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Dear God of mine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s really most amazing, doncherknow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But really, God, I <span class='c016'><i>can’t</i></span> get off the mark;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look here, you queer-faced God,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This fellow makes me sick with all his talk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His ha’penny gibes at Celtic bards</div>
+      <div class='line'>And followers of Dante—honest folk!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Because, dear God, the rotten beggar goes</div>
+      <div class='line'>And makes a Chinese blue-stocking</div>
+      <div class='line'>From half-digested dreams of Munich-air.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And then—God, why should I write it down?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But Rates and Naboth</div>
+      <div class='line'>Aren’t half such silly fools as he is (God)</div>
+      <div class='line'>For they are frankly asinine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While he pretends to sanity,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Modernity, (dear God, dear God).</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>It’s bad enough, dear God of mine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That you have set me down in London town,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Endowed me with a tattered velvet coat,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Soft collar and black hat and Greek ambitions;</div>
+      <div class='line'>You might have left me there.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>But now you send</div>
+      <div class='line'>This “vates” here, this sage social reformer</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Yes, God, you rotten Roman Catholic)</div>
+      <div class='line'>To put his hypothetical conceptions</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of what a poor young poetaster would think</div>
+      <div class='line'>Into his own damned shape, and then to attack it</div>
+      <div class='line'>To his own great contemplative satisfaction.</div>
+      <div class='line'>What have I done, O God,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That so much bitterness should flop on me?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Social Reformer! That’s the beggar’s name.</div>
+      <div class='line'>He’d have me write bad novels like himself.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Yes, God, I know it’s after closing time;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And yes, I know I’ve smoked his cigarettes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But watch that sparrow on the fountain in the rain.</div>
+      <div class='line'>How half a dozen years ago,</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)</div>
+      <div class='line'>I should have hove my sporting air-gun up</div>
+      <div class='line'>And blazed away—and now I let him go—</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s odd how one changes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yes, that’s High Germany.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>R. A.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>FRAGMENTS ADDRESSED BY CLEARCHUS H. TO ALDI</h2>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c022'>Πωετριε<br />Πρικε φιφτεεν κενξ<br />           π. 43</h3>
+<div class='lg-container-b c023'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Ἰ ἁυε σατ ἑρε ἁρριε ἰν μι ἀρμχαιρ</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(πύτνηβυς, πύτνηβυς) <sup><span class='small'>(1)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>ὐατχινγ θε στιλλ Ηουνδ ἀνδ θε κιδ</div>
+      <div class='line'>ὐιθ θε δαρκ ἁιρ</div>
+      <div class='line'>ὑιχ θε ὐινδ ὀφ μι ὐπραισεδ ὐοικε</div>
+      <div class='line'>τορε λικε ἀ γρεεν ματτεδ μεσς</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(Ὀ ἄνδρες Ἀθηναῖοι) <sup><span class='small'>(2)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>ὀφ ὐετ κοβυεβς ἀνδ σεαυεεδ ἀτ τυιλιγτ,</div>
+      <div class='line'>βυτ τὁυγ Ἰ γρεατλιε δελιγτεδ</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(ἠράμαν μὲν ἐγὼ σέθεν, Ἀλδί, πάλαι πότα) <sup><span class='small'>(3)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>ἰν θησε ἀνδ θε Ἐζρα ὑισκέρς</div>
+      <div class='line'>τἁτ ὑιχ σετς με νιρεστ το ὐεεπινγ</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(ὁ δὲ Κλέαρχος εἶπε) <sup><span class='small'>(4)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>ἰς θε κλασσικαλ ῥυθμ ὀφ θε ραρε σπεεχες,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ὠ θε ὐνσπωκεν σπεεχες</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ἑλλενικ.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Notes.</span> (1) A vehicle conducting passengers from Athens,</div>
+      <div class='line in11'>the capital of Greece, to the temple of the winds,</div>
+      <div class='line in11'>which stands in a respectable suburb.</div>
+      <div class='line in7'>(2) Rendered by Butler, “O God! O Montreal!”</div>
+      <div class='line in7'>(3) Sappho!!!!!!</div>
+      <div class='line in7'>(4) Xenophon’s Anabasis.</div>
+      <div class='line in51'>F. M. H.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>Pôetrie<br />Prike phiphteen kenx<br />           p. 43</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c023'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I haue sat here harrie in mi armchair</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(pυtnêbus, pυtnêbus) <sup><span class='small'>(1)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>uatching the still Êound and the kid</div>
+      <div class='line'>uith the dark hair</div>
+      <div class='line'>huich the uind oph mi upraised uoike</div>
+      <div class='line'>tore like a green matted mess</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(Ô andres Athênaioi) <sup><span class='small'>(2)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>oph uet kobuebs and seaueed at tuiligt,</div>
+      <div class='line'>but thoug I greatlie deligted</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) <sup><span class='small'>(3)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>in thêse and the Ezra huiskers</div>
+      <div class='line'>that huich sets me nirest to ueeping</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(ho de Klearchos eipe) <sup><span class='small'>(4)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>is the klassikal rhythm oph the rare speeches,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ô the unspôken speeches</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hellenik.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>Poetry<br />Price fifteen cents<br />          p. 43</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c023'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I have sat here Harry in my armchair</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(Putney-bus, Putney-bus) (1)</div>
+      <div class='line'>watching the still hound and the kid</div>
+      <div class='line'>with the dark hair</div>
+      <div class='line'>which the wind of my upraised voice</div>
+      <div class='line'>tore like a green matted mess</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)</div>
+      <div class='line'>of wet cobwebs and seaweed at twilight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>but though I greatly delighted</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)</div>
+      <div class='line'>in these and the Ezra whiskers</div>
+      <div class='line'>that which sets me nearest to weeping</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)</div>
+      <div class='line'>is the classical rhythm of the rare speeches,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O the unspoken speeches</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hellenic.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>BIBLIOGRAPHY</h2>
+</div>
+<p class='c025'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span>—“The Net of the Stars.” Published by Elkin Mathews, 4 Cork St., London, W.</p>
+<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span>—Collected Poems (Personae, Exultations, Canzoni, Ripostes). Published by Elkin Mathews.</p>
+<p class='c027'><span class='small'>TRANSLATIONS</span>:</p>
+<p class='c028'>    “The Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti.” Published by Small, Maynard &amp; Co., Boston.</p>
+<p class='c028'>    The Canzoni of Arnaut Daniel. R. F. Seymour &amp; Co., Fine Arts Bldg., Chicago.</p>
+<p class='c027'><span class='small'>PROSE</span>:</p>
+<p class='c028'>“The Spirit of Romance.” A study of mediaeval poetry. Dent &amp; Sons. London.</p>
+<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span>—“Collected Poems.” Published
+    by Max Goschen, 20 Gt. Russel St., London.
+    Forty volumes of prose with various publishers.</p>
+<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span>—Author of “The New Word,” “The Divine Mystery,” etc., etc.</p>
+<p class='c028'>    The “Scented Leaves” appears in “Poetry” for September 1913.</p>
+<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span>—“The Tempers.” Published
+    by Elkin Mathews.</p>
+<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span>—“A Dome of Many Coloured Glass.” Published by Houghton, Mifflin, Boston.</p>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c010'>Transcriber's Notes</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c029'>On page 37, "popies" was replaced by "poppies".</p>
+
+<p class='c030'>The humorous poem written with Greek characters on page 62 has also been rendered in their Latin equivalents for the benefit of those who cannot pronounce the Greek and also in Latin look-alikes.  It appears that, in the first line, the rho's should have been pi's, making the 5th word <b>ἁππιε</b> or <b>happie</b>; it was left as printed. Or, this might have been addressed to the editor of "Poetry" whose name was Harriet Monroe.</p>
+
+<p class='c030'>Minor typographical errors have been corrected without comment.</p>
+
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+                             DES IMAGISTES
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+             «Καὶ κείνα Σικελά, καὶ ἐν Αἰτναίαισιν ἔπαιζεν
+             ἀόσι, καὶ μέλος ᾖδε τὸ Δώριον.»
+                                          Επιτάφιος Βίωνος
+
+                        “And she also was of Sikilia and was gay in
+                          the valleys of Ætna, and knew the Doric
+                          singing.”
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                             DES IMAGISTES
+
+                              AN ANTHOLOGY
+
+
+
+
+
+
+                                NEW YORK
+                        ALBERT AND CHARLES BONI
+                            96 FIFTH AVENUE
+                                  1914
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                            Copyright, 1914
+                                   By
+                        Albert and Charles Boni
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                CONTENTS
+
+
+ RICHARD ALDINGTON
+     Choricos       7
+     To a Greek Marble       10
+     Au Vieux Jardin       11
+     Lesbia       12
+     Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch       13
+     Argyria       14
+     In the Via Sestina       15
+     The River       16
+     Bromios       17
+     To Atthis       19
+
+ H. D.
+     Sitalkas       20
+     Hermes of the Ways I       21
+     Hermes of the Ways II       22
+     Priapus       24
+     Acon       26
+     Hermonax       28
+     Epigram       30
+
+ F. S. FLINT
+     I       31
+     II Hallucination       32
+     III       33
+     IV       34
+     V The Swan       35
+
+ SKIPWITH CANNÉLL
+     Nocturnes       36
+
+ AMY LOWELL
+     In a Garden       38
+
+ WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
+     Postlude       39
+
+ JAMES JOYCE
+     I Hear an Army       40
+
+ EZRA POUND
+     Δώρια       41
+     The Return       42
+     After Ch’u Yuan       43
+     Liu Ch’e       44
+     Fan-Piece for Her Imperial Lord       45
+     Ts’ai Chi’h       46
+
+ FORD MADOX HUEFFER
+     In the Little Old Market-Place       47
+
+ ALLEN UPWARD
+     Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar       51
+
+ JOHN COURNOS after K. TETMAIER
+     The Rose       54
+
+ DOCUMENTS
+     To Hulme (T. E.) and Fitzgerald       57
+     Vates, the Social Reformer       59
+     Fragments Addressed by Clearchus H. to Aldi       62
+
+ _Bibliography_       63
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                CHORICOS
+
+
+           The ancient songs
+           Pass deathward mournfully.
+
+           Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,
+           Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and wings—
+           Symbols of ancient songs
+           Mournfully passing
+           Down to the great white surges,
+           Watched of none
+           Save the frail sea-birds
+           And the lithe pale girls,
+           Daughters of Okeanus.
+
+           And the songs pass
+           From the green land
+           Which lies upon the waves as a leaf
+           On the flowers of hyacinth;
+           And they pass from the waters,
+           The manifold winds and the dim moon,
+           And they come,
+           Silently winging through soft Kimmerian dusk,
+           To the quiet level lands
+           That she keeps for us all,
+           That she wrought for us all for sleep
+           In the silver days of the earth’s dawning—
+           Proserpina, daughter of Zeus.
+
+           And we turn from the Kuprian’s breasts,
+           And we turn from thee,
+           Phoibos Apollon,
+           And we turn from the music of old
+           And the hills that we loved and the meads,
+           And we turn from the fiery day,
+           And the lips that were over sweet;
+           For silently
+           Brushing the fields with red-shod feet,
+           With purple robe
+           Searing the flowers as with a sudden flame,
+           Death,
+           Thou hast come upon us.
+
+           And of all the ancient songs
+           Passing to the swallow-blue halls
+           By the dark streams of Persephone,
+           This only remains:
+           That we turn to thee,
+           Death,
+           That we turn to thee, singing
+           One last song.
+
+           O Death,
+           Thou art an healing wind
+           That blowest over white flowers
+           A-tremble with dew;
+           Thou art a wind flowing
+           Over dark leagues of lonely sea;
+           Thou art the dusk and the fragrance;
+           Thou art the lips of love mournfully smiling;
+           Thou art the pale peace of one
+           Satiate with old desires;
+           Thou art the silence of beauty,
+           And we look no more for the morning
+           We yearn no more for the sun,
+           Since with thy white hands,
+           Death,
+           Thou crownest us with the pallid chaplets,
+           The slim colourless poppies
+           Which in thy garden alone
+           Softly thou gatherest.
+
+           And silently,
+           And with slow feet approaching,
+           And with bowed head and unlit eyes,
+           We kneel before thee:
+           And thou, leaning towards us,
+           Caressingly layest upon us
+           Flowers from thy thin cold hands,
+           And, smiling as a chaste woman
+           Knowing love in her heart,
+           Thou sealest our eyes
+           And the illimitable quietude
+           Comes gently upon us.
+
+                                            RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                           TO A GREEK MARBLE
+
+
+                 Πότνια, πότνια
+                 White grave goddess,
+                 Pity my sadness,
+                 O silence of Paros.
+
+                 I am not of these about thy feet,
+                 These garments and decorum;
+                 I am thy brother,
+                 Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,
+                 And thou hearest me not.
+
+                 I have whispered thee in thy solitudes
+                 Of our loves in Phrygia,
+                 The far ecstasy of burning noons
+                 When the fragile pipes
+                 Ceased in the cypress shade,
+                 And the brown fingers of the shepherd
+                 Moved over slim shoulders;
+                 And only the cicada sang.
+
+                 I have told thee of the hills
+                 And the lisp of reeds
+                 And the sun upon thy breasts,
+
+                 And thou hearest me not,
+                 Πότνια, πότνια,
+                 Thou hearest me not.
+
+                                      RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                            AU VIEUX JARDIN
+
+
+        I have sat here happy in the gardens,
+        Watching the still pool and the reeds
+        And the dark clouds
+        Which the wind of the upper air
+        Tore like the green leafy boughs
+        Of the divers-hued trees of late summer;
+        But though I greatly delight
+        In these and the water lilies,
+        That which sets me nighest to weeping
+        Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flag-stones,
+        And the pale yellow grasses
+        Among them.
+
+                                              RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                                 LESBIA
+
+
+             Use no more speech now;
+             Let the silence spread gold hair above us
+             Fold on delicate fold;
+             You had the ivory of my life to carve.
+             Use no more speech.
+                           .   .   .   .
+
+             And Picus of Mirandola is dead;
+             And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,
+             Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,
+             Rotten and dank.
+                           .   .   .   .
+
+             And through it all I see your pale Greek face;
+             Tenderness makes me as eager as a little child
+             To love you
+
+             You morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.
+
+                                          RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                   BEAUTY THOU HAST HURT ME OVERMUCH
+
+
+                      The light is a wound to me.
+                      The soft notes
+                      Feed upon the wound.
+
+                      Where wert thou born
+                      O thou woe
+                      That consumest my life?
+                      Whither comest thou?
+
+                      Toothed wind of the seas,
+                      No man knows thy beginning.
+                      As a bird with strong claws
+                      Thou woundest me,
+                      O beautiful sorrow.
+
+                                RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                                ARGYRIA
+
+
+             O you,
+             O you most fair,
+             Swayer of reeds, whisperer
+             Among the flowering rushes,
+             You have hidden your hands
+             Beneath the poplar leaves,
+             You have given them to the white waters.
+
+             Swallow-fleet,
+             Sea-child cold from waves,
+             Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,
+             White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;
+             Pan mourns for you.
+
+             White limbs, white song,
+             Pan mourns for you.
+
+                                          RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                           IN THE VIA SESTINA
+
+
+                O daughter of Isis,
+                Thou standest beside the wet highway
+                Of this decayed Rome,
+                A manifest harlot.
+
+                Straight and slim art thou
+                As a marble phallus;
+                Thy face is the face of Isis
+                Carven
+
+                As she is carven in basalt.
+                And my heart stops with awe
+                At the presence of the gods,
+
+                There beside thee on the stall of images
+                Is the head of Osiris
+                Thy lord.
+
+                                       RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                               THE RIVER
+
+
+                                   I
+
+               I drifted along the river
+               Until I moored my boat
+               By these crossed trunks.
+
+               Here the mist moves
+               Over fragile leaves and rushes,
+               Colourless waters and brown fading hills.
+
+               She has come from beneath the trees,
+               Moving within the mist,
+               A floating leaf.
+
+                                  II
+
+               O blue flower of the evening,
+               You have touched my face
+               With your leaves of silver.
+
+               Love me for I must depart.
+
+                                       RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                                BROMIOS
+
+
+             The withered bonds are broken.
+             The waxed reeds and the double pipe
+             Clamour about me;
+             The hot wind swirls
+             Through the red pine trunks.
+
+             Io! the fauns and the satyrs.
+             The touch of their shagged curled fur
+             And blunt horns!
+
+             They have wine in heavy craters
+             Painted black and red;
+             Wine to splash on her white body.
+             Io!
+             She shrinks from the cold shower—
+             Afraid, afraid!
+
+             Let the Maenads break through the myrtles
+             And the boughs of the rohododaphnai.
+             Let them tear the quick deers’ flesh.
+             Ah, the cruel, exquisite fingers!
+
+             Io!
+             I have brought you the brown clusters,
+             The ivy-boughs and pine-cones.
+
+             Your breasts are cold sea-ripples,
+             But they smell of the warm grasses.
+
+             Throw wide the chiton and the peplum,
+             Maidens of the Dew.
+             Beautiful are your bodies, O Maenads,
+             Beautiful the sudden folds,
+             The vanishing curves of the white linen
+             About you.
+
+             Io!
+             Hear the rich laughter of the forest,
+             The cymbals,
+             The trampling of the panisks and the centaurs.
+
+                                         RICHARD ALDINGTON.
+
+
+
+
+                               TO ATTHIS
+
+            (_After the Manuscript of Sappho now in Berlin_)
+
+           Atthis, far from me and dear Mnasidika,
+           Dwells in Sardis;
+           Many times she was near us
+           So that we lived life well
+           Like the far-famed goddess
+           Whom above all things music delighted.
+
+           And now she is first among the Lydian women
+           As the mighty sun, the rose-fingered moon,
+           Beside the great stars.
+
+           And the light fades from the bitter sea
+           And in like manner from the rich-blossoming earth;
+           And the dew is shed upon the flowers,
+           Rose and soft meadow-sweet
+           And many-coloured melilote.
+
+           Many things told are remembered of sterile Atthis.
+
+           I yearn to behold thy delicate soul
+           To satiate my desire.  .  .  .
+             .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .
+
+                                            RICHARD ALDINGTON
+
+
+
+
+                                SITALKAS
+
+
+                     Thou art come at length
+                     More beautiful
+                     Than any cool god
+                     In a chamber under
+                     Lycia’s far coast,
+                     Than any high god
+                     Who touches us not
+                     Here in the seeded grass.
+                     Aye, than Argestes
+                     Scattering the broken leaves.
+
+                                             H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                           HERMES OF THE WAYS
+
+
+                                   I
+
+                   The hard sand breaks,
+                   And the grains of it
+                   Are clear as wine.
+
+                   Far off over the leagues of it,
+                   The wind,
+                   Playing on the wide shore,
+                   Piles little ridges,
+                   And the great waves
+                   Break over it.
+
+                   But more than the many-foamed ways
+                   Of the sea,
+                   I know him
+                   Of the triple path-ways,
+                   Hermes,
+                   Who awaiteth.
+
+                   Dubious,
+                   Facing three ways,
+                   Welcoming wayfarers,
+                   He whom the sea-orchard
+                   Shelters from the west,
+                   From the east
+                   Weathers sea-wind;
+                   Fronts the great dunes.
+
+                   Wind rushes
+                   Over the dunes,
+                   And the coarse, salt-crusted grass
+                   Answers.
+
+                   Heu,
+                   It whips round my ankles!
+
+                                   II
+
+                   Small is
+                   This white stream,
+                   Flowing below ground
+                   From the poplar-shaded hill,
+                   But the water is sweet.
+
+                   Apples on the small trees
+                   Are hard,
+                   Too small,
+                   Too late ripened
+                   By a desperate sun
+                   That struggles through sea-mist.
+
+                   The boughs of the trees
+                   Are twisted
+                   By many bafflings;
+                   Twisted are
+                   The small-leafed boughs.
+                   But the shadow of them
+                   Is not the shadow of the mast head
+                   Nor of the torn sails.
+
+                   Hermes, Hermes,
+                   The great sea foamed,
+                   Gnashed its teeth about me;
+                   But you have waited,
+                   Where sea-grass tangles with
+                   Shore-grass.
+
+                                                H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                PRIAPUS
+
+                          _Keeper-of-Orchards_
+
+
+                 I saw the first pear
+                 As it fell.
+                 The honey-seeking, golden-banded,
+                 The yellow swarm
+                 Was not more fleet than I,
+                 (Spare us from loveliness!)
+                 And I fell prostrate,
+                 Crying,
+                 Thou hast flayed us with thy blossoms;
+                 Spare us the beauty
+                 Of fruit-trees!
+
+                 The honey-seeking
+                 Paused not,
+                 The air thundered their song,
+                 And I alone was prostrate.
+
+                 O rough-hewn
+                 God of the orchard,
+                 I bring thee an offering;
+                 Do thou, alone unbeautiful
+                 (Son of the god),
+                 Spare us from loveliness.
+
+                 The fallen hazel-nuts,
+                 Stripped late of their green sheaths,
+                 The grapes, red-purple,
+                 Their berries
+                 Dripping with wine,
+                 Pomegranates already broken,
+                 And shrunken fig,
+                 And quinces untouched,
+                 I bring thee as offering.
+
+                                                  H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                  ACON
+
+                  (_After Joannes Baptista Amaltheus_)
+
+
+                                   I
+
+              Bear me to Dictaeus,
+              And to the steep slopes;
+              To the river Erymanthus.
+
+              I choose spray of dittany,
+              Cyperum frail of flower,
+              Buds of myrrh,
+              All-healing herbs,
+              Close pressed in calathes.
+
+              For she lies panting,
+              Drawing sharp breath,
+              Broken with harsh sobs,
+              She, Hyella,
+              Whom no god pitieth.
+
+                                   II
+
+              Dryads,
+              Haunting the groves,
+              Nereids,
+              Who dwell in wet caves,
+              For all the whitish leaves of olive-branch,
+              And early roses,
+              And ivy wreathes, woven gold berries,
+              Which she once brought to your altars,
+              Bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia,
+              And Assyrian wine
+              To shatter her fever.
+
+              The light of her face falls from its flower,
+              As a hyacinth,
+              Hidden in a far valley,
+              Perishes upon burnt grass.
+
+              Pales,
+              Bring gifts,
+              Bring your Phoenician stuffs,
+              And do you, fleet-footed nymphs,
+              Bring offerings,
+              Illyrian iris,
+              And a branch of shrub,
+              And frail-headed poppies.
+
+                                                     H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                HERMONAX
+
+
+                Gods of the sea;
+                Ino,
+                Leaving warm meads
+                For the green, grey-green fastnesses
+                Of the great deeps;
+                And Palemon,
+                Bright striker of sea-shaft,
+                Hear me.
+
+                Let all whom the sea loveth,
+                Come to its altar front,
+                And I
+                Who can offer no other sacrifice to thee
+                Bring this.
+
+                Broken by great waves,
+                The wavelets flung it here,
+                This sea-gliding creature,
+                This strange creature like a weed,
+                Covered with salt foam,
+                Torn from the hillocks
+                Of rock.
+
+                I, Hermonax,
+                Caster of nets,
+                Risking chance,
+                Plying the sea craft,
+                Came on it.
+
+                Thus to sea god
+                Cometh gift of sea wrack;
+                I, Hermonax, offer it
+                To thee, Ino,
+                And to Palemon.
+
+                                                   H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                EPIGRAM
+
+                          (_After the Greek_)
+
+
+               The golden one is gone from the banquets;
+               She, beloved of Atimetus,
+               The swallow, the bright Homonoea:
+               Gone the dear chatterer.
+
+                                                   H. D.
+
+
+
+
+                                   I
+
+
+                     London, my beautiful,
+                     it is not the sunset
+                     nor the pale green sky
+                     shimmering through the curtain
+                     of the silver birch,
+                     nor the quietness;
+                     it is not the hopping
+                     of birds
+                     upon the lawn,
+                     nor the darkness
+                     stealing over all things
+                     that moves me.
+
+                     But as the moon creeps slowly
+                     over the tree-tops
+                     among the stars,
+                     I think of her
+                     and the glow her passing
+                     sheds on men.
+
+                     London, my beautiful,
+                     I will climb
+                     into the branches
+                     to the moonlit tree-tops,
+                     that my blood may be cooled
+                     by the wind.
+
+                                        F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                                   II
+
+
+        I know this room,
+        and there are corridors:
+        the pictures, I have seen before;
+        the statues and those gems in cases
+        I have wandered by before,—
+        stood there silent and lonely
+        in a dream of years ago.
+
+        I know the dark of night is all around me;
+        my eyes are closed, and I am half asleep.
+        My wife breathes gently at my side.
+
+        But once again this old dream is within me,
+        and I am on the threshold waiting,
+        wondering, pleased, and fearful.
+        Where do those doors lead,
+        what rooms lie beyond them?
+        I venture. . . .
+
+        But my baby moves and tosses
+        from side to side,
+        and her need calls me to her.
+
+        Now I stand awake, unseeing,
+        in the dark,
+        and I move towards her cot. . . .
+        I shall not reach her . . . There is no direction. . . .
+        I shall walk on. . . .
+
+                                                     F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                                  III
+
+
+                  Immortal? . . . No,
+                  they cannot be, these people,
+                  nor I.
+
+                  Tired faces,
+                  eyes that have never seen the world,
+                  bodies that have never lived in air,
+                  lips that have never minted speech,
+                  they are the clipped and garbled,
+                  blocking the highway.
+                  They swarm and eddy
+                  between the banks of glowing shops
+                  towards the red meat,
+                  the potherbs,
+                  the cheapjacks,
+                  or surge in
+                  before the swift rush
+                  of the clanging trams,—
+                  pitiful, ugly, mean,
+                  encumbering.
+
+                  Immortal? . . .
+                  In a wood,
+                  watching the shadow of a bird
+                  leap from frond to frond of bracken,
+                  I am immortal.
+
+                  But these?
+
+                                           F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                                   IV
+
+
+                    The grass is beneath my head;
+                    and I gaze
+                    at the thronging stars
+                    in the night.
+
+                    They fall . . . they fall. . . .
+                    I am overwhelmed,
+                    and afraid.
+
+                    Each leaf of the aspen
+                    is caressed by the wind,
+                    and each is crying.
+
+                    And the perfume
+                    of invisible roses
+                    deepens the anguish.
+
+                    Let a strong mesh of roots
+                    feed the crimson of roses
+                    upon my heart;
+                    and then fold over the hollow
+                    where all the pain was.
+
+                                         F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                                   V
+
+
+               Under the lily shadow
+               and the gold
+               and the blue and mauve
+               that the whin and the lilac
+               pour down on the water,
+               the fishes quiver.
+
+               Over the green cold leaves
+               and the rippled silver
+               and the tarnished copper
+               of its neck and beak,
+               toward the deep black water
+               beneath the arches,
+               the swan floats slowly.
+
+               Into the dark of the arch the swan floats
+               and into the black depth of my sorrow
+               it bears a white rose of flame.
+
+                                             F. S. FLINT
+
+
+
+
+                               NOCTURNES
+
+
+                                   I
+
+                  Thy feet,
+                  That are like little, silver birds,
+                  Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;
+                  Therefore I will follow thee,
+                  Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,
+                  Upon any path will I follow thee,
+                  For the light of thy beauty
+                  Shines before me like a torch.
+
+
+                                   II
+
+                  Thy feet are white
+                  Upon the foam of the sea;
+                  Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,
+                  Lest I stumble,
+                  And into deep waters.
+
+
+                                  III
+
+                  Long have I been
+                  But the Singer beneath thy Casement,
+                  And now I am weary.
+                  I am sick with longing,
+                  O my Belovéd;
+                  Therefore bear me with thee
+                  Swiftly
+                  Upon our road.
+
+
+                                   IV
+
+                  With the net of thy hair
+                  Thou hast fished in the sea,
+                  And a strange fish
+                  Hast thou caught in thy net;
+                  For thy hair,
+                  Belovéd,
+                  Holdeth my heart
+                  Within its web of gold.
+
+
+                                   V
+
+                  I am weary with love, and thy lips
+                  Are night-born poppies.
+                  Give me therefore thy lips
+                  That I may know sleep.
+
+
+                                   VI
+
+                  I am weary with longing,
+                  I am faint with love;
+                  For upon my head has the moonlight
+                  Fallen
+                  As a sword.
+
+                                      SKIPWITH CANNÉLL
+
+
+
+
+                              IN A GARDEN
+
+
+        Gushing from the mouths of stone men
+        To spread at ease under the sky
+        In granite-lipped basins,
+        Where iris dabble their feet
+        And rustle to a passing wind,
+        The water fills the garden with its rushing,
+        In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.
+
+        Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,
+        Where trickle and plash the fountains,
+        Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.
+
+        Splashing down moss-tarnished steps
+        It falls, the water;
+        And the air is throbbing with it;
+        With its gurgling and running;
+        With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.
+
+        And I wished for night and you.
+        I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,
+        White and shining in the silver-flecked water.
+        While the moon rode over the garden,
+        High in the arch of night,
+        And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.
+
+        Night and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!
+
+                                                      AMY LOWELL
+
+
+
+
+                                POSTLUDE
+
+
+                Now that I have cooled to you
+                Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
+                Temples soothed by the sun to ruin
+                That sleep utterly.
+                Give me hand for the dances,
+                Ripples at Philæ, in and out,
+                And lips, my Lesbian,
+                Wall flowers that once were flame.
+
+                Your hair is my Carthage
+                And my arms the bow
+                And our words arrows
+                To shoot the stars,
+                Who from that misty sea
+                Swarm to destroy us.
+                But you’re there beside me
+                Oh, how shall I defy you
+                Who wound me in the night
+                With breasts shining
+                Like Venus and like Mars?
+                The night that is shouting Jason
+                When the loud eaves rattle
+                As with waves above me
+                Blue at the prow of my desire!
+                O prayers in the dark!
+                O incense to Poseidon!
+                Calm in Atlantis.
+
+                                WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
+
+
+
+
+                             I HEAR AN ARMY
+
+
+     I hear an army charging upon the land,
+     And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:
+     Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
+     Disdaining the rains, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.
+
+     They cry into the night their battle name:
+     I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
+     They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
+     Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
+
+     They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair:
+     They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
+     My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
+     My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
+
+                                                       JAMES JOYCE
+
+
+
+
+                                 ΔΏΡΙΑ
+
+
+               Be in me as the eternal moods
+                         of the bleak wind, and not
+               As transient things are—
+                         gaiety of flowers.
+               Have me in the strong loneliness
+                         of sunless cliffs
+               And of grey waters.
+                         Let the gods speak softly of us
+               In days hereafter,
+                         The shadowy flowers of Orcus
+               Remember Thee.
+
+                                              EZRA POUND
+
+
+
+
+                               THE RETURN
+
+
+               See, they return; ah, see the tentative
+               Movements, and the slow feet,
+               The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
+               Wavering!
+
+               See, they return, one, and by one,
+               With fear, as half-awakened;
+               As if the snow should hesitate
+               And murmur in the wind
+                               and half turn back;
+               These were the “Wing’d-with-Awe,”
+                         Inviolable.
+
+               Gods of the winged shoe!
+               With them the silver hounds
+                               sniffing the trace of air!
+               Haie! Haie!
+                         These were the swift to harry;
+               These the keen-scented;
+               These were the souls of blood.
+
+               Slow on the leash,
+                               pallid the leash-men!
+
+                                               EZRA POUND
+
+
+
+
+                            AFTER CH’U YUAN
+
+
+         I will get me to the wood
+         Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,
+         By the silver-blue flood move others with ivory cars.
+         There come forth many maidens
+                 to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend.
+         For there are leopards drawing the cars.
+
+         I will walk in the glade,
+         I will come out of the new thicket
+                 and accost the procession of maidens.
+
+                                                    EZRA POUND
+
+
+
+
+                                LIU CH’E
+
+
+           The rustling of the silk is discontinued,
+           Dust drifts over the courtyard,
+           There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves
+           Scurry into heaps and lie still,
+           And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:
+
+           A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
+
+                                                  EZRA POUND.
+
+
+
+
+                    FAN-PIECE FOR HER IMPERIAL LORD
+
+
+              O fan of white silk,
+                        clear as frost on the grass-blade,
+              You also are laid aside.
+
+                                                EZRA POUND
+
+
+
+
+                              TS’AI CHI’H
+
+
+               The petals fall in the fountain,
+                         the orange coloured rose-leaves,
+               Their ochre clings to the stone.
+                                              EZRA POUND.
+
+
+
+
+                     IN THE LITTLE OLD MARKET-PLACE
+
+                       _(To the Memory of A. V.)_
+
+
+ It rains, it rains,
+ From gutters and drains
+ And gargoyles and gables:
+ It drips from the tables
+ That tell us the tolls upon grains,
+ Oxen, asses, sheep, turkeys and fowls
+ Set into the rain-soaked wall
+ Of the old Town Hall.
+
+ The mountains being so tall
+ And forcing the town on the river,
+ The market’s so small
+ That, with the wet cobbles, dark arches and all,
+ The owls
+ (For in dark rainy weather the owls fly out
+ Well before four), so the owls
+ In the gloom
+ Have too little room
+ And brush by the saint on the fountain
+ In veering about.
+
+ The poor saint on the fountain!
+ Supported by plaques of the giver
+ To whom we’re beholden;
+ His name was de Sales
+ And his wife’s name von Mangel.
+
+ (Now is he a saint or archangel?)
+ He stands on a dragon
+ On a ball, on a column
+ Gazing up at the vines on the mountain:
+ And his falchion is golden
+ And his wings are all golden.
+ He bears golden scales
+ And in spite of the coils of his dragon, without hint of alarm or
+    invective
+ Looks up at the mists on the mountain.
+
+ (Now what saint or archangel
+ Stands winged on a dragon,
+ Bearing golden scales and a broad bladed sword all golden?
+ Alas, my knowledge
+ Of all the saints of the college,
+ Of all these glimmering, olden
+ Sacred and misty stories
+ Of angels and saints and old glories . . .
+ Is sadly defective.)
+ The poor saint on the fountain . . .
+
+ On top of his column
+ Gazes up sad and solemn.
+ But is it towards the top of the mountain
+ Where the spindrifty haze is
+ That he gazes?
+ Or is it into the casement
+ Where the girl sits sewing?
+ There’s no knowing.
+
+ Hear it rain!
+ And from eight leaden pipes in the ball he stands on
+ That has eight leaden and copper bands on,
+ There gurgle and drain
+ Eight driblets of water down into the basin.
+
+ And he stands on his dragon
+ And the girl sits sewing
+ High, very high in her casement
+ And before her are many geraniums in a parket
+ All growing and blowing
+ In box upon box
+ From the gables right down to the basement
+ With frescoes and carvings and paint . . .
+
+ The poor saint!
+ It rains and it rains,
+ In the market there isn’t an ox,
+ And in all the emplacement
+ For waggons there isn’t a waggon,
+ Not a stall for a grape or a raisin,
+ Not a soul in the market
+ Save the saint on his dragon
+ With the rain dribbling down in the basin,
+ And the maiden that sews in the casement.
+
+ They are still and alone,
+ _Mutterseelens_ alone,
+ And the rain dribbles down from his heels and his crown,
+ From wet stone to wet stone.
+ It’s grey as at dawn,
+ And the owls, grey and fawn,
+ Call from the little town hall
+ With its arch in the wall,
+ Where the fire-hooks are stored.
+
+ From behind the flowers of her casement
+ That’s all gay with the carvings and paint,
+ The maiden gives a great yawn,
+ But the poor saint—
+ No doubt he’s as bored!
+ Stands still on his column
+ Uplifting his sword
+ With never the ease of a yawn
+ From wet dawn to wet dawn . . .
+
+                                                       FORD MADOX HUEFFER
+
+
+
+
+                   SCENTED LEAVES FROM A CHINESE JAR
+
+
+                       THE BITTER PURPLE WILLOWS
+
+Meditating on the glory of illustrious lineage I lifted up my eyes and
+beheld the bitter purple willows growing round the tombs of the exalted
+Mings.
+
+                             THE GOLD FISH
+
+                  Like a breath from hoarded musk,
+                  Like the golden fins that move
+                  Where the tank’s green shadows part—
+                  Living flames out of the dusk—
+                  Are the lightning throbs of love
+                  In the passionate lover’s heart.
+
+                          THE INTOXICATED POET
+
+A poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue, spoke thus: “More
+fragrant than the heliotrope, which blooms all the year round, better
+than vermilion letters on tablets of sendal, are thy kisses, thou shy
+one!”
+
+                              THE JONQUILS
+
+I have heard that a certain princess, when she found that she had been
+married by a demon, wove a wreath of jonquils and sent it to the lover
+of former days.
+
+                              THE MERMAID
+
+The sailor boy who leant over the side of the Junk of Many Pearls, and
+combed the green tresses of the sea with his ivory fingers, believing
+that he had heard the voice of a mermaid, cast his body down between the
+waves.
+
+                           THE MIDDLE KINGDOM
+
+The emperors of fourteen dynasties, clad in robes of yellow silk
+embroidered with the Dragon, wearing gold diadems set with pearls and
+rubies, and seated on thrones of incomparable ivory, have ruled over the
+Middle Kingdom for four thousand years.
+
+                             THE MILKY WAY
+
+My mother taught me that every night a procession of junks carrying
+lanterns moves silently across the sky, and the water sprinkled from
+their paddles falls to the earth in the form of dew. I no longer believe
+that the stars are junks carrying lanterns, no longer that the dew is
+shaken from their oars.
+
+                             THE SEA-SHELL
+
+To the passionate lover, whose sighs come back to him on every breeze,
+all the world is like a murmuring sea-shell.
+
+                           THE SWALLOW TOWER
+
+Amid a landscape flickering with poplars, and netted by a silver stream,
+the Swallow Tower stands in the haunts of the sun. The winds out of the
+four quarters of heaven come to sigh around it, the clouds forsake the
+zenith to bathe it with continuous kisses. Against its sun-worn walls a
+sea of orchards breaks in white foam; and from the battlements the birds
+that flit below are seen like fishes in a green moat. The windows of the
+Tower stand open day and night; the winged Guests come when they please,
+and hold communication with the unknown Keeper of the Tower.
+
+                                                            ALLEN UPWARD
+
+
+
+
+                                THE ROSE
+
+
+I remember a day when I stood on the sea shore at Nice, holding a
+scarlet rose in my hands.
+
+The calm sea, caressed by the sun, was brightly garmented in blue,
+veiled in gold, and violet, verging on silver.
+
+Gently the waves lapped the shore, and scattering into pearls, emeralds
+and opals, hastened towards my feet with a monotonous, rhythmical sound,
+like the prolonged note of a single harp-string.
+
+High in the clear, blue-golden sky hung the great, burning disc of the
+sun.
+
+White seagulls hovered above the waves, now barely touching them with
+their snow-white breasts, now rising anew into the heights, like
+butterflies over the green meadows . . .
+
+Far in the east, a ship, trailing its smoke, glided slowly from sight as
+though it had foundered in the waste.
+
+I threw the rose into the sea, and watched it, caught in the wave,
+receding, red on the snow-white foam, paler on the emerald wave.
+
+And the sea continued to return it to me, again and again, at last no
+longer a flower, but strewn petals on restless water.
+
+So with the heart, and with all proud things. In the end nothing remains
+but a handful of petals of what was once a proud flower . . .
+
+                                          JOHN COURNOS after K. TETMAIER
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                               DOCUMENTS
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                    TO HULME (T. E.) AND FITZGERALD
+
+
+                  Is there for feckless poverty
+                  That grins at ye for a’ that!
+                  A hired slave to none am I,
+                  But under-fed for a’ that;
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  The toils I shun and a’ that,
+                  My name but mocks the guinea stamp,
+                  And Pound’s dead broke for a’ that.
+
+                  Although my linen still is clean,
+                  My socks fine silk and a’ that,
+                  Although I dine and drink good wine—
+                  Say, twice a week, and a’ that;
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  My tinsel shows and a’ that,
+                  These breeks ’ll no last many weeks
+                  ’Gainst wear and tear and a’ that.
+
+                  Ye see this birkie ca’ed a bard,
+                  Wi’ cryptic eyes and a’ that,
+                  Aesthetic phrases by the yard;
+                  It’s but E. P. for a’ that,
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  My verses, books and a’ that,
+                  The man of independent means
+                  He looks and laughs at a’ that.
+
+                  One man will make a novelette
+                  And sell the same and a’ that.
+                  For verse nae man can siller get,
+                  Nae editor maun fa’ that.
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  Their royalties and a’ that,
+                  Wib time to loaf and will to write
+                  I’ll stick to rhyme for a’ that.
+
+                  And ye may prise and gang your ways
+                  Wi’ pity, sneers and a’ that,
+                  I know my trade and God has made
+                  Some men to rhyme and a’ that,
+                  For a’ that and a’ that,
+                  I maun gang on for a’ that
+                  Wi’ verse to verse until the hearse
+                  Carts off me wame and a’ that.
+
+WRITTEN FOR THE CENACLE OF 1909 VIDE INTRODUCTION TO “THE COMPLETE
+POETICAL WORKS OF T. E. HULME,” PUBLISHED AT THE END OF “RIPOSTES.”
+
+
+
+
+                       VATES, THE SOCIAL REFORMER
+
+
+          What shall be said of him, this cock-o’-hoop?
+          (I’m just a trifle bored, dear God of mine,
+          Dear unknown God, dear chicken-pox of Heaven,
+          I’m bored I say), But still—my social friend—
+          (One has to be familiar in one’s discourse)
+          While he was puffing out his jets of wit
+          Over his swollen-bellied pipe, one thinks,
+          One thinks, you know, of quite a lot of things.
+
+          (Dear unknown God, dear, queer-faced God,
+          Queer, queer, queer, queer-faced God,
+          You blanky God, be quiet for half minute,
+          And when I’ve shut up Rates, and sat on Naboth,
+          I’ll tell you half a dozen things or so.)
+
+          There goes a flock of starlings—
+          Now half a dozen years ago,
+          (Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)
+          I should have hove my sporting air-gun up
+          And blazed away—and now I let ’em go—
+          It’s odd how one changes;
+          Yes, that’s High Germany.
+
+          But still, when he was smiling like a Chinese queen,
+          Looking as queer (I do assure you, God)
+          As any Chinese queen I ever saw;
+          And tiddle-whiddle-whiddling about prose,
+          Trying to quiz a mutton-headed poetaster,
+          And choking all the time with politics—
+          Why then I say, I contemplated him
+          And marveled (God! I marveled,
+          Write it in prose, dear God. Yes, in red ink.)
+          And marveled, as I said,
+          At the stupendous quantity of mind
+          And the amazing quality thereof.
+
+          Dear God of mine,
+          It’s really most amazing, doncherknow,
+          But really, God, I _can’t_ get off the mark;
+          Look here, you queer-faced God,
+          This fellow makes me sick with all his talk,
+          His ha’penny gibes at Celtic bards
+          And followers of Dante—honest folk!—
+          Because, dear God, the rotten beggar goes
+          And makes a Chinese blue-stocking
+          From half-digested dreams of Munich-air.
+          And then—God, why should I write it down?—
+          But Rates and Naboth
+          Aren’t half such silly fools as he is (God)
+          For they are frankly asinine,
+          While he pretends to sanity,
+          Modernity, (dear God, dear God).
+
+          It’s bad enough, dear God of mine,
+          That you have set me down in London town,
+          Endowed me with a tattered velvet coat,
+          Soft collar and black hat and Greek ambitions;
+          You might have left me there.
+
+          But now you send
+          This “vates” here, this sage social reformer
+          (Yes, God, you rotten Roman Catholic)
+          To put his hypothetical conceptions
+          Of what a poor young poetaster would think
+          Into his own damned shape, and then to attack it
+          To his own great contemplative satisfaction.
+          What have I done, O God,
+          That so much bitterness should flop on me?
+          Social Reformer! That’s the beggar’s name.
+          He’d have me write bad novels like himself.
+
+          Yes, God, I know it’s after closing time;
+          And yes, I know I’ve smoked his cigarettes;
+          But watch that sparrow on the fountain in the rain.
+          How half a dozen years ago,
+          (Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)
+          I should have hove my sporting air-gun up
+          And blazed away—and now I let him go—
+          It’s odd how one changes;
+          Yes, that’s High Germany.
+
+                                                         R. A.
+
+
+
+
+              FRAGMENTS ADDRESSED BY CLEARCHUS H. TO ALDI
+
+
+                                Πωετριε
+                          Πρικε φιφτεεν κενξ
+                                          π. 43
+
+         Ἰ ἁυε σατ ἑρε ἁρριε ἰν μι ἀρμχαιρ
+                   (πύτνηβυς, πύτνηβυς) (1)
+         ὐατχινγ θε στιλλ Ηουνδ ἀνδ θε κιδ
+         ὐιθ θε δαρκ ἁιρ
+         ὑιχ θε ὐινδ ὀφ μι ὐπραισεδ ὐοικε
+         τορε λικε ἀ γρεεν ματτεδ μεσς
+                   (Ὠ ἄνδρες Ἀθηναῖοι) (2)
+         ὀφ ὐετ κοβυεβς ἀνδ σεαυεεδ ἀτ τυιλιγτ,
+         βυτ τὁυγ Ἰ γρεατλιε δελιγτεδ
+                   (ἠράμαν μὲν ἐγὼ σέθεν, Ἀλδί, πάλαι πότα) (3)
+         ἰν θησε ἀνδ θε Ἐζρα ὑισκέρς
+         τἁτ ὑιχ σετς με νιρεστ το ὐεεπινγ
+                   (ὁ δὲ Κλέαρχος εἶπε) (4)
+         ἰς θε κλασσικαλ ῥυθμ ὀφ θε ραρε σπεεχες,
+         Ὠ θε ὐνσπωκεν σπεεχες
+         Ἑλλενικ.
+
+        NOTES. (1) A vehicle conducting passengers from Athens,
+                   the capital of Greece, to the temple of the winds,
+                   which stands in a respectable suburb.
+               (2) Rendered by Butler, “O God! O Montreal!”
+               (3) Sappho!!!!!!
+               (4) Xenophon’s Anabasis.
+                                                           F. M. H.
+
+
+                                Pôetrie
+                          Prike phiphteen kenx
+                                           p. 43
+
+             I haue sat here harrie in mi armchair
+                       (putnêbus, putnêbus) (1)
+             uatching the still Êound and the kid
+             uith the dark hair
+             huich the uind oph mi upraised uoike
+             tore like a green matted mess
+                       (Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)
+             oph uet kobuebs and seaueed at tuiligt,
+             but thoug I greatlie deligted
+                       (êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)
+             in thêse and the Ezra huiskers
+             that huich sets me nirest to ueeping
+                       (ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)
+             is the klassikal rhythm oph the rare speeches,
+             Ô the unspôken speeches
+             Hellenik.
+
+
+                                 Poetry
+                          Price fifteen cents
+                                           p. 43
+
+             I have sat here Harry in my armchair
+                       (Putney-bus, Putney-bus) (1)
+             watching the still hound and the kid
+             with the dark hair
+             which the wind of my upraised voice
+             tore like a green matted mess
+                       (Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)
+             of wet cobwebs and seaweed at twilight,
+             but though I greatly delighted
+                       (êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)
+             in these and the Ezra whiskers
+             that which sets me nearest to weeping
+                       (ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)
+             is the classical rhythm of the rare speeches,
+             O the unspoken speeches
+             Hellenic.
+
+
+
+
+                              BIBLIOGRAPHY
+
+
+F. S. FLINT—“The Net of the Stars.” Published by Elkin Mathews, 4 Cork
+    St., London, W.
+
+EZRA POUND—Collected Poems (Personae, Exultations, Canzoni, Ripostes).
+    Published by Elkin Mathews.
+
+TRANSLATIONS:
+
+        “The Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti.” Published by
+        Small, Maynard & Co., Boston.
+
+        The Canzoni of Arnaut Daniel. R. F. Seymour & Co., Fine Arts
+        Bldg., Chicago.
+
+PROSE:
+
+    “The Spirit of Romance.” A study of mediaeval poetry. Dent & Sons.
+        London.
+
+FORD MADOX HUEFFER—“Collected Poems.” Published by Max Goschen, 20 Gt.
+    Russel St., London. Forty volumes of prose with various publishers.
+
+ALLEN UPWARD—Author of “The New Word,” “The Divine Mystery,” etc., etc.
+
+        The “Scented Leaves” appears in “Poetry” for September 1913.
+
+WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS—“The Tempers.” Published by Elkin Mathews.
+
+AMY LOWELL—“A Dome of Many Coloured Glass.” Published by Houghton,
+    Mifflin, Boston.
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber's Notes
+
+On page 37, "popies" was replaced by "poppies".
+
+The humorous poem written with Greek characters on page 62 has also been
+rendered in their Latin equivalents for the benefit of those who cannot
+pronounce the Greek and also in Latin look-alikes. It appears that, in
+the first line, the rho's should have been pi's, making the 5th word
+=ἁππιε= or =happie=; it was left as printed. Or, this might have been
+addressed to the editor of "Poetry" whose name was Harriet Monroe.
+
+Minor typographical errors have been corrected without comment.
+
+
+
+
+
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+Title: Des Imagistes
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+<div>
+  <h1 class='c000'><span class='c001'>DES IMAGISTES</span></h1>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c003'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>«Καὶ κείνα Σικελά, καὶ ἐν Αἰτναίαισιν ἔπαιζεν</div>
+      <div class='line'>ἀόσι, καὶ μέλος ᾖδε τὸ Δώριον.»</div>
+      <div class='c004'>Επιτάφιος Βίωνος</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c005'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“And she also was of Sikilia and was gay in</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>the valleys of Ætna, and knew the Doric</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>singing.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c006'>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>DES IMAGISTES</span></div>
+    <div class='c007'>AN ANTHOLOGY</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/colo.jpg' alt='colophon' class='ig001' />
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c008'>
+    <div>NEW YORK</div>
+    <div>ALBERT AND CHARLES BONI</div>
+    <div>96 FIFTH AVENUE</div>
+    <div>1914</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c009'>
+    <div>Copyright, 1914</div>
+    <div>By</div>
+    <div>Albert and Charles Boni</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>CONTENTS</h2>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c011'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Choricos       <a href='#Page_7'>7</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>To a Greek Marble       <a href='#Page_10'>10</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Au Vieux Jardin       <a href='#Page_11'>11</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Lesbia       <a href='#Page_12'>12</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch       <a href='#Page_13'>13</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Argyria       <a href='#Page_14'>14</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>In the Via Sestina       <a href='#Page_15'>15</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>The River       <a href='#Page_16'>16</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Bromios       <a href='#Page_17'>17</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>To Atthis       <a href='#Page_19'>19</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>H. D.</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Sitalkas       <a href='#Page_20'>20</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Hermes of the Ways I       <a href='#Page_21'>21</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Hermes of the Ways II       <a href='#Page_22'>22</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Priapus       <a href='#Page_24'>24</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Acon       <a href='#Page_26'>26</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Hermonax       <a href='#Page_28'>28</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Epigram       <a href='#Page_30'>30</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>I       <a href='#Page_31'>31</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>II Hallucination       <a href='#Page_32'>32</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>III       <a href='#Page_33'>33</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>IV       <a href='#Page_34'>34</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>V The Swan       <a href='#Page_35'>35</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span><span class='sc'>Skipwith Cannéll</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Nocturnes       <a href='#Page_36'>36</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>In a Garden       <a href='#Page_38'>38</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Postlude       <a href='#Page_39'>39</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>James Joyce</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>I Hear an Army       <a href='#Page_40'>40</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Δώρια       <a href='#Page_41'>41</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>The Return       <a href='#Page_42'>42</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>After Ch’u Yuan       <a href='#Page_43'>43</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Liu Ch’e       <a href='#Page_44'>44</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Fan-Piece for Her Imperial Lord       <a href='#Page_45'>45</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Ts’ai Chi’h       <a href='#Page_46'>46</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>In the Little Old Market-Place       <a href='#Page_47'>47</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar       <a href='#Page_51'>51</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>John Cournos</span> after <span class='sc'>K. Tetmaier</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>The Rose       <a href='#Page_54'>54</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Documents</span></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>To Hulme (T. E.) and Fitzgerald       <a href='#Page_57'>57</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Vates, the Social Reformer       <a href='#Page_59'>59</a></div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Fragments Addressed by Clearchus H. to Aldi       <a href='#Page_62'>62</a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='c012'><i>Bibliography</i></span>       <a href='#Page_63'>63</a></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c002' />
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>CHORICOS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The ancient songs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pass deathward mournfully.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and wings—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Symbols of ancient songs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mournfully passing</div>
+      <div class='line'>Down to the great white surges,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Watched of none</div>
+      <div class='line'>Save the frail sea-birds</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the lithe pale girls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Daughters of Okeanus.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And the songs pass</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the green land</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which lies upon the waves as a leaf</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the flowers of hyacinth;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And they pass from the waters,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The manifold winds and the dim moon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And they come,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Silently winging through soft Kimmerian dusk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the quiet level lands</div>
+      <div class='line'>That she keeps for us all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That she wrought for us all for sleep</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the silver days of the earth’s dawning—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Proserpina, daughter of Zeus.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And we turn from the Kuprian’s breasts,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>And we turn from thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Phoibos Apollon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And we turn from the music of old</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the hills that we loved and the meads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And we turn from the fiery day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the lips that were over sweet;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For silently</div>
+      <div class='line'>Brushing the fields with red-shod feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With purple robe</div>
+      <div class='line'>Searing the flowers as with a sudden flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hast come upon us.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And of all the ancient songs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Passing to the swallow-blue halls</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the dark streams of Persephone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This only remains:</div>
+      <div class='line'>That we turn to thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That we turn to thee, singing</div>
+      <div class='line'>One last song.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O Death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art an healing wind</div>
+      <div class='line'>That blowest over white flowers</div>
+      <div class='line'>A-tremble with dew;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art a wind flowing</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over dark leagues of lonely sea;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art the dusk and the fragrance;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art the lips of love mournfully smiling;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>Thou art the pale peace of one</div>
+      <div class='line'>Satiate with old desires;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art the silence of beauty,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And we look no more for the morning</div>
+      <div class='line'>We yearn no more for the sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Since with thy white hands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou crownest us with the pallid chaplets,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The slim colourless poppies</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which in thy garden alone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Softly thou gatherest.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And silently,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And with slow feet approaching,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And with bowed head and unlit eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>We kneel before thee:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And thou, leaning towards us,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Caressingly layest upon us</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flowers from thy thin cold hands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, smiling as a chaste woman</div>
+      <div class='line'>Knowing love in her heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou sealest our eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the illimitable quietude</div>
+      <div class='line'>Comes gently upon us.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>TO A GREEK MARBLE</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Πότνια, πότνια</div>
+      <div class='line'>White grave goddess,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pity my sadness,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O silence of Paros.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I am not of these about thy feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>These garments and decorum;</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am thy brother,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And thou hearest me not.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I have whispered thee in thy solitudes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of our loves in Phrygia,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The far ecstasy of burning noons</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the fragile pipes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ceased in the cypress shade,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the brown fingers of the shepherd</div>
+      <div class='line'>Moved over slim shoulders;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And only the cicada sang.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I have told thee of the hills</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the lisp of reeds</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the sun upon thy breasts,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And thou hearest me not,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Πότνια, πότνια,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hearest me not.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>AU VIEUX JARDIN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I have sat here happy in the gardens,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Watching the still pool and the reeds</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the dark clouds</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which the wind of the upper air</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tore like the green leafy boughs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the divers-hued trees of late summer;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But though I greatly delight</div>
+      <div class='line'>In these and the water lilies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That which sets me nighest to weeping</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flag-stones,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the pale yellow grasses</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among them.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>LESBIA</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Use no more speech now;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let the silence spread gold hair above us</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fold on delicate fold;</div>
+      <div class='line'>You had the ivory of my life to carve.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Use no more speech.</div>
+      <div class='line in14'>.   .   .   .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And Picus of Mirandola is dead;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rotten and dank.</div>
+      <div class='line in14'>.   .   .   .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And through it all I see your pale Greek face;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tenderness makes me as eager as a little child</div>
+      <div class='line'>To love you</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>You morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>BEAUTY THOU HAST HURT ME OVERMUCH</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The light is a wound to me.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The soft notes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Feed upon the wound.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Where wert thou born</div>
+      <div class='line'>O thou woe</div>
+      <div class='line'>That consumest my life?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whither comest thou?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Toothed wind of the seas,</div>
+      <div class='line'>No man knows thy beginning.</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a bird with strong claws</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou woundest me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O beautiful sorrow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>ARGYRIA</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O you,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O you most fair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swayer of reeds, whisperer</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the flowering rushes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You have hidden your hands</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath the poplar leaves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You have given them to the white waters.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Swallow-fleet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sea-child cold from waves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Slight reed that sang so blithely in the wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>White cloud the white sun kissed into the air;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pan mourns for you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>White limbs, white song,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pan mourns for you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>IN THE VIA SESTINA</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O daughter of Isis,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou standest beside the wet highway</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of this decayed Rome,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A manifest harlot.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Straight and slim art thou</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a marble phallus;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy face is the face of Isis</div>
+      <div class='line'>Carven</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>As she is carven in basalt.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And my heart stops with awe</div>
+      <div class='line'>At the presence of the gods,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There beside thee on the stall of images</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is the head of Osiris</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy lord.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>THE RIVER</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>I</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I drifted along the river</div>
+      <div class='line'>Until I moored my boat</div>
+      <div class='line'>By these crossed trunks.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Here the mist moves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over fragile leaves and rushes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Colourless waters and brown fading hills.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>She has come from beneath the trees,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Moving within the mist,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A floating leaf.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>II</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O blue flower of the evening,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You have touched my face</div>
+      <div class='line'>With your leaves of silver.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Love me for I must depart.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>BROMIOS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The withered bonds are broken.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The waxed reeds and the double pipe</div>
+      <div class='line'>Clamour about me;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The hot wind swirls</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through the red pine trunks.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Io! the fauns and the satyrs.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The touch of their shagged curled fur</div>
+      <div class='line'>And blunt horns!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They have wine in heavy craters</div>
+      <div class='line'>Painted black and red;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wine to splash on her white body.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Io!</div>
+      <div class='line'>She shrinks from the cold shower—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Afraid, afraid!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Let the Maenads break through the myrtles</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the boughs of the rohododaphnai.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let them tear the quick deers’ flesh.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ah, the cruel, exquisite fingers!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Io!</div>
+      <div class='line'>I have brought you the brown clusters,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The ivy-boughs and pine-cones.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Your breasts are cold sea-ripples,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But they smell of the warm grasses.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>Throw wide the chiton and the peplum,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Maidens of the Dew.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beautiful are your bodies, O Maenads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beautiful the sudden folds,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The vanishing curves of the white linen</div>
+      <div class='line'>About you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Io!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hear the rich laughter of the forest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The cymbals,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The trampling of the panisks and the centaurs.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington.</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>TO ATTHIS<br /> <br />(<i>After the Manuscript of Sappho now in Berlin</i>)</h2>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Atthis, far from me and dear Mnasidika,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dwells in Sardis;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Many times she was near us</div>
+      <div class='line'>So that we lived life well</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the far-famed goddess</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom above all things music delighted.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And now she is first among the Lydian women</div>
+      <div class='line'>As the mighty sun, the rose-fingered moon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beside the great stars.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And the light fades from the bitter sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>And in like manner from the rich-blossoming earth;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the dew is shed upon the flowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rose and soft meadow-sweet</div>
+      <div class='line'>And many-coloured melilote.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Many things told are remembered of sterile Atthis.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I yearn to behold thy delicate soul</div>
+      <div class='line'>To satiate my desire.  .  .  .</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Richard Aldington</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>SITALKAS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thou art come at length</div>
+      <div class='line'>More beautiful</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than any cool god</div>
+      <div class='line'>In a chamber under</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lycia’s far coast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than any high god</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who touches us not</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here in the seeded grass.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Aye, than Argestes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Scattering the broken leaves.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>HERMES OF THE WAYS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>I</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The hard sand breaks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the grains of it</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are clear as wine.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Far off over the leagues of it,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Playing on the wide shore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Piles little ridges,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the great waves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Break over it.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But more than the many-foamed ways</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I know him</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the triple path-ways,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hermes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who awaiteth.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Dubious,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Facing three ways,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Welcoming wayfarers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He whom the sea-orchard</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shelters from the west,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the east</div>
+      <div class='line'>Weathers sea-wind;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fronts the great dunes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>Wind rushes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over the dunes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the coarse, salt-crusted grass</div>
+      <div class='line'>Answers.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Heu,</div>
+      <div class='line'>It whips round my ankles!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>II</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Small is</div>
+      <div class='line'>This white stream,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flowing below ground</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the poplar-shaded hill,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the water is sweet.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Apples on the small trees</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are hard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Too small,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Too late ripened</div>
+      <div class='line'>By a desperate sun</div>
+      <div class='line'>That struggles through sea-mist.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The boughs of the trees</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are twisted</div>
+      <div class='line'>By many bafflings;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Twisted are</div>
+      <div class='line'>The small-leafed boughs.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the shadow of them</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is not the shadow of the mast head</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor of the torn sails.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>Hermes, Hermes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The great sea foamed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gnashed its teeth about me;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But you have waited,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where sea-grass tangles with</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shore-grass.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>PRIAPUS<br /> <br /><i>Keeper-of-Orchards</i></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I saw the first pear</div>
+      <div class='line'>As it fell.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The honey-seeking, golden-banded,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The yellow swarm</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was not more fleet than I,</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Spare us from loveliness!)</div>
+      <div class='line'>And I fell prostrate,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Crying,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hast flayed us with thy blossoms;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Spare us the beauty</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of fruit-trees!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The honey-seeking</div>
+      <div class='line'>Paused not,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The air thundered their song,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And I alone was prostrate.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O rough-hewn</div>
+      <div class='line'>God of the orchard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I bring thee an offering;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Do thou, alone unbeautiful</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Son of the god),</div>
+      <div class='line'>Spare us from loveliness.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The fallen hazel-nuts,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stripped late of their green sheaths,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>The grapes, red-purple,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their berries</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dripping with wine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pomegranates already broken,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And shrunken fig,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And quinces untouched,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I bring thee as offering.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>ACON<br /> <br />(<i>After Joannes Baptista Amaltheus</i>)</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>I</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Bear me to Dictaeus,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And to the steep slopes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the river Erymanthus.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I choose spray of dittany,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Cyperum frail of flower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Buds of myrrh,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All-healing herbs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Close pressed in calathes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>For she lies panting,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Drawing sharp breath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Broken with harsh sobs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She, Hyella,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom no god pitieth.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>II</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Dryads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Haunting the groves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nereids,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who dwell in wet caves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For all the whitish leaves of olive-branch,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And early roses,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And ivy wreathes, woven gold berries,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which she once brought to your altars,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>Bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Assyrian wine</div>
+      <div class='line'>To shatter her fever.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The light of her face falls from its flower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a hyacinth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hidden in a far valley,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Perishes upon burnt grass.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Pales,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bring gifts,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bring your Phoenician stuffs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And do you, fleet-footed nymphs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bring offerings,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Illyrian iris,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And a branch of shrub,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And frail-headed poppies.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>HERMONAX</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Gods of the sea;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ino,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Leaving warm meads</div>
+      <div class='line'>For the green, grey-green fastnesses</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the great deeps;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Palemon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bright striker of sea-shaft,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hear me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Let all whom the sea loveth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Come to its altar front,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And I</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who can offer no other sacrifice to thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bring this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Broken by great waves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wavelets flung it here,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This sea-gliding creature,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This strange creature like a weed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Covered with salt foam,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Torn from the hillocks</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of rock.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I, Hermonax,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Caster of nets,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Risking chance,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Plying the sea craft,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Came on it.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>Thus to sea god</div>
+      <div class='line'>Cometh gift of sea wrack;</div>
+      <div class='line'>I, Hermonax, offer it</div>
+      <div class='line'>To thee, Ino,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And to Palemon.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>EPIGRAM<br /> <br />(<i>After the Greek</i>)</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The golden one is gone from the banquets;</div>
+      <div class='line'>She, beloved of Atimetus,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The swallow, the bright Homonoea:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gone the dear chatterer.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>H. D.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>I</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>London, my beautiful,</div>
+      <div class='line'>it is not the sunset</div>
+      <div class='line'>nor the pale green sky</div>
+      <div class='line'>shimmering through the curtain</div>
+      <div class='line'>of the silver birch,</div>
+      <div class='line'>nor the quietness;</div>
+      <div class='line'>it is not the hopping</div>
+      <div class='line'>of birds</div>
+      <div class='line'>upon the lawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>nor the darkness</div>
+      <div class='line'>stealing over all things</div>
+      <div class='line'>that moves me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But as the moon creeps slowly</div>
+      <div class='line'>over the tree-tops</div>
+      <div class='line'>among the stars,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I think of her</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the glow her passing</div>
+      <div class='line'>sheds on men.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>London, my beautiful,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I will climb</div>
+      <div class='line'>into the branches</div>
+      <div class='line'>to the moonlit tree-tops,</div>
+      <div class='line'>that my blood may be cooled</div>
+      <div class='line'>by the wind.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>II</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I know this room,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and there are corridors:</div>
+      <div class='line'>the pictures, I have seen before;</div>
+      <div class='line'>the statues and those gems in cases</div>
+      <div class='line'>I have wandered by before,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>stood there silent and lonely</div>
+      <div class='line'>in a dream of years ago.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I know the dark of night is all around me;</div>
+      <div class='line'>my eyes are closed, and I am half asleep.</div>
+      <div class='line'>My wife breathes gently at my side.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But once again this old dream is within me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and I am on the threshold waiting,</div>
+      <div class='line'>wondering, pleased, and fearful.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where do those doors lead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>what rooms lie beyond them?</div>
+      <div class='line'>I venture. . . .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But my baby moves and tosses</div>
+      <div class='line'>from side to side,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and her need calls me to her.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Now I stand awake, unseeing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>in the dark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and I move towards her cot. . . .</div>
+      <div class='line'>I shall not reach her . . . There is no direction. . . .</div>
+      <div class='line'>I shall walk on. . . .</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>III</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Immortal? . . . No,</div>
+      <div class='line'>they cannot be, these people,</div>
+      <div class='line'>nor I.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Tired faces,</div>
+      <div class='line'>eyes that have never seen the world,</div>
+      <div class='line'>bodies that have never lived in air,</div>
+      <div class='line'>lips that have never minted speech,</div>
+      <div class='line'>they are the clipped and garbled,</div>
+      <div class='line'>blocking the highway.</div>
+      <div class='line'>They swarm and eddy</div>
+      <div class='line'>between the banks of glowing shops</div>
+      <div class='line'>towards the red meat,</div>
+      <div class='line'>the potherbs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>the cheapjacks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>or surge in</div>
+      <div class='line'>before the swift rush</div>
+      <div class='line'>of the clanging trams,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>pitiful, ugly, mean,</div>
+      <div class='line'>encumbering.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Immortal? . . .</div>
+      <div class='line'>In a wood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>watching the shadow of a bird</div>
+      <div class='line'>leap from frond to frond of bracken,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am immortal.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But these?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>IV</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The grass is beneath my head;</div>
+      <div class='line'>and I gaze</div>
+      <div class='line'>at the thronging stars</div>
+      <div class='line'>in the night.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They fall . . . they fall. . . .</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am overwhelmed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and afraid.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Each leaf of the aspen</div>
+      <div class='line'>is caressed by the wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>and each is crying.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And the perfume</div>
+      <div class='line'>of invisible roses</div>
+      <div class='line'>deepens the anguish.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Let a strong mesh of roots</div>
+      <div class='line'>feed the crimson of roses</div>
+      <div class='line'>upon my heart;</div>
+      <div class='line'>and then fold over the hollow</div>
+      <div class='line'>where all the pain was.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>V</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Under the lily shadow</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the gold</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the blue and mauve</div>
+      <div class='line'>that the whin and the lilac</div>
+      <div class='line'>pour down on the water,</div>
+      <div class='line'>the fishes quiver.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Over the green cold leaves</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the rippled silver</div>
+      <div class='line'>and the tarnished copper</div>
+      <div class='line'>of its neck and beak,</div>
+      <div class='line'>toward the deep black water</div>
+      <div class='line'>beneath the arches,</div>
+      <div class='line'>the swan floats slowly.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Into the dark of the arch the swan floats</div>
+      <div class='line'>and into the black depth of my sorrow</div>
+      <div class='line'>it bears a white rose of flame.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>NOCTURNES</h2>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c014'>I</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thy feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That are like little, silver birds,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Therefore I will follow thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon any path will I follow thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For the light of thy beauty</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shines before me like a torch.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'>II</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thy feet are white</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the foam of the sea;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lest I stumble,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And into deep waters.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'>III</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Long have I been</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the Singer beneath thy Casement,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now I am weary.</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am sick with longing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O my Belovéd;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Therefore bear me with thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swiftly</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon our road.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>IV</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>With the net of thy hair</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou hast fished in the sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And a strange fish</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hast thou caught in thy net;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For thy hair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Belovéd,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Holdeth my heart</div>
+      <div class='line'>Within its web of gold.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'>V</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I am weary with love, and thy lips</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are night-born poppies.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Give me therefore thy lips</div>
+      <div class='line'>That I may know sleep.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c015'>VI</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I am weary with longing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I am faint with love;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For upon my head has the moonlight</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fallen</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a sword.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Skipwith Cannéll</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>IN A GARDEN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Gushing from the mouths of stone men</div>
+      <div class='line'>To spread at ease under the sky</div>
+      <div class='line'>In granite-lipped basins,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where iris dabble their feet</div>
+      <div class='line'>And rustle to a passing wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The water fills the garden with its rushing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where trickle and plash the fountains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Splashing down moss-tarnished steps</div>
+      <div class='line'>It falls, the water;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the air is throbbing with it;</div>
+      <div class='line'>With its gurgling and running;</div>
+      <div class='line'>With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And I wished for night and you.</div>
+      <div class='line'>I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,</div>
+      <div class='line'>White and shining in the silver-flecked water.</div>
+      <div class='line'>While the moon rode over the garden,</div>
+      <div class='line'>High in the arch of night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Night and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>POSTLUDE</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Now that I have cooled to you</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Temples soothed by the sun to ruin</div>
+      <div class='line'>That sleep utterly.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Give me hand for the dances,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ripples at Philæ, in and out,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And lips, my Lesbian,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wall flowers that once were flame.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Your hair is my Carthage</div>
+      <div class='line'>And my arms the bow</div>
+      <div class='line'>And our words arrows</div>
+      <div class='line'>To shoot the stars,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who from that misty sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swarm to destroy us.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But you’re there beside me</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, how shall I defy you</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who wound me in the night</div>
+      <div class='line'>With breasts shining</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like Venus and like Mars?</div>
+      <div class='line'>The night that is shouting Jason</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the loud eaves rattle</div>
+      <div class='line'>As with waves above me</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blue at the prow of my desire!</div>
+      <div class='line'>O prayers in the dark!</div>
+      <div class='line'>O incense to Poseidon!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Calm in Atlantis.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>I HEAR AN ARMY</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I hear an army charging upon the land,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Disdaining the rains, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They cry into the night their battle name:</div>
+      <div class='line'>I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.</div>
+      <div class='line'>They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair:</div>
+      <div class='line'>They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.</div>
+      <div class='line'>My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?</div>
+      <div class='line'>My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>James Joyce</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>ΔΏΡΙΑ</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Be in me as the eternal moods</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>of the bleak wind, and not</div>
+      <div class='line'>As transient things are—</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>gaiety of flowers.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Have me in the strong loneliness</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>of sunless cliffs</div>
+      <div class='line'>And of grey waters.</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>Let the gods speak softly of us</div>
+      <div class='line'>In days hereafter,</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>The shadowy flowers of Orcus</div>
+      <div class='line'>Remember Thee.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>THE RETURN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>See, they return; ah, see the tentative</div>
+      <div class='line'>Movements, and the slow feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The trouble in the pace and the uncertain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wavering!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>See, they return, one, and by one,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With fear, as half-awakened;</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if the snow should hesitate</div>
+      <div class='line'>And murmur in the wind</div>
+      <div class='line in16'>and half turn back;</div>
+      <div class='line'>These were the “Wing’d-with-Awe,”</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>Inviolable.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Gods of the winged shoe!</div>
+      <div class='line'>With them the silver hounds</div>
+      <div class='line in16'>sniffing the trace of air!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Haie! Haie!</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>These were the swift to harry;</div>
+      <div class='line'>These the keen-scented;</div>
+      <div class='line'>These were the souls of blood.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Slow on the leash,</div>
+      <div class='line in16'>pallid the leash-men!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>AFTER CH’U YUAN</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I will get me to the wood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the silver-blue flood move others with ivory cars.</div>
+      <div class='line'>There come forth many maidens</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For there are leopards drawing the cars.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I will walk in the glade,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I will come out of the new thicket</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>and accost the procession of maidens.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>LIU CH’E</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The rustling of the silk is discontinued,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dust drifts over the courtyard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Scurry into heaps and lie still,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound.</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>FAN-PIECE FOR HER IMPERIAL LORD</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>O fan of white silk,</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>clear as frost on the grass-blade,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You also are laid aside.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>TS’AI CHI’H</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The petals fall in the fountain,</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>the orange coloured rose-leaves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their ochre clings to the stone.</div>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound.</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>IN THE LITTLE OLD MARKET-PLACE<br /> <br /><i>(To the Memory of A. V.)</i></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c011'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>It rains, it rains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From gutters and drains</div>
+      <div class='line'>And gargoyles and gables:</div>
+      <div class='line'>It drips from the tables</div>
+      <div class='line'>That tell us the tolls upon grains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oxen, asses, sheep, turkeys and fowls</div>
+      <div class='line'>Set into the rain-soaked wall</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the old Town Hall.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The mountains being so tall</div>
+      <div class='line'>And forcing the town on the river,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The market’s so small</div>
+      <div class='line'>That, with the wet cobbles, dark arches and all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The owls</div>
+      <div class='line'>(For in dark rainy weather the owls fly out</div>
+      <div class='line'>Well before four), so the owls</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the gloom</div>
+      <div class='line'>Have too little room</div>
+      <div class='line'>And brush by the saint on the fountain</div>
+      <div class='line'>In veering about.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The poor saint on the fountain!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Supported by plaques of the giver</div>
+      <div class='line'>To whom we’re beholden;</div>
+      <div class='line'>His name was de Sales</div>
+      <div class='line'>And his wife’s name von Mangel.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>(Now is he a saint or archangel?)</div>
+      <div class='line'>He stands on a dragon</div>
+      <div class='line'>On a ball, on a column</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gazing up at the vines on the mountain:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And his falchion is golden</div>
+      <div class='line'>And his wings are all golden.</div>
+      <div class='line'>He bears golden scales</div>
+      <div class='line'>And in spite of the coils of his dragon, without hint of alarm or invective</div>
+      <div class='line'>Looks up at the mists on the mountain.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>(Now what saint or archangel</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stands winged on a dragon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bearing golden scales and a broad bladed sword all golden?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Alas, my knowledge</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of all the saints of the college,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of all these glimmering, olden</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sacred and misty stories</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of angels and saints and old glories .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is sadly defective.)</div>
+      <div class='line'>The poor saint on the fountain .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>On top of his column</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gazes up sad and solemn.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But is it towards the top of the mountain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the spindrifty haze is</div>
+      <div class='line'>That he gazes?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or is it into the casement</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the girl sits sewing?</div>
+      <div class='line'>There’s no knowing.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>Hear it rain!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And from eight leaden pipes in the ball he stands on</div>
+      <div class='line'>That has eight leaden and copper bands on,</div>
+      <div class='line'>There gurgle and drain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Eight driblets of water down into the basin.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And he stands on his dragon</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the girl sits sewing</div>
+      <div class='line'>High, very high in her casement</div>
+      <div class='line'>And before her are many geraniums in a parket</div>
+      <div class='line'>All growing and blowing</div>
+      <div class='line'>In box upon box</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the gables right down to the basement</div>
+      <div class='line'>With frescoes and carvings and paint .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The poor saint!</div>
+      <div class='line'>It rains and it rains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the market there isn’t an ox,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And in all the emplacement</div>
+      <div class='line'>For waggons there isn’t a waggon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not a stall for a grape or a raisin,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not a soul in the market</div>
+      <div class='line'>Save the saint on his dragon</div>
+      <div class='line'>With the rain dribbling down in the basin,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the maiden that sews in the casement.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They are still and alone,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='c016'><i>Mutterseelens</i></span> alone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the rain dribbles down from his heels and his crown,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>From wet stone to wet stone.</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s grey as at dawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the owls, grey and fawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Call from the little town hall</div>
+      <div class='line'>With its arch in the wall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the fire-hooks are stored.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>From behind the flowers of her casement</div>
+      <div class='line'>That’s all gay with the carvings and paint,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The maiden gives a great yawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the poor saint—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No doubt he’s as bored!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stands still on his column</div>
+      <div class='line'>Uplifting his sword</div>
+      <div class='line'>With never the ease of a yawn</div>
+      <div class='line'>From wet dawn to wet dawn .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>SCENTED LEAVES FROM A CHINESE JAR</h2>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE BITTER PURPLE WILLOWS</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>Meditating on the glory of illustrious lineage I lifted
+up my eyes and beheld the bitter purple willows growing
+round the tombs of the exalted Mings.</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE GOLD FISH</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c007'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Like a breath from hoarded musk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the golden fins that move</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the tank’s green shadows part—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Living flames out of the dusk—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are the lightning throbs of love</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the passionate lover’s heart.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE INTOXICATED POET</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>A poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue, spoke
+thus: “More fragrant than the heliotrope, which
+blooms all the year round, better than vermilion letters
+on tablets of sendal, are thy kisses, thou shy one!”</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE JONQUILS</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>I have heard that a certain princess, when she found
+that she had been married by a demon, wove a wreath
+of jonquils and sent it to the lover of former days.</p>
+
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>
+<h3 class='c017'>THE MERMAID</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c018'>The sailor boy who leant over the side of the Junk
+of Many Pearls, and combed the green tresses of the
+sea with his ivory fingers, believing that he had heard
+the voice of a mermaid, cast his body down between
+the waves.</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE MIDDLE KINGDOM</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>The emperors of fourteen dynasties, clad in robes of
+yellow silk embroidered with the Dragon, wearing gold
+diadems set with pearls and rubies, and seated on
+thrones of incomparable ivory, have ruled over the
+Middle Kingdom for four thousand years.</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE MILKY WAY</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>My mother taught me that every night a procession
+of junks carrying lanterns moves silently across the
+sky, and the water sprinkled from their paddles falls
+to the earth in the form of dew. I no longer believe
+that the stars are junks carrying lanterns, no longer
+that the dew is shaken from their oars.</p>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>THE SEA-SHELL</h3>
+
+<p class='c018'>To the passionate lover, whose sighs come back to
+him on every breeze, all the world is like a murmuring
+sea-shell.</p>
+
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>
+<h3 class='c017'>THE SWALLOW TOWER</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c018'>Amid a landscape flickering with poplars, and netted
+by a silver stream, the Swallow Tower stands in the
+haunts of the sun. The winds out of the four quarters
+of heaven come to sigh around it, the clouds forsake
+the zenith to bathe it with continuous kisses. Against
+its sun-worn walls a sea of orchards breaks in white
+foam; and from the battlements the birds that flit
+below are seen like fishes in a green moat. The windows
+of the Tower stand open day and night; the
+winged Guests come when they please, and hold communication
+with the unknown Keeper of the Tower.</p>
+
+<div class='c004'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span></div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>THE ROSE</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c019'>I remember a day when I stood on the sea shore at
+Nice, holding a scarlet rose in my hands.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>The calm sea, caressed by the sun, was brightly
+garmented in blue, veiled in gold, and violet, verging
+on silver.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>Gently the waves lapped the shore, and scattering
+into pearls, emeralds and opals, hastened towards
+my feet with a monotonous, rhythmical sound, like the
+prolonged note of a single harp-string.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>High in the clear, blue-golden sky hung the great,
+burning disc of the sun.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>White seagulls hovered above the waves, now
+barely touching them with their snow-white breasts,
+now rising anew into the heights, like butterflies over
+the green meadows .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>Far in the east, a ship, trailing its smoke, glided
+slowly from sight as though it had foundered in the
+waste.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>I threw the rose into the sea, and watched it,
+caught in the wave, receding, red on the snow-white
+foam, paler on the emerald wave.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>And the sea continued to return it to me, again
+and again, at last no longer a flower, but strewn petals
+on restless water.</p>
+
+<p class='c020'>So with the heart, and with all proud things. In
+the end nothing remains but a handful of petals of
+what was once a proud flower .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</p>
+
+<div class='c004'><span class='sc'>John Cournos</span> after <span class='sc'>K. Tetmaier</span></div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c007' />
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'><span class='xlarge'>DOCUMENTS</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c013' />
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>TO HULME (T. E.) AND FITZGERALD</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Is there for feckless poverty</div>
+      <div class='line'>That grins at ye for a’ that!</div>
+      <div class='line'>A hired slave to none am I,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But under-fed for a’ that;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The toils I shun and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>My name but mocks the guinea stamp,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Pound’s dead broke for a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Although my linen still is clean,</div>
+      <div class='line'>My socks fine silk and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Although I dine and drink good wine—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Say, twice a week, and a’ that;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>My tinsel shows and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>These breeks ’ll no last many weeks</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Gainst wear and tear and a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Ye see this birkie ca’ed a bard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wi’ cryptic eyes and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Aesthetic phrases by the yard;</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s but E. P. for a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>My verses, books and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The man of independent means</div>
+      <div class='line'>He looks and laughs at a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>One man will make a novelette</div>
+      <div class='line'>And sell the same and a’ that.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For verse nae man can siller get,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nae editor maun fa’ that.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their royalties and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wib time to loaf and will to write</div>
+      <div class='line'>I’ll stick to rhyme for a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And ye may prise and gang your ways</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wi’ pity, sneers and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I know my trade and God has made</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some men to rhyme and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For a’ that and a’ that,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I maun gang on for a’ that</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wi’ verse to verse until the hearse</div>
+      <div class='line'>Carts off me wame and a’ that.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c021'>WRITTEN FOR THE CENACLE OF 1909 VIDE INTRODUCTION
+TO “THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF T. E.
+HULME,” PUBLISHED AT THE END OF “RIPOSTES.”</p>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>VATES, THE SOCIAL REFORMER</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c013'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>What shall be said of him, this cock-o’-hoop?</div>
+      <div class='line'>(I’m just a trifle bored, dear God of mine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dear unknown God, dear chicken-pox of Heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I’m bored I say), But still—my social friend—</div>
+      <div class='line'>(One has to be familiar in one’s discourse)</div>
+      <div class='line'>While he was puffing out his jets of wit</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over his swollen-bellied pipe, one thinks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>One thinks, you know, of quite a lot of things.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>(Dear unknown God, dear, queer-faced God,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Queer, queer, queer, queer-faced God,</div>
+      <div class='line'>You blanky God, be quiet for half minute,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And when I’ve shut up Rates, and sat on Naboth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I’ll tell you half a dozen things or so.)</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There goes a flock of starlings—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now half a dozen years ago,</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)</div>
+      <div class='line'>I should have hove my sporting air-gun up</div>
+      <div class='line'>And blazed away—and now I let ’em go—</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s odd how one changes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yes, that’s High Germany.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But still, when he was smiling like a Chinese queen,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Looking as queer (I do assure you, God)</div>
+      <div class='line'>As any Chinese queen I ever saw;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And tiddle-whiddle-whiddling about prose,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Trying to quiz a mutton-headed poetaster,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>And choking all the time with politics—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Why then I say, I contemplated him</div>
+      <div class='line'>And marveled (God! I marveled,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Write it in prose, dear God. Yes, in red ink.)</div>
+      <div class='line'>And marveled, as I said,</div>
+      <div class='line'>At the stupendous quantity of mind</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the amazing quality thereof.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Dear God of mine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s really most amazing, doncherknow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But really, God, I <span class='c016'><i>can’t</i></span> get off the mark;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look here, you queer-faced God,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This fellow makes me sick with all his talk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His ha’penny gibes at Celtic bards</div>
+      <div class='line'>And followers of Dante—honest folk!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Because, dear God, the rotten beggar goes</div>
+      <div class='line'>And makes a Chinese blue-stocking</div>
+      <div class='line'>From half-digested dreams of Munich-air.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And then—God, why should I write it down?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But Rates and Naboth</div>
+      <div class='line'>Aren’t half such silly fools as he is (God)</div>
+      <div class='line'>For they are frankly asinine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While he pretends to sanity,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Modernity, (dear God, dear God).</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>It’s bad enough, dear God of mine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That you have set me down in London town,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Endowed me with a tattered velvet coat,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Soft collar and black hat and Greek ambitions;</div>
+      <div class='line'>You might have left me there.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>But now you send</div>
+      <div class='line'>This “vates” here, this sage social reformer</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Yes, God, you rotten Roman Catholic)</div>
+      <div class='line'>To put his hypothetical conceptions</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of what a poor young poetaster would think</div>
+      <div class='line'>Into his own damned shape, and then to attack it</div>
+      <div class='line'>To his own great contemplative satisfaction.</div>
+      <div class='line'>What have I done, O God,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That so much bitterness should flop on me?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Social Reformer! That’s the beggar’s name.</div>
+      <div class='line'>He’d have me write bad novels like himself.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Yes, God, I know it’s after closing time;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And yes, I know I’ve smoked his cigarettes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But watch that sparrow on the fountain in the rain.</div>
+      <div class='line'>How half a dozen years ago,</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Shut up, you blighted God, and let me speak)</div>
+      <div class='line'>I should have hove my sporting air-gun up</div>
+      <div class='line'>And blazed away—and now I let him go—</div>
+      <div class='line'>It’s odd how one changes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yes, that’s High Germany.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='c004'>R. A.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>FRAGMENTS ADDRESSED BY CLEARCHUS H. TO ALDI</h2>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c022'>Πωετριε<br />Πρικε φιφτεεν κενξ<br />           π. 43</h3>
+<div class='lg-container-b c023'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Ἰ ἁυε σατ ἑρε ἁρριε ἰν μι ἀρμχαιρ</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(πύτνηβυς, πύτνηβυς) <sup><span class='small'>(1)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>ὐατχινγ θε στιλλ Ηουνδ ἀνδ θε κιδ</div>
+      <div class='line'>ὐιθ θε δαρκ ἁιρ</div>
+      <div class='line'>ὑιχ θε ὐινδ ὀφ μι ὐπραισεδ ὐοικε</div>
+      <div class='line'>τορε λικε ἀ γρεεν ματτεδ μεσς</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(Ὀ ἄνδρες Ἀθηναῖοι) <sup><span class='small'>(2)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>ὀφ ὐετ κοβυεβς ἀνδ σεαυεεδ ἀτ τυιλιγτ,</div>
+      <div class='line'>βυτ τὁυγ Ἰ γρεατλιε δελιγτεδ</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(ἠράμαν μὲν ἐγὼ σέθεν, Ἀλδί, πάλαι πότα) <sup><span class='small'>(3)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>ἰν θησε ἀνδ θε Ἐζρα ὑισκέρς</div>
+      <div class='line'>τἁτ ὑιχ σετς με νιρεστ το ὐεεπινγ</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(ὁ δὲ Κλέαρχος εἶπε) <sup><span class='small'>(4)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>ἰς θε κλασσικαλ ῥυθμ ὀφ θε ραρε σπεεχες,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ὠ θε ὐνσπωκεν σπεεχες</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ἑλλενικ.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Notes.</span> (1) A vehicle conducting passengers from Athens,</div>
+      <div class='line in11'>the capital of Greece, to the temple of the winds,</div>
+      <div class='line in11'>which stands in a respectable suburb.</div>
+      <div class='line in7'>(2) Rendered by Butler, “O God! O Montreal!”</div>
+      <div class='line in7'>(3) Sappho!!!!!!</div>
+      <div class='line in7'>(4) Xenophon’s Anabasis.</div>
+      <div class='line in51'>F. M. H.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>Pôetrie<br />Prike phiphteen kenx<br />           p. 43</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c023'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I haue sat here harrie in mi armchair</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(pυtnêbus, pυtnêbus) <sup><span class='small'>(1)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>uatching the still Êound and the kid</div>
+      <div class='line'>uith the dark hair</div>
+      <div class='line'>huich the uind oph mi upraised uoike</div>
+      <div class='line'>tore like a green matted mess</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(Ô andres Athênaioi) <sup><span class='small'>(2)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>oph uet kobuebs and seaueed at tuiligt,</div>
+      <div class='line'>but thoug I greatlie deligted</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) <sup><span class='small'>(3)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>in thêse and the Ezra huiskers</div>
+      <div class='line'>that huich sets me nirest to ueeping</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(ho de Klearchos eipe) <sup><span class='small'>(4)</span></sup></div>
+      <div class='line'>is the klassikal rhythm oph the rare speeches,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ô the unspôken speeches</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hellenik.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<h3 class='c017'>Poetry<br />Price fifteen cents<br />          p. 43</h3>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c023'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I have sat here Harry in my armchair</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(Putney-bus, Putney-bus) (1)</div>
+      <div class='line'>watching the still hound and the kid</div>
+      <div class='line'>with the dark hair</div>
+      <div class='line'>which the wind of my upraised voice</div>
+      <div class='line'>tore like a green matted mess</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(Ô andres Athênaioi) (2)</div>
+      <div class='line'>of wet cobwebs and seaweed at twilight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>but though I greatly delighted</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(êraman men egô sethen, Aldi, palai pota) (3)</div>
+      <div class='line'>in these and the Ezra whiskers</div>
+      <div class='line'>that which sets me nearest to weeping</div>
+      <div class='line in10'>(ho de Klearchos eipe) (4)</div>
+      <div class='line'>is the classical rhythm of the rare speeches,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O the unspoken speeches</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hellenic.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>
+  <h2 class='c010'>BIBLIOGRAPHY</h2>
+</div>
+<p class='c025'><span class='sc'>F. S. Flint</span>—“The Net of the Stars.” Published by Elkin Mathews, 4 Cork St., London, W.</p>
+<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Ezra Pound</span>—Collected Poems (Personae, Exultations, Canzoni, Ripostes). Published by Elkin Mathews.</p>
+<p class='c027'><span class='small'>TRANSLATIONS</span>:</p>
+<p class='c028'>    “The Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti.” Published by Small, Maynard &amp; Co., Boston.</p>
+<p class='c028'>    The Canzoni of Arnaut Daniel. R. F. Seymour &amp; Co., Fine Arts Bldg., Chicago.</p>
+<p class='c027'><span class='small'>PROSE</span>:</p>
+<p class='c028'>“The Spirit of Romance.” A study of mediaeval poetry. Dent &amp; Sons. London.</p>
+<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Ford Madox Hueffer</span>—“Collected Poems.” Published
+    by Max Goschen, 20 Gt. Russel St., London.
+    Forty volumes of prose with various publishers.</p>
+<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Allen Upward</span>—Author of “The New Word,” “The Divine Mystery,” etc., etc.</p>
+<p class='c028'>    The “Scented Leaves” appears in “Poetry” for September 1913.</p>
+<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>William Carlos Williams</span>—“The Tempers.” Published
+    by Elkin Mathews.</p>
+<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Amy Lowell</span>—“A Dome of Many Coloured Glass.” Published by Houghton, Mifflin, Boston.</p>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c010'>Transcriber's Notes</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c029'>On page 37, "popies" was replaced by "poppies".</p>
+
+<p class='c030'>The humorous poem written with Greek characters on page 62 has also been rendered in their Latin equivalents for the benefit of those who cannot pronounce the Greek and also in Latin look-alikes.  It appears that, in the first line, the rho's should have been pi's, making the 5th word <b>ἁππιε</b> or <b>happie</b>; it was left as printed. Or, this might have been addressed to the editor of "Poetry" whose name was Harriet Monroe.</p>
+
+<p class='c030'>Minor typographical errors have been corrected without comment.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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