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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Lustra of Ezra Pound - -Author: Ezra Pound - -Release Date: September 16, 2017 [eBook #55564] -[Most recently updated: Octover 3, 2022] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Chuck Greif, ellinora, Bryan Ness and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net -(This file was produced from images generously made -available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND *** - - - - - LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND - - [Illustration: - - _From photo portrait by Alvin Langdon Coburn._ - - EZRA POUND.] - - - - - LUSTRA - - OF - - EZRA POUND - - _Definition_--“LUSTRUM: an offering for the sins of the whole - people, made by the censors at the expiration of their - five years of office.” - - _Elementary Latin Dictionary of Charlton T. Lewis._ - - LONDON - ELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREET - M CM XVI - - - Certain of these poems have appeared in _Poetry_, _Blast_, _Poetry - and Drama_, _Smart Set_, and _Others_, to the editors of which - magazines the author wishes to make due acknowledgment. - - E. P. - - - - - - - V. L. - - _Cui dono lepidum novum libellum._ - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - -Tenzone 9 - -The Condolence 10 - -The Garret 11 - -The Garden 12 - -Ortus 13 - -Salutation 14 - -The Spring 15 - -Albâtre 16 - -Causa 16 - -A Pact 17 - -Surgit Fama 18 - -Preference 19 - -Dance Figure 20 - -April 22 - -Gentildonna 22 - -The Rest 23 - -Les Millwin 24 - -Further Instructions 25 - -A Song of the Degrees 26 - -Ite 27 - -Dum Capitolium Scandet 27 - -καλὀν 27 - -The Study in Aesthetics 28 - -The Bellaires 29 - -Salvationists 32 - -Arides 33 - -The Bath Tub 33 - -Amitiés 34 - -To Dives 35 - -Ladies 36 - -Coda 37 - -Ancora 38 - -“Dompna pois de me no’us cal” 39 - -The Coming of War: Actaeon 42 - -After Ch’u Yuan 43 - -Liu Ch’e 43 - -Fan-piece, for her Imperial Lord 44 - -Ts’ai Chi’h 44 - -In a Station of the Metro 45 - -Alba 45 - -Heather 45 - -The Faun 46 - -Pervigilium 46 - -The Encounter 47 - -Tempora 47 - -Black Slippers: Bellotti 48 - -Society 48 - -Image from D’Orleans 49 - -Papyrus 49 - -“Ione, Dead the Long Year” 50 - -Shop Girl 50 - -To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend 51 - -Tame Cat 52 - -L’Art, 1910 52 - -Simulacra 53 - -Women before a Shop 53 - -Epilogue 54 - -The Social Order 55 - -The Tea Shop 56 - -Epitaphs 57 - -Our Contemporaries 57 - -Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic 58 - -The Three Poets 58 - -The Gipsy 59 - -The Game of Chess 60 - -Provincia Deserta 61 - - -CATHAY - -Song of the Bowmen of Shu 67 - -The Beautiful Toilet 69 - -The River Song 70 - -The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter 73 - -The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance 75 - -Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin 76 - -Lament of the Frontier Guard 78 - -Exile’s Letter 80 - -Four Poems of Departure - -Separation on the River Kiang 85 - -Taking Leave of a Friend 85 - -Leave-taking near Shoku 86 - -The City of Choan 87 - -South Folk in Cold Country 88 - -Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku 89 - -A Ballad of the Mulberry Road 90 - -Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu 91 - -To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud” 93 - -Near Perigord 95 - -Villanelle: The Psychological Hour 104 - -Dans un Omnibus de Londres 107 - -To a Friend Writing on Cabaret Dancers 109 - -Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus 113 - -Fish and the Shadow 115 - - - - -LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND - - - - -Tenzone - - - Will people accept them? - (i.e. these songs). - As a timorous wench from a centaur - (or a centurion), - Already they flee, howling in terror. - - Will they be touched with the verisimilitudes? - Their virgin stupidity is untemptable. - I beg you, my friendly critics, - Do not set about to procure me an audience. - - I mate with my free kind upon the crags; - the hidden recesses - Have heard the echo of my heels, - in the cool light, - in the darkness. - - - - -The Condolence - - _A mis soledades voy,_ - _De mis soledades vengo,_ - _Porque por andar conmigo_ - _Mi bastan mis pensamientos._ - Lope de Vega. - - - O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth, - A lot of asses praise you because you are “virile,” - We, you, I! We are “Red Bloods”! - Imagine it, my fellow sufferers-- - Our maleness lifts us out of the ruck, - Who’d have foreseen it? - - O my fellow sufferers, we went out under the trees, - We were in especial bored with male stupidity. - We went forth gathering delicate thoughts, - Our “_fantastikon_” delighted to serve us. - We were not exasperated with women, - for the female is ductile. - - And now you hear what is said to us: - We are compared to that sort of person - Who wanders about announcing his sex - As if he had just discovered it. - Let us leave this matter, my songs, - and return to that which concerns us. - - - - -The Garret - - - Come let us pity those who are better off than we are. - Come, my friend, and remember - that the rich have butlers and no friends, - And we have friends and no butlers. - Come let us pity the married and the unmarried. - - Dawn enters with little feet - like a gilded Pavlova, - And I am near my desire. - Nor has life in it aught better - Than this hour of clear coolness, - the hour of waking together. - - - - -The Garden - - _En robe de parade._ - Samain. - - - Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall - She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, - And she is dying piece-meal - of a sort of emotional anæmia. - - And round about there is a rabble - Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. - They shall inherit the earth. - - In her is the end of breeding. - Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. - She would like someone to speak to her, - And is almost afraid that I - will commit that indiscretion. - - - - -Ortus - - - How have I laboured? - How have I not laboured - To bring her soul to birth, - To give these elements a name and a centre! - - She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid. - She has no name, and no place. - How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation; - To give her a name and her being! - - Surely you are bound and entwined, - You are mingled with the elements unborn; - I have loved a stream and a shadow. - - I beseech you enter your life. - I beseech you learn to say “I” - When I question you: - For you are no part, but a whole; - No portion, but a being. - - - - -Salutation - - - O generation of the thoroughly smug - and thoroughly uncomfortable, - I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, - I have seen them with untidy families, - I have seen their smiles full of teeth - and heard ungainly laughter. - - And I am happier than you are, - And they were happier than I am; - And the fish swim in the lake - and do not even own clothing. - - - - -The Spring - - - Cydonian spring with her attendant train, - Maelids and water-girls, - Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace, - Throughout this sylvan place - Spreads the bright tips, - And every vine-stock is - Clad in new brilliancies. - And wild desire - Falls like black lightning. - O bewildered heart, - Though every branch have back what last year lost, - She, who moved here amid the cyclamen, - Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost. - - - - -Albâtre - - - This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a peignoir - Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend, - And the delicate white feet of her little white dog - Are not more delicate than she is, - Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts in whiteness - As she sits in the great chair - Between the two indolent candles. - - - - -Causa - - - I join these words for four people, - Some others may overhear them, - O world, I am sorry for you, - You do not know these four people. - - - - -A Pact - - - I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman-- - I have detested you long enough. - I come to you as a grown child - Who has had a pig-headed father; - I am old enough now to make friends. - It was you that broke the new wood, - Now is a time for carving. - We have one sap and one root-- - Let there be commerce between us. - - - - -Surgit Fama - - - There is a truce among the gods, - Korè is seen in the North - Skirting the blue-gray sea - In gilded and russet mantle. - - The corn has again its mother and she, Leuconoë, - That failed never women, - Fails not the earth now. - - The tricksome Hermes is here; - He moves behind me - Eager to catch my words, - Eager to spread them with rumour; - To set upon them his change - Crafty and subtle; - To alter them to his purpose; - But do thou speak true, even to the letter: - - “Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver. - Once more is the chant heard. - Once more are the never abandoned gardens - Full of gossip and old tales.” - - - - -Preference - - - It is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies, - But for all that I have seen you - on a high, white, noble horse, - Like some strange queen in a story. - - It is odd that you should be covered with long robes - and trailing tendrils and flowers; - It is odd that you should be changing your face - and resembling some other woman to plague me; - It is odd that you should be hiding yourself - In the cloud of beautiful women who do not concern me. - - And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind? - You will say that I deserve this. - - - - -Dance Figure - -_For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee_ - - - Dark eyed, - O woman of my dreams, - Ivory sandaled, - There is none like thee among the dancers, - None with swift feet. - - I have not found thee in the tents, - In the broken darkness. - I have not found thee at the well-head - Among the women with pitchers. - - Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark; - Thy face as a river with lights. - - White as an almond are thy shoulders; - As new almonds stripped from the husk. - - They guard thee not with eunuchs; - Not with bars of copper. - - Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest. - A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in patterns, - hast thou gathered about thee, - O Nathat-Ikanaie, “Tree-at-the-river.” - - As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me; - Thy fingers a frosted stream. - - Thy maidens are white like pebbles; - Their music about thee! - - There is none like thee among the dancers; - None with swift feet. - - - - -April - - RIGHT - _Nympharum membra disjecta._ - - - Three spirits came to me - And drew me apart - To where the olive boughs - Lay stripped upon the ground: - Pale carnage beneath bright mist. - - - - -Gentildonna - - - She passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now - Moving among the trees, and clinging - in the air she severed, - Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures: - - Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky. - - - - -The Rest - - - O helpless few in my country, - O remnant enslaved! - - Artists broken against her, - A-stray, lost in the villages, - Mistrusted, spoken-against, - - Lovers of beauty, starved, - Thwarted with systems, - Helpless against the control; - - You who can not wear yourselves out - By persisting to successes, - You who can only speak, - Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration; - - You of the finer sense, - Broken against false knowledge, - You who can know at first hand, - Hated, shut in, mistrusted: - - Take thought: - I have weathered the storm, - I have beaten out my exile. - - - - -Les Millwin - - - The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet. - The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins - Were seen lying along the upper seats - Like so many unused boas. - - The turbulent and undisciplined host of art students-- - The rigorous deputation from “Slade”-- - Was before them. - With arms exalted, with fore-arms - Crossed in great futuristic X’s, the art students - Exulted, they beheld the splendours of _Cleopatra_. - - And the little Millwins beheld these things; - With their large and anæmic eyes they looked out upon this configuration. - - Let us therefore mention the fact, - For it seems to us worthy of record. - - - - -Further Instructions - - - Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions, - Let us express our envy of the man with a steady job - and no worry about the future. - You are very idle, my songs. - I fear you will come to a bad end. - You stand about in the streets, - You loiter at the corners and bus-stops - You do next to nothing at all. - - You do not even express our inner nobilities, - You will come to a very bad end. - - And I? - I have gone half cracked, - I have talked to you so much that - I almost see you about me, - Insolent little beasts, shameless, devoid of clothing! - - But you, newest song of the lot, - You are not old enough to have done much mischief, - I will get you a green coat out of China - With dragons worked upon it, - I will get you the scarlet silk trousers - From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella, - Lest they say we are lacking in taste, - Or that there is no caste in this family. - - - - -A Song of the Degrees - - -I - - Rest me with Chinese colours, - For I think the glass is evil. - - -II - - The wind moves above the wheat-- - With a silver crashing, - A thin war of metal. - - I have known the golden disc, - I have seen it melting above me. - I have known the stone-bright place, - The hall of clear colours. - - -III - - O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours! - O light bound and bent in, O soul of the captive, - Why am I warned? Why am I sent away? - Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust? - O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold! - O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence! - - - - -Ite - - - Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant, - Move among the lovers of perfection alone. - Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light - And take your wounds from it gladly. - - - - -Dum Capitolium Scandet - - - How many will come after me - singing as well as I sing, none better; - Telling the heart of their truth - as I have taught them to tell it; - Fruit of my seed, - O my unnameable children. - - Know then that I loved you from afore-time, - Clear speakers, naked in the sun, untrammelled. - - - - -To καλὀν - - - Even in my dreams you have denied yourself to me - And sent me only your handmaids. - - - - -The Study in Aesthetics - - - The very small children in patched clothing, - Being smitten with an unusual wisdom, - Stopped in their play as she passed them - And cried up from their cobbles: - _Guarda! Ahi, guarda! ch’ è be’a!_[A] - - But three years after this - I heard the young Dante, whose last name I do not know-- - For there are, in Sirmione, twenty-eight young - Dantes and thirty-four Catulli; - - And there had been a great catch of sardines, - And his elders - Were packing them in the great wooden boxes - For the market in Brescia, and he - Leapt about, snatching at the bright fish - And getting in both of their ways; - And in vain they commanded him to _sta fermo!_ - And when they would not let him arrange - The fish in the boxes - He stroked those which were already arranged, - Murmuring for his own satisfaction - This identical phrase: - _Ch’ è be’a._ - - And at this I was mildly abashed. - - [A] _Bella._ - - - - -The Bellaires - - RIGHT - _Aus meinen grossen Schmerzen_ - _Mach’ ich die kleinen Lieder._ - - - The good Bellaires - Do not understand the conduct of this world’s affairs. - In fact they understood them so badly - That they have had to cross the Channel. - - Nine lawyers, four counsels, five judges and three proctors of the King, - Together with the respective wives, husbands, sisters - and heterogeneous connections of the good Bellaires, - Met to discuss their affairs; - But the good Bellaires have so little understood their affairs - That now there is no one at all - Who can understand any affair of theirs. Yet - Fourteen hunters still eat in the stables of - The good Squire Bellaire; - But these may not suffer attainder, - For they may not belong to the good Squire Bellaire - But to his wife. - On the contrary, if they do not belong to his wife, - He will plead - A “freedom from attainder” - For twelve horses and also for twelve boarhounds - From Charles the Fourth; - And a further freedom for the remainder - Of horses, from Henry the Fourth. - But the judges, - Being free of mediæval scholarship, - Will pay no attention to this, - And there will be only the more confusion, - Replevin, estoppel, espavin and what not. - - Nine lawyers, four counsels, etc., - Met to discuss their affairs, - But the sole result was bills - From lawyers to whom no one was indebted, - And even the lawyers - Were uncertain who was supposed to be indebted to them. - - Wherefore the good Squire Bellaire - Resides now at Agde and Biaucaire. - To Carcassonne, Pui, and Alais - He fareth from day to day, - Or takes the sea air - Between Marseilles - And Beziers. - - And for all this I have considerable regret, - For the good Bellaires - Are very charming people. - - - - -Salvationists - - -I - - Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection-- - We shall get ourselves rather disliked. - - -II - - Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect - The very excellent term _Rusticus_. - Let us apply it in all its opprobrium - To those to whom it applies. - And you may decline to make them immortal. - For we shall consider them and their state - In delicate - Opulent silence. - - -III - - Come, my songs, - Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities-- - Beginning with Mumpodorus; - And against this sea of vulgarities-- - Beginning with Nimmim; - And against this sea of imbeciles-- - All the Bulmenian literati. - - - - -Arides - - - The bashful Arides - Has married an ugly wife, - He was bored with his manner of life, - Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might as - Well do this as anything else. - - Saying within his heart, “I am no use to myself, - Let her, if she wants me, take me.” - He went to his doom. - - - - -The Bath Tub - - - As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, - When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, - So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, - O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady. - - - - -Amitiés - - RIGHT - _Old friends the most._ - W. B. Y. - - -I - -_To one, on returning certain years after._ - - You wore the same quite correct clothing, - You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs, - You had the same old air of condescension - Mingled with a curious fear - That I, myself, might have enjoyed them. - - _Te voilà, mon Bourrienne_, you also shall be immortal. - - -II - -_To another._ - - And we say good-bye to you also, - For you seem never to have discovered - That your relationship is wholly parasitic; - Yet to our feasts you bring neither - Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes - Of discipleship. - - -III - - But you, _bos amic_, we keep on, - For to you we owe a real debt: - In spite of your obvious flaws, - You once discovered a moderate chop-house. - - -IV - - _Iste fuit vir incultus,_ - _Deo laus, quod est sepultus,_ - _Vermes habent eius vultum_ - _A-a-a-a--A-men._ - _Ego autem jovialis_ - _Gaudero contubernalis_ - _Cum jocunda femina._ - - - - -To Dives - - - Who am I to condemn you, O Dives, - I who am as much embittered - With poverty - As you are with useless riches? - - - - -Ladies - - -_Agathas_ - - Four and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days, - All of whom she refused; - And now she turns to me seeking love, - And her hair also is turning. - - -_Young Lady_ - - I have fed your lar with poppies, - I have adored you for three full years; - And now you grumble because your dress does not fit - And because I happen to say so. - - -_Lesbia Illa_ - - Memnon, Memnon, that lady - Who used to walk about amongst us - With such gracious uncertainty, - Is now wedded - To a British householder. - _Lugete, Veneres! Lugete, Cupidinesque!_ - - -_Passing_ - - Flawless as Aphrodite, - Thoroughly beautiful, - Brainless, - The faint odour of your patchouli, - Faint, almost, as the lines of cruelty about your chin, - Assails me, and concerns me almost as little. - - - - -Coda - - - O my songs, - Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into people’s faces, - Will you find your lost dead among them? - - - - -Ancora - - - Good God! They say you are _risqué_, - O canzonetti! - We who went out into the four A.M. of the world - Composing our albas, - We who shook off our dew with the rabbits, - We who have seen even Artemis a-binding her sandals, - Have we ever heard the like? - O mountains of Hellas!! - - Gather about me, O Muses! - When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon - Clothed in the tattered sunlight, - O Muses with delicate shins, - O Muses with delectable knee-joints, - When we splashed and were splashed with - The lucid Castalian spray, - Had we ever such an epithet cast upon us!! - - - - -A TRANSLATION - -FROM THE PROVENÇAL OF EN BERTRANS DE BORN. - -=“Dompna pois de me no’us cal”= - - - Lady, since you care nothing for me, - And since you have shut me away from you - Causelessly, - I know not where to go seeking, - For certainly - I will never again gather - Joy so rich, and if I find not ever - A lady with look so speaking - To my desire, worth yours whom I have lost, - I’ll have no other love at any cost. - - And since I could not find a peer to you, - Neither one so fair, nor of such heart, - So eager and alert, - Nor with such art - In attire, nor so gay - Nor with gift so bountiful and so true, - I will go out a-searching, - Culling from each a fair trait - To make me a borrowed lady - Till I again find you ready. - - Bels Cembelins, I take of you your colour, - For it’s your own, and your glance - Where love is, - A proud thing I do here, - For, as to colour and eyes - I shall have missed nothing at all, - Having yours. - I ask of Midons Aelis (of Montfort) - Her straight speech free-running, - That my phantom lack not in cunning. - - At Chalais of the Viscountess, I would - That she give me outright - Her two hands and her throat, - So take I my road - To Rochechouart, - Swift-foot to my Lady Anhes, - Seeing that Tristan’s lady Iseutz had never - Such grace of locks, I do ye to wit, - Though she’d the far fame for it. - - Of Audiart at Malemort, - Though she with a full heart - Wish me ill, - I’d have her form that’s laced - So cunningly, - Without blemish, for her love - Breaks not nor turns aside. - I of Miels-de-ben demand - Her straight fresh body, - She is so supple and young, - Her robes can but do her wrong. - - Her white teeth, of the Lady Faidita - I ask, and the fine courtesy - She hath to welcome one, - And such replies she lavishes - Within her nest; - Of Bels Mirals, the rest, - Tall stature and gaiety, - To make these avail - She knoweth well, betide - No change nor turning aside. - - Ah, Bels Senher, Maent, at last - I ask naught from you, - Save that I have such hunger for - This phantom - As I’ve for you, such flame-lap, - And yet I’d rather - Ask of you than hold another, - Mayhap, right close and kissed. - Ah, lady, why have you cast - Me out, knowing you hold me so fast! - - - - -The Coming of War: Actaeon - - - An image of Lethe, - and the fields - Full of faint light - but golden, - Gray cliffs, - and beneath them - A sea - Harsher than granite, - unstill, never ceasing; - High forms - with the movement of gods, - Perilous aspect; - And one said: - “This is Actaeon.” - Actaeon of golden greaves! - - Over fair meadows, - Over the cool face of that field, - Unstill, ever moving, - Hosts of an ancient people, - The silent cortège. - - - - -After Ch’u Yuan - - - I will get me to the wood - Where the gods walk garlanded in wistaria, - 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. - - - - -Liu Ch’e - - - The rustling of the silk is discontinued, - Dust drifts over the court-yard, - There is no sound of foot-fall, 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. - - - - -Fan-piece, for her Imperial Lord - - - O fan of white silk, - clear as frost on the grass-blade, - You also are laid aside. - - - - -Ts’ai Chi’h - - - The petals fall in the fountain, - the orange-coloured rose-leaves, - Their ochre clings to the stone. - - - - -In a Station of the Metro - - - The apparition of these faces in the crowd; - Petals on a wet, black bough. - - - - -Alba - - - As cool as the pale wet leaves - of lily-of-the-valley - She lay beside me in the dawn. - - - - -Heather - - - The black panther treads at my side, - And above my fingers - There float the petal-like flames. - - The milk-white girls - Unbend from the holly-trees, - And their snow-white leopard - Watches to follow our trace. - - - - -The Faun - - - Ha! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozling about - among my flowers. - And what, pray, do you know about horticulture, - you capriped? - - “Come, Auster, come, Apeliota, - And see the faun in our garden. - But if you move or speak - This thing will run at you - And scare itself to spasms.” - - - - -Pervigilium - - The gilded phaloi of the crocuses - are thrusting at the spring air. - Here is there naught of dead gods - But a procession of festival, - A procession, O Giulio Romano, - Fit for your spirit to dwell in. - Dione, your nights are upon us. - - The dew is upon the leaf. - The night about us is restless. - - - - -The Encounter - - - All the while they were talking the new morality - Her eyes explored me. - And when I arose to go - Her fingers were like the tissue - Of a Japanese paper napkin. - - - - -Tempora - - - Io! Io! Tamuz! - The Dryad stands in my court-yard - With plaintive, querulous crying. - (Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!) - Oh, no, she is not crying: “Tamuz.” - She says, “May my poems be printed this week? - The god Pan is afraid to ask you, - May my poems be printed this week?” - - - - -Black Slippers: Bellotti - - - At the table beyond us - With her little suede slippers off, - With her white-stocking’d feet - Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin, - She converses: - _Connaissez-vous Ostende?_ - The gurgling Italian lady on the other side of the restaurant - Replies with a certain hauteur, - But I await with patience - To see how Celestine will re-enter her slippers. - She re-enters them with a groan. - - - - -Society - - - The family position was waning, - And on this account the little Aurelia, - Who had laughed on eighteen summers, - Now bears the palsied contact of Phidippus. - - - - -Image from D’Orleans - - - Young men riding in the street - In the bright new season - Spur without reason, - Causing their steeds to leap. - - And at the pace they keep - Their horses’ armoured feet - Strike sparks from the cobbled street - In the bright new season. - - - - -Papyrus - - - Spring ... - Too long ... - Gongula ... - - - - -“Ione, Dead the Long Year” - - - Empty are the ways, - Empty are the ways of this land - And the flowers - Bend over with heavy heads. - They bend in vain. - Empty are the ways of this land - Where Ione - Walked once, and now does not walk - - But seems like a person just gone. - - - - -Shop Girl - - - For a moment she rested against me - Like a swallow half blown to the wall, - And they talk of Swinburne’s women, - And the shepherdess meeting with Guido, - And the harlots of Baudelaire. - - - - -To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend - -AFTER VALERIUS CATULLUS - - - All Hail! young lady with a nose - by no means too small, - With a foot unbeautiful, - and with eyes that are not black, - With fingers that are not long, and with a mouth undry, - And with a tongue by no means too elegant, - You are the friend of Formianus, the vendor of cosmetics, - And they call you beautiful in the province, - And you are even compared to Lesbia. - - O most unfortunate age! - - - - -Tame Cat - - - “It rests me to be among beautiful women. - Why should one always lie about such matters? - - I repeat: - It rests me to converse with beautiful women - Even though we talk nothing but nonsense, - - The purring of the invisible antennæ - Is both stimulating and delightful.” - - - - -L’Art, 1910 - - - Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, - Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. - - - - -Simulacra - - - Why does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable age - Walk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly? - Why does the small child in the soiled-white imitation fur coat - Crawl in the very black gutter beneath the grape stand? - Why does the really handsome young woman approach me in Sackville Street - Undeterred by the manifest age of my trappings? - - - - -Women Before a Shop - - - The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them. - “Like to like nature”: these agglutinous yellows! - - - - -Epilogue - - - O chansons foregoing - You were a seven days’ wonder, - When you came out in the magazines - You created considerable stir in Chicago, - - And now you are stale and worn out, - You’re a very depleted fashion, - A hoop-skirt, a calash, - An homely, transient antiquity. - - Only emotion remains. - - Your emotions? - Are those of a maître-de-café. - - - - -The Social Order - - -I - - This government official, - Whose wife is several years his senior, - Has such a caressing air - When he shakes hands with young ladies. - - -II - -(Pompes Funèbres) - - This old lady, - Who was “so old that she was an atheist,” - Is now surrounded - By six candles and a crucifix, - While the second wife of a nephew - Makes hay with the things in her house. - Her two cats - Go before her into Avernus; - A sort of chloroformed suttee, - And it is to be hoped that their spirits will walk - With their tails up, - And with a plaintive, gentle mewing, - For it is certain that she has left on this earth - No sound - Save a squabble of female connections. - - - - -The Tea Shop - - - The girl in the tea shop - is not so beautiful as she was, - The August has worn against her. - She does not get up the stairs so eagerly, - Yes, she also will turn middle-aged, - And the glow of youth that she spread about us - as she brought us our muffins - Will be spread about us no longer. - She also will turn middle-aged. - - - - -Epitaphs - - -FU I - - Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill, - Alas, he died of alcohol. - - -LI PO - - And Li Po also died drunk. - He tried to embrace a moon - In the Yellow River. - - - - -Our Contemporaries - - - When the Taihaitian princess - Heard that he had decided, - She rushed out into the sunlight and swarmed up a cocoanut palm tree, - - But he returned to this island - And wrote ninety Petrarchan sonnets. - - NOTE.--Il s’agit d’un jeune poète qui a suivi le culte de Gauguin - jusqu’à Tahiti même (et qui vit encore). Étant fort bel homme, - quand la princesse bistre entendit qu’il voulait lui accorder ses - faveurs elle montra son allegresse de la façon dont nous venons de - parler. Malheureusement ses poèmes ne sont remplis que de ses - propres subjectivités, style Victorien de la “Georgian Anthology.” - - - - -Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic - - - So-shu dreamed, - And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly, - He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else, - - Hence his contentment. - - - - -The Three Poets - - - Candidia has taken a new lover - And three poets are gone into mourning. - The first has written a long elegy to “Chloris,” - To “Chloris chaste and cold,” his “only Chloris.” - The second has written a sonnet - upon the mutability of woman, - And the third writes an epigram to Candidia. - - - - -The Gipsy - - “_Est-ce que vous avez vu des autres--des camarades--avec des - singes ou des ours?_” - - A Stray Gipsy--A.D. 1912. - - - - - That was the top of the walk, when he said: - “Have you seen any others, any of our lot, - With apes or bears?” - --A brown upstanding fellow - Not like the half-castes, - up on the wet road near Clermont. - The wind came, and the rain, - And mist clotted about the trees in the valley, - And I’d the long ways behind me, - gray Arles and Biaucaire, - And he said, “Have you seen any of our lot?” - - I’d seen a lot of his lot ... - ever since Rhodez, - Coming down from the fair - of St. John, - With caravans, but never an ape or a bear. - - - - -The Game of Chess - -DOGMATIC STATEMENT CONCERNING THE GAME OF CHESS: THEME FOR A SERIES OF -PICTURES - - - Red knights, brown bishops, bright queens, - striking the board, falling in strong “L”s of colour, - Reaching and striking in angles, - holding lines in one colour. - This board is alive with light; - these pieces are living in form, - Their moves break and reform the pattern: - Luminous green from the rooks, - Clashing with “X”s of queens, - looped with the knight-leaps. - - “Y” pawns, cleaving, embanking! - Whirl! Centripetal! Mate! King down in the vortex, - Clash, leaping of bands, straight strips of hard colour, - Blocked lights working in. Escapes. Renewal of contest. - - - - -Provincia Deserta - - - At Rochecoart, - Where the hills part - in three ways, - And three valleys, full of winding roads, - Fork out to south and north, - There is a place of trees ... gray with lichen. - I have walked there - thinking of old days. - At Chalais - is a pleached arbour; - Old pensioners and old protected women - Have the right there-- - it is charity. - I have crept over old rafters, - peering down - Over the Dronne, - over a stream full of lilies. - Eastward the road lies, - Aubeterre is eastward, - With a garrulous old man at the inn. - - I know the roads in that place: - Mareuil to the north-east, - La Tour, - There are three keeps near Mareuil, - And an old woman, - glad to hear Arnaut, - Glad to lend one dry clothing. - - I have walked - into Perigord, - I have seen the torch-flames, high-leaping, - Painting the front of that church, - And, under the dark, whirling laughter. - I have looked back over the stream - and seen the high building, - Seen the long minarets, the white shafts. - I have gone in Ribeyrac - and in Sarlat, - I have climbed rickety stairs, heard talk of Croy, - Walked over En Bertran’s old layout, - Have seen Narbonne, and Cahors and Chalus, - Have seen Excideuil, carefully fashioned. - - I have said: - “Here such a one walked. - “Here Cœur-de-Lion was slain. - “Here was good singing. - “Here one man hastened his step. - “Here one lay panting.” - - I have looked south from Hautefort, - thinking of Montaignac, southward. - I have lain in Rocafixada, - level with sunset, - Have seen the copper come down - tinging the mountains, - I have seen the fields, pale, clear as an emerald, - Sharp peaks, high spurs, distant castles. - I have said: “The old roads have lain here. - “Men have gone by such and such valleys - “Where the great halls are closer together.” - I have seen Foix on its rock, seen Toulouse, and Arles greatly altered, - I have seen the ruined “Dorata.” - I have said: - “Riquier! Guido.” - I have thought of the second Troy, - Some little prized place in Auvergnat: - Two men tossing a coin, one keeping a castle, - One set on the highway to sing. - He sang a woman. - Auvergne rose to the song; - The Dauphin backed him. - “The castle to Austors!” - “Pieire kept the singing-- - “A fair man and a pleasant.” - He won the lady, - Stole her away for himself, kept her against armed force: - So ends that story. - That age is gone; - Pieire de Maensac is gone. - I have walked over these roads; - I have thought of them living. - - - - - -CATHAY - - FOR THE MOST PART FROM THE CHINESE OF RIHAKU, - FROM THE NOTES OF THE LATE ERNEST - FENOLLOSA, AND THE DECIPHERINGS - OF THE PROFESSORS MORI - AND ARIGA - - - - -Song of the Bowmen of Shu - - - Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots - And saying: When shall we get back to our country? - Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen, - We have no comfort because of these Mongols. - We grub the soft fern-shoots, - When anyone says “Return,” the others are full of sorrow. - Sorrowful minds, sorrow is strong, we are hungry and thirsty. - Our defence is not yet made sure, no one can let his friend return. - We grub the old fern-stalks. - We say: Will we be let to go back in October? - There is no ease in royal affairs, we have no comfort. - Our sorrow is bitter, but we would not return to our country. - What flower has come into blossom? - Whose chariot? The General’s. - Horses, his horses even, are tired. They were strong. - We have no rest, three battles a month. - By heaven, his horses are tired. - The generals are on them, the soldiers are by them - The horses are well trained, the generals have ivory arrows - and quivers ornamented with fish-skin. - The enemy is swift, we must be careful. - When we set out, the willows were drooping with spring, - We come back in the snow, - We go slowly, we are hungry and thirsty, - Our mind is full of sorrow, who will know of our grief? - - _By Bunno._ - _Very early._ - - - - -The Beautiful Toilet - - - Blue, blue is the grass about the river - And the willows have overfilled the close garden. - And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth, - White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door. - Slender, she puts forth a slender hand, - - And she was a courtezan in the old days, - And she has married a sot, - Who now goes drunkenly out - And leaves her too much alone. - - _By Mei Sheng._ - _B.C. 140._ - - - - -The River Song - - - This boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cut magnolia, - Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of gold - Fill full the sides in rows, and our wine - Is rich for a thousand cups. - We carry singing girls, drift with the drifting water, - Yet Sennin needs - A yellow stork for a charger, and all our seamen - Would follow the white gulls or ride them. - Kutsu’s prose song - Hangs with the sun and moon. - - King So’s terraced palace - is now but a barren hill, - But I draw pen on this barge - Causing the five peaks to tremble, - And I have joy in these words - like the joy of blue islands. - (If glory could last forever - Then the waters of Han would flow northward.) - And I have moped in the Emperor’s garden, awaiting an order-to-write! - I looked at the dragon-pond, with its willow-coloured water - Just reflecting the sky’s tinge, - And heard the five-score nightingales aimlessly singing. - - The eastern wind brings the green colour into the - island grasses at Yei-shu, - The purple house and the crimson are full of Spring softness. - South of the pond the willow-tips are half-blue and bluer, - Their cords tangle in mist, against the brocade-like palace. - Vine-strings a hundred feet long hang down from carved railings, - And high over the willows, the fine birds sing to each other, and listen, - Crying--“Kwan, Kuan,” for the early wind, and the feel of it. - The wind bundles itself into a bluish cloud and wanders off. - Over a thousand gates, over a thousand doors are - the sounds of spring singing, - And the Emperor is at Ko. - Five clouds hang aloft, bright on the purple sky, - The imperial guards come forth from the golden - house with their armour a-gleaming. - The Emperor in his jewelled car goes out to inspect his flowers, - He goes out to Hori, to look at the wing-flapping storks, - He returns by way of Sei rock, to hear the new nightingales, - For the gardens at Jo-run are full of new nightingales, - Their sound is mixed in this flute, - Their voice is in the twelve pipes here. - - _By Rihaku._ - _8th century A.D._ - - - - -The River-Merchant’s Wife: a Letter - - - While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead - I played about the front gate, pulling flowers - You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, - You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. - And we went on living in the village of Chokan: - Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. - - At fourteen I married My Lord you. - I never laughed, being bashful. - Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. - Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. - - At fifteen I stopped scowling, - I desired my dust to be mingled with yours - Forever and forever, and forever. - Why should I climb the look out? - - At sixteen you departed, - You went into far Ku-to-Yen, by the river of swirling eddies, - And you have been gone five months. - The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead. - You dragged your feet when you went out. - By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, - Too deep to clear them away! - The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. - The paired butterflies are already yellow with August - Over the grass in the West garden, - They hurt me. - I grow older, - If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, - Please let me know beforehand, - And I will come out to meet you, - As far as Cho-fu-Sa. - - _By Rihaku._ - - - - -The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance - - - The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew, - It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings, - And I let down the crystal curtain - And watch the moon through the clear autumn. - - _By Rihaku._ - - NOTE.--Jewel stairs, therefore a palace. Grievance, therefore there - is something to complain of. Gauze stockings, therefore a court - lady, not a servant who complains. Clear autumn, therefore he has - no excuse on account of weather. Also she has come early, for the - dew has not merely whitened the stairs, but has soaked her - stockings. The poem is especially prized because she utters no - direct reproach. - - - - -Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin - - - March has come to the bridge head, - Peach boughs and apricot boughs hang over a thousand gates, - At morning there are flowers to cut the heart, - And evening drives them on the eastward-flowing waters. - Petals are on the gone waters and on the going, - And on the back-swirling eddies, - But to-day’s men are not the men of the old days, - Though they hang in the same way over the bridge-rail. - - The sea’s colour moves at the dawn - And the princes still stand in rows, about the throne, - And the moon falls over the portals of Sei-go-yo, - And clings to the walls and the gate-top. - With head gear glittering against the cloud and sun, - The lords go forth from the court, and into far borders. - They ride upon dragon-like horses, - Upon horses with head-trappings of yellow metal, - And the streets make way for their passage. - Haughty their passing, - Haughty their steps as they go into great banquets, - To high halls and curious food, - To the perfumed air and girls dancing, - To clear flutes and clear singing; - To the dance of the seventy couples; - To the mad chase through the gardens. - Night and day are given over to pleasure - And they think it will last a thousand autumns, - Unwearying autumns. - For them the yellow dogs howl portents in vain, - And what are they compared to the lady - Riokushu, - That was cause of hate! - Who among them is a man like Han-rei - Who departed alone with his mistress, - With her hair unbound, and he his own skiffsman! - - _By Rihaku._ - - - - -Lament of the Frontier Guard - - - By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand, - Lonely from the beginning of time until now! - Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn. - I climb the towers and towers - to watch out the barbarous land: - Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert. - There is no wall left to this village. - Bones white with a thousand frosts, - High heaps, covered with trees and grass; - Who brought this to pass? - Who has brought the flaming imperial anger? - Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums? - Barbarous kings. - A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn, - A turmoil of wars-men, spread over the middle kingdom, - Three hundred and sixty thousand, - And sorrow, sorrow like rain. - Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow returning, - Desolate, desolate fields, - And no children of warfare upon them, - No longer the men for offence and defence. - Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the - North Gate, - With Rihoku’s name forgotten, - And we guardsmen fed to the tigers. - - _By Rihaku._ - - - - -Exile’s Letter - - - To So-Kin of Rakuyo, ancient friend, Chancellor of Gen. - Now I remember that you built me a special tavern - By the south side of the bridge at Ten-Shin. - With yellow gold and white jewels, we paid for songs and laughter - And we were drunk for month on month, forgetting the kings and princes. - Intelligent men came drifting in from the sea and from the west border, - And with them, and with you especially - There was nothing at cross purpose, - And they made nothing of sea-crossing or of mountain crossing, - If only they could be of that fellowship, - And we all spoke out our hearts and minds, and without regret. - - And then I was sent off to South Wei, - smothered in laurel groves, - And you to the north of Raku-hoku, - Till we had nothing but thoughts and memories in common. - And then, when separation had come to its worst, - We met, and travelled into Sen-Go, - Through all the thirty-six folds of the turning and twisting waters, - Into a valley of the thousand bright flowers, - That was the first valley; - And into ten thousand valleys full of voices and pine-winds. - And with silver harness and reins of gold, - Out come the East of Kan foreman and his company. - And there came also the “True man” of Shi-yo to meet me, - Playing on a jewelled mouth-organ. - In the storied houses of San-Ko they gave us more Sennin music, - Many instruments, like the sound of young phoenix broods. - The foreman of Kan Chu, drunk, danced - because his long sleeves wouldn’t - keep still - With that music playing. - And I, wrapped in brocade, went to sleep with my head on his lap, - And my spirit so high it was all over the heavens, - And before the end of the day we were scattered like stars, or rain. - I had to be off to So, far away over the waters, - You back to your river-bridge. - - And your father, who was brave as a leopard, - Was governor in Hei Shu, and put down the barbarian rabble. - And one May he had you send for me, - despite the long distance. - And what with broken wheels and so on, I won’t say it wasn’t hard going, - Over roads twisted like sheep’s guts. - And I was still going, late in the year, - in the cutting wind from the North, - And thinking how little you cared for the cost, - and you caring enough to pay it. - And what a reception: - Red jade cups, food well set on a blue jewelled table, - And I was drunk, and had no thought of returning. - And you would walk out with me to the western corner of the castle, - To the dynastic temple, with water about it clear as blue jade, - With boats floating, and the sound of mouth-organs and drums, - With ripples like dragon-scales, going grass green on the water, - Pleasure lasting, with courtezans, going and coming without hindrance, - With the willow flakes falling like snow, - And the vermilioned girls getting drunk about sunset, - And the water a hundred feet deep reflecting green eyebrows - --Eyebrows painted green are a fine sight in young moonlight, - Gracefully painted-- - And the girls singing back at each other, - Dancing in transparent brocade, - And the wind lifting the song, and interrupting it, - Tossing it up under the clouds. - And all this comes to an end. - And is not again to be met with. - I went up to the court for examination, - Tried Layu’s luck, offered the Choyo song, - And got no promotion, - and went back to the East Mountains - white-headed. - And once again, later, we met at the South bridge-head. - And then the crowd broke up, you went north to - San palace, - And if you ask how I regret that parting: - It is like the flowers falling at Spring’s end - Confused, whirled in a tangle. - What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking, - There is no end of things in the heart. - I call in the boy, - Have him sit on his knees here - To seal this, - And send it a thousand miles, thinking. - - _By Rihaku._ - - - - -_From Rihaku_ - -FOUR POEMS OF DEPARTURE - - _Light rain is on the light dust - The willows of the inn-yard - Will be going greener and greener, - But you, Sir, had better take wine ere your departure, - For you will have no friends about you - When you come to the gates of Go._ - - - - -Separation on the River Kiang - - - Ko-jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro, - The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river. - His lone sail blots the far sky. - And now I see only the river, - The long Kiang, reaching heaven. - - - - -Taking Leave of a Friend - - - Blue mountains to the north of the walls, - White river winding about them; - Here we must make separation - And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass. - Mind like a floating wide cloud. - Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances - Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. - Our horses neigh to each other - as we are departing. - - - - -Leave-taking near Shoku - - RIGHT - “_Sanso, King of Shoku, built roads._” - - - They say the roads of Sanso are steep, - Sheer as the mountains. - The walls rise in a man’s face, - Clouds grow out of the hill - at his horse’s bridle. - Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin, - Their trunks burst through the paving, - And freshets are bursting their ice - in the midst of Shoku, a proud city. - - Men’s fates are already set, - There is no need of asking diviners. - - - - -The City of Choan - - - The phœnix are at play on their terrace. - The phœnix are gone, the river flows on alone. - Flowers and grass - Cover over the dark path - where lay the dynastic house of the Go. - The bright cloths and bright caps of Shin - Are now the base of old hills. - - The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven, - The isle of White Heron - splits the two streams apart. - Now the high clouds cover the sun - And I can not see Choan afar - And I am sad. - - - - -South-Folk in Cold Country - - - The Dai horse neighs against the bleak wind of Etsu, - The birds of Etsu have no love for En, in the north, - Emotion is born out of habit. - Yesterday we went out of the Wild-Goose gate, - To-day from the Dragon-Pen.[B] - Surprised. Desert turmoil. Sea sun. - Flying snow bewilders the barbarian heaven. - Lice swarm like ants over our accoutrements. - Mind and spirit drive on the feathery banners. - Hard fight gets no reward. - Loyalty is hard to explain. - Who will be sorry for General Rishogu, - the swift moving, - Whose white head is lost for this province? - - [B] _I.e._, we have been warring from one end of the empire to the - other, now east, now west, on each border. - - - - -Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku - - - The red and green kingfishers - flash between the orchids and clover, - One bird casts its gleam on another. - - Green vines hang through the high forest, - They weave a whole roof to the mountain, - The lone man sits with shut speech, - He purrs and pats the clear strings. - - He throws his heart up through the sky, - He bites through the flower pistil - and brings up a fine fountain. - The red-pine-tree god looks on him and wonders. - He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin, - He takes “Floating Hill”[C] by the sleeve, - He claps his hand on the back of the great water sennin. - - But you, you dam’d crowd of gnats, - Can you even tell the age of a turtle? - - [C] Name of a sennin. - - - - -A Ballad of the Mulberry Road - - RIGHT - (_Fenollosa MSS., very early._) - - - The sun rises in south east corner of things - To look on the tall house of the Shin - For they have a daughter named Rafu, - (pretty girl) - She made the name for herself: “Gauze Veil,” - For she feeds mulberries to silkworms, - She gets them by the south wall of the - town. - - With green strings she makes the warp of her basket, - She makes the shoulder-straps of her basket - from the boughs of Katsura, - And she piles her hair up on the left side of her head-piece. - - Her earrings are made of pearl, - Her underskirt is of green pattern-silk, - Her overskirt is the same silk dyed in purple, - And when men going by look on Rafu - They set down their burdens, - They stand and twirl their moustaches. - - - - -Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu - - -I. - - The narrow streets cut into the wide highway at Choan, - Dark oxen, white horses, - drag on the seven coaches with outriders. - The coaches are perfumed wood, - The jewelled chair is held up at the crossway, - Before the royal lodge - a glitter of golden saddles, awaiting the princess, - They eddy before the gate of the barons. - The canopy embroidered with dragons - drinks in and casts back the sun. - - Evening comes. - The trappings are bordered with mist. - The hundred cords of mist are spread through - and double the trees, - Night birds, and night women, - spread out their sounds through the gardens. - - -II. - - Birds with flowery wing, hovering butterflies - crowd over the thousand gates, - Trees that glitter like jade, - terraces tinged with silver, - The seed of a myriad hues, - A net-work of arbours and passages and covered ways, - Double towers, winged roofs, - border the net-work of ways: - A place of felicitous meeting. - Riu’s house stands out on the sky, - with glitter of colour - As Butei of Kan had made the high golden lotus - to gather his dews, - Before it another house which I do not know: - How shall we know all the friends - whom we meet on strange roadways? - - - - -To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud” - - “Wet springtime,” says To-em-mei, - “Wet spring in the garden.” - - -I. - - The clouds have gathered, and gathered, - and the rain falls and falls, - The eight ply of the heavens - are all folded into one darkness, - And the wide, flat road stretches out. - I stop in my room toward the East, quiet, quiet, - I pat my new cask of wine. - My friends are estranged, or far distant, - I bow my head and stand still. - - -II. - - Rain, rain, and the clouds have gathered, - The eight ply of the heavens are darkness, - The flat land is turned into river. - “Wine, wine, here is wine!” - I drink by my eastern window. - I think of talking and man, - And no boat, no carriage, approaches. - - -III. - - The trees in my east-looking garden - are bursting out with new twigs, - They try to stir new affection, - - And men say the sun and moon keep on moving - because they can’t find a soft seat. - - The birds flutter to rest in my tree, - and I think I have heard them saying, - “It is not that there are no other men - But we like this fellow the best, - But however we long to speak - He can not know of our sorrow.” - - _T’ao Yuan Ming._ - _A.D. 365-427._ - - -END OF CATHAY - - - - -Near Perigord - - RIGHT - _A Perigord, pres del muralh_ - _Tan que i puosch ’om gitar ab malh._ - - - You’d have men’s hearts up from the dust - And tell their secrets, Messire Cino, - Right enough? Then read between the lines - of Uc St. Cire, - Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale. - - Bertrans, En Bertrans, left a fine canzone: - “Maent, I love you, you have turned me out. - The voice at Montfort, Lady Agnes’ hair, - Bel Miral’s stature, the vicountess’ throat, - Set all together, are not worthy of you ...” - And all the while you sing out that canzone, - Think you that Maent lived at Montaignac, - One at Chalais, another at Malemort - Hard over Brive--for every lady a castle, - Each place strong. - - Oh, _is_ it easy enough? - Tairiran held hall in Montaignac, - His brother-in-law was all there was of power - In Perigord, and this good union - Gobbled all the land, and held it later - for some hundreds years. - And our En Bertrans was in Altafort, - Hub of the wheel, the stirrer-up of strife, - As caught by Dante in the last wallow of hell-- - The headless trunk “that made its head a lamp.” - For separation wrought out separation, - And he who set the strife between brother and brother - And had his way with the old English king, - Viced in such torture for the “counterpass.” - - How would you live, with neighbours set about you-- - Poictiers and Brive, untaken Rochechouart, - Spread like the finger-tips of one frail hand; - And you on that great mountain of a palm-- - Not a neat ledge, not Foix between its streams, - But one huge back half-covered up with pine, - Worked for and snatched from the string-purse of Born-- - The four round towers, four brothers--mostly fools: - What could he do but play the desperate chess, - And stir old grudges? - “Pawn your castles, lords! - Let the Jews pay.” - And the great scene-- - (That, maybe, never happened!) - Beaten at last, - Before the hard old king: - “Your son, ah, since he died - My wit and worth are cobwebs brushed aside - In the full flare of grief. Do what you will.” - - Take the whole man, and ravel out the story. - He loved this lady in castle Montaignac? - The castle flanked him--he had need of it. - You read to-day, how long the overlords of Perigord, - The Talleyrands, have held the place, it was no transient fiction. - And Maent failed him? Or saw through the scheme? - - And all his net-like thought of new alliance? - Chalais is high, a-level with the poplars. - Its lowest stones just meet the valley tips - Where the low Dronne is filled with water-lilies. - And Rochechouart can match it, stronger yet, - The very spur’s end, built on sheerest cliff, - And Malemort keeps its close hold on Brive, - While Born his own close purse, his rabbit warren, - His subterranean chamber with a dozen doors, - A-bristle with antennae to feel roads, - To sniff the traffic into Perigord. - And that hard phalanx, that unbroken line, - The ten good miles from thence to Maent’s castle, - All of his flank--how could he do without her? - And all the road to Cahors, to Toulouse? - What would he do without her? - - “Papiol, - Go forthright singing--Anhes, Cembelins. - There is a throat; ah, there are two white hands; - There is a trellis full of early roses, - And all my heart is bound about with love. - Where am I come with compound flatteries-- - What doors are open to fine compliment?” - And every one half jealous of Maent? - He wrote the catch to pit their jealousies - Against her, give her pride in them? - - Take his own speech, make what you will of it-- - And still the knot, the first knot, of Maent? - - Is it a love poem? Did he sing of war? - Is it an intrigue to run subtly out, - Born of a jongleur’s tongue, freely to pass - Up and about and in and out the land, - Mark him a craftsman and a strategist? - (St. Leider had done as much at Polhonac, - Singing a different stave, as closely hidden.) - Oh, there is precedent, legal tradition, - To sing one thing when your song means another, - “_Et albirar ab lor bordon_--” - Foix’ count knew that. What is Sir Bertrans’ singing? - - Maent, Maent, and yet again Maent, - Or war and broken heaumes and politics? - - -II - - End fact. Try fiction, Let us say we see - En Bertrans, a tower-room at Hautefort, - Sunset, the ribbon-like road lies, in red cross-light, - South toward Montaignac, and he bends at a table - Scribbling, swearing between his teeth, by his left hand - Lie little strips of parchment covered over, - Scratched and erased with _al_ and _ochaisos_. - Testing his list of rhymes, a lean man? Bilious? - With a red straggling beard? - And the green cat’s-eye lifts toward Montaignac. - - Or take his “magnet” singer setting out, - Dodging his way past Aubeterre, singing at Chalais - - In the vaulted hall, - Or, by a lichened tree at Rochechouart - Aimlessly watching a hawk above the valleys, - Waiting his turn in the mid-summer evening, - Thinking of Aelis, whom he loved heart and soul ... - To find her half alone, Montfort away, - And a brown, placid, hated woman visiting her, - Spoiling his visit, with a year before the next one. - Little enough? - Or carry him forward. “Go through all the courts, - My Magnet,” Bertrand had said. - - We came to Ventadour - In the mid love court, he sings out the canzon, - No one hears save Arrimon Luc D’Esparo-- - No one hears aught save the gracious sound of compliments. - Sir Arrimon counts on his fingers, Montfort, - Rochechouart, Chalais, the rest, the tactic, - Malemort, guesses beneath, sends word to Cœur de Lion: - - The compact, de Born smoked out, trees felled - About his castle, cattle driven out! - Or no one sees it, and En Bertrans prospered? - - And ten years after, or twenty, as you will, - Arnaut and Richard lodge beneath Chalus: - The dull round towers encroaching on the field, - The tents tight drawn, horses at tether - Further and out of reach, the purple night, - The crackling of small fires, the bannerets, - The lazy leopards on the largest banner, - Stray gleams on hanging mail, an armourer’s torch-flare - Melting on steel. - - And in the quietest space - They probe old scandals, say de Born is dead; - And we’ve the gossip (skipped six hundred years). - Richard shall die to-morrow--leave him there - Talking of _trobar clus_ with Daniel. - And the “best craftsman” sings out his friend’s song, - Envies its vigour ... and deplores the technique, - Dispraises his own skill?--That’s as you will. - And they discuss the dead man, - Plantagenet puts the riddle: “Did he love her?” - And Arnaut parries: “Did he love your sister? - True, he has praised her, but in some opinion - He wrote that praise only to show he had - The favour of your party, had been well received.” - - “You knew the man.” - “_You_ knew the man.” - “I am an artist, you have tried both métiers.” - “You were born near him.” - “Do we know our friends?” - “Say that he saw the castles, say that he loved Maent!” - “Say that he loved her, does it solve the riddle?” - End the discussion, Richard goes out next day - And gets a quarrel-bolt shot through his vizard, - Pardons the bowman, dies, - - Ends our discussion. Arnaut ends - “In sacred odour”--(that’s apocryphal!) - And we can leave the talk till Dante writes: - _Surely I saw, and still before my eyes_ - _Goes on that headless trunk, that bears for light_ - _Its own head swinging, gripped by the dead hair,_ - _And like a swinging lamp that says, “Ah me!_ - _I severed men, my head and heart_ - _Ye see here severed, my life’s counterpart.”_ - - Or take En Bertrans? - - -III - - RIGHT - _Ed eran due in uno, ed uno in due._ - Inferno, XXVIII, 125. - - “Bewildering spring, and by the Auvezere - Poppies and day’s-eyes in the green émail - Rose over us; and we knew all that stream, - And our two horses had traced out the valleys; - Knew the low flooded lands squared out with poplars, - In the young days when the deep sky befriended. - And great wings beat above us in the twilight, - And the great wheels in heaven - Bore us together ... surging ... and apart ... - Believing we should meet with lips and hands. - - High, high and sure ... and then the counter-thrust: - ‘Why do you love me? Will you always love me? - But I am like the grass, I can not love you.’ - Or, ‘Love, and I love and love you, - And hate your mind, not _you_, your soul, your hands.’ - - So to this last estrangement, Tairiran! - - There shut up in his castle, Tairiran’s, - She who had nor ears nor tongue save in her hands, - Gone--ah, gone--untouched, unreachable! - She who could never live save through one person, - She who could never speak save to one person, - And all the rest of her a shifting change, - A broken bundle of mirrors ...!” - - - - -Villanelle: the Psychological Hour - - - I had over-prepared the event, - that much was ominous. - With middle-ageing care - I had laid out just the right books. - I had almost turned down the pages. - - _Beauty is so rare a thing._ - _So few drink of my fountain._ - - So much barren regret, - So many hours wasted! - And now I watch, from the window, - the rain, the wandering busses. - - “Their little cosmos is shaken”-- - the air is alive with that fact. - In their parts of the city - they are played on by diverse forces. - How do I know? - Oh, I know well enough. - For them there is something afoot. - - As for me: - I had over-prepared the event-- - - _Beauty is so rare a thing._ - _So few drink of my fountain._ - - Two friends: a breath of the forest ... - Friends? Are people less friends - because one has lust, at least, found them? - Twice they promised to come. - “_Between the night and morning?_” - - _Beauty would drink of my mind._ - Youth would awhile forget - my youth is gone from me. - - -II - - (“Speak up! You have danced so stiffly? - Someone admired your works, - And said so frankly. - - “Did you talk like a fool, - The first night? - The second evening?” - - “_But_ they promised again: - ‘To-morrow at tea-time.’”) - - -III - - Now the third day is here-- - no word from either; - No word from her nor him, - Only another man’s note: - “Dear Pound, I am leaving England.” - - - - -Dans un Omnibus de Londres - - - Les yeux d’une morte aimée - M’ont salué, - Enchassés dans un visage stupide - Dont tous les autres traits étaient banals, - Ils m’ont salué - - Et alors je vis bien des choses - Au dedans de ma mémoire - Remuer, - S’éveiller. - - Je vis des canards sur le bord d’un lac minuscule, - Auprès d’un petit enfant gai, bossu. - - Je vis les colonnes anciennes en “toc” - Du Parc Monceau, - Et deux petites filles graciles, - Des patriciennes, - aux toisons couleur de lin, - Et des pigeonnes - Grasses - comme des poulardes. - - Je vis le parc, - Et tous les gazons divers - Où nous avions loué des chaises - Pour quatre sous. - - Je vis les cygnes noirs, - Japonais, - Leurs ailes - Teintées de couleur sang-de-dragon, - - Et toutes les fleurs - D’Armenonville. - - Les yeux d’une morte - M’ont salué. - - - - -To a Friend Writing on Cabaret Dancers - - RIGHT - “_Breathe not the word to-morrow in her ears._” - Vir Quidem, on Dancers. - - - Good “Hedgethorn,” for we’ll anglicize your name - Until the last slut’s hanged and the last pig disemboweled, - Seeing your wife is charming and your child - Sings in the open meadow--at least the kodak says so-- - My good fellow, you, on a cabaret silence - And the dancers, you write a sonnet, - Say “Forget To-morrow,” being of all men - The most prudent, orderly, and decorous! - - “Pepita” has no to-morrow, so you write. - - Pepita has such to-morrows: with the hands puffed out, - The pug-dog’s features encrusted with tallow - Sunk in a frowsy collar--an unbrushed black. - She will not bathe too often, but her jewels - Will be a stuffy, opulent sort of fungus - Spread on both hands and on the up-pushed bosom-- - It juts like a shelf between the jowl and corset. - - Have you, or I seen most of cabarets, good Hedgethorn? - - Here’s Pepita, tall and slim as an Egyptian mummy, - Marsh-cranberries, the ribbed and angular pods - Flare up with scarlet orange on stiff stalks - And so Pepita - flares on the crowded stage before our tables - Or slithers about between the dishonest waiters-- - - “_Carmen est maigre, un trait de bistre_ - _Cerne son œil de gitana_” - - And “rend la flamme” - you know the deathless verses. - I search the features, the avaricious features - Pulled by the kohl and rouge out of resemblance-- - Six pence the object for a change of passion. - - “Write me a poem.” - Come now, my dear Pepita, - “-ita, bonita, chiquita,” - that’s what you mean you advertising spade, - Or take the intaglio, my fat great-uncle’s heirloom: - Cupid, astride a phallus with two wings, - Swinging a cat-o’-nine-tails. - No. Pepita, - I have seen through the crust. - I don’t know what you look like - But your smile pulls one way - and your painted grin another, - While that cropped fool, - that tom-boy who can’t earn her living. - Come, come to-morrow, - To-morrow in ten years at the latest, - She will be drunk in the ditch, but you, Pepita, - Will be quite rich, quite plump, with pug-bitch features, - With a black tint staining your cuticle, - Prudent and svelte Pepita. - “Poète, writ me a poème!” - Spanish and Paris, love of the arts part of your - geisha-culture! - - Euhenia, in short skirts, slaps her wide stomach, - Pulls up a roll of fat for the pianist, - “Pauvre femme maigre!” she says. - He sucks his chop bone, - That some one else has paid for, - grins up an amiable grin, - Explains the decorations. - Good Hedgethorn, they all have futures, - All these people. - Old Popkoff - Will dine next week with Mrs. Basil, - Will meet a duchess and an ex-diplomat’s widow - From Weehawken--who has never known - Any but “Majesties” and Italian nobles. - - Euhenia will have a _fonda_ in Orbajosa. - The amorous nerves will give way to digestive; - “Delight thy soul in fatness,” saith the preacher. - We can’t preserve the elusive “_mica salis_,” - It may last well in these dark northern climates, - Nell Gwynn’s still here, despite the reformation, - And Edward’s mistresses still light the stage, - A glamour of classic youth in their deportment. - The prudent whore is not without her future, - Her bourgeois dulness is deferred. - Her present dulness.... - - Oh well, her present dulness.... - - Now in Venice, ‘Storante al Giardino, I went early, - Saw the performers come: him, her, the baby, - A quiet and respectable-tawdry trio; - An hour later: a show of calves and spangles, - - “_Un e due fanno tre_,” - Night after night, - No change, no change of program, “_Chè!_ - _La donna è mobile._” - - - - -Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus - -(_Ex libris Graecae_) - - -I - - Theodorus will be pleased at my death, - And someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodorus, - And yet everyone speaks evil of death. - -II - - This place is the Cyprian’s, for she has ever the fancy - To be looking out across the bright sea, - Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves - Keep small with reverence, beholding her image. - - _Anyte._ - - -III - - A sad and great evil is the expectation of death-- - And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral; - Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead - For after death there comes no other calamity. - - _Palladas._ - - -IV - -_Troy_ - - Whither, O city, are your profits and your gilded shrines, - And your barbecues of great oxen, - And the tall women walking your streets, in gilt clothes, - With their perfumes in little alabaster boxes? - Where is the work of your home-born sculptors? - - Time’s tooth is into the lot, and war’s and fate’s too. - Envy has taken your all, - Save your douth and your story. - - _Agathas Scholasticus._ - - -V - - Woman? Oh, woman is a consummate rage, - but dead, or asleep, she pleases. - Take her. She has two excellent seasons. - - _Palladas._ - - -VI - -_Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor_ - - Phidon neither purged me, nor touched me, - But I remembered the name of his fever medicine - and died. - - - - -Fish and the Shadow - - - The salmon-trout drifts in the stream, - The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream - Like a little wafer of light. - - The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea.... - - As light as the shadow of the fish - that falls through the water, - She came into the large room by the stair, - Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her. - - “I am just from bed. The sleep is still in my eyes. - “Come. I have had a long dream.” - - And I: “That wood? - And two springs have passed us.” - - “Not so far, no, not so far now, - There is a place--but no one else knows it-- - A field in a valley.... - _Qu’ieu sui avinen,_ - _Ieu lo sai._” - - She must speak of the time - Of Arnaut de Mareuil, I thought, “_qu’ieu sui avinen_.” - - Light as the shadow of the fish - That falls through the pale green water. - - -LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED. - - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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Lewis.</i></span></span><br /> -</div></div> - -<p class="c"><small> -LONDON<br /> -ELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREET<br /> -M CM XVI</small><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a>{4}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry1"><div class="poem"> -<span class="smcap">Certain</span> of these poems have appeared in <i>Poetry</i>, <i>Blast</i>, <i>Poetry<br /> -and Drama</i>, <i>Smart Set</i>, and <i>Others</i>, to the editors of which<br /> -magazines the author wishes to make due acknowledgment. - -<p class="r"> -E. P.</p> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a>{5}</span></p> - -<p class="c"> -V. L.<br /> -<br /> -<i>Cui dono lepidum novum libellum.</i><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a>{6}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a>{7}</span> </p> - -<h2><a name="Contents" id="Contents"></a>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td> </td><td class="rt"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Tenzone">Tenzone</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_009">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_condolence">The Condolence</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_010">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_garret">The Garret</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_011">11</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_garden">The Garden</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_012">12</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ortus">Ortus</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_013">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Salutation">Salutation</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_014">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_spring">The Spring</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_015">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Albatre">Albâtre</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Causa">Causa</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#A_pact">A Pact</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_017">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Surgit_fama">Surgit Fama</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_018">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Preference">Preference</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_019">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Dance_figure">Dance Figure</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_020">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#April">April</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_022">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Gentildonna">Gentildonna</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_022">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_rest">The Rest</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_023">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Les_millwin">Les Millwin</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_024">24</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Further_instructions">Further Instructions</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_025">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#A_song_of_the_degrees">A Song of the Degrees</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_026">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ite">Ite</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Dum_capitolium_scandet">Dum Capitolium Scandet</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Greek">καλὀν</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_study_in_aesthetics">The Study in Aesthetics</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_028">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_bellaires">The Bellaires</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_029">29</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Salvationists">Salvationists</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_032">32</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Arides">Arides</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_033">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_bath_tub">The Bath Tub</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_033">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Amities">Amitiés</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_034">34</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#To_dives">To Dives</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_035">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ladies">Ladies</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_036">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Coda">Coda</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_037">37</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ancora">Ancora</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_038">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#A_translation">“Dompna pois de me no’us cal”</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_039">39</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_coming_of_war_actaeon">The Coming of War: Actaeon</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_042">42</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#After_chu_yuan">After Ch’u Yuan</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_043">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Liu_che">Liu Ch’e</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_043">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Fan-piece_for_her_imperial_lord">Fan-piece, for her Imperial Lord</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_044">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Tsai_chih">Ts’ai Chi’h</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_044">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#In_a_station_of_the_metro">In a Station of the Metro</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_045">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Alba">Alba</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_045">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Heather">Heather</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_045">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_faun">The Faun</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_046">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Pervigilium">Pervigilium</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_046">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_encounter">The Encounter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_047">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Tempora">Tempora</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_047">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Black_slippers_bellotti">Black Slippers: Bellotti</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_048">48</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Society">Society</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_048">48</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Image_from_dorleans">Image from D’Orleans</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_049">49</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Papyrus">Papyrus</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_049">49</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ione_dead_the_long_year">“Ione, Dead the Long Year”</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_050">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Shop_girl">Shop Girl</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_050">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#To_formianus_young_lady_friend">To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_051">51</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Tame_cat">Tame Cat</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_052">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Lart_1910">L’Art, 1910</a></td><td class="rt"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a>{8}</span><a href="#page_052">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Simulacra">Simulacra</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_053">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Women_before_a_shop">Women before a Shop</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_053">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Epilogue">Epilogue</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_054">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_social_order">The Social Order</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_055">55</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_tea_shop">The Tea Shop</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_056">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Epitaphs">Epitaphs</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_057">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Our_contemporaries">Our Contemporaries</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_057">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ancient_wisdom_rather_cosmic">Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_058">58</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_three_poets">The Three Poets</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_058">58</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_gipsy">The Gipsy</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_059">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_game_of_chess">The Game of Chess</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_060">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Provincia_deserta">Provincia Deserta</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_061">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td><span class="smcap">Cathay</span></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Song_of_the_bowmen_of_shu">Song of the Bowmen of Shu</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_067">67</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_beautiful_toilet">The Beautiful Toilet</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_069">69</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_river_song">The River Song</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_070">70</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_river-merchants_wife_a_letter">The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_073">73</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_jewel_stairs_grievance">The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_075">75</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Poem_by_the_bridge_at_ten-shin">Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_076">76</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Lament_of_the_frontier_guard">Lament of the Frontier Guard</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_078">78</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Exiles_letter">Exile’s Letter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_080">80</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Four Poems of Departure</td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#Separation_on_the_river_kiang">Separation on the River Kiang</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_085">85</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#Taking_leave_of_a_friend">Taking Leave of a Friend</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_085">85</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#Leave-taking_near_shoku">Leave-taking near Shoku</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_086">86</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#The_city_of_choan">The City of Choan</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_087">87</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#South-folk_in_cold_country">South Folk in Cold Country</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_088">88</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Sennin_poem_by_kakuhaku">Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_089">89</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#A_ballad_of_the_mulberry_road">A Ballad of the Mulberry Road</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_090">90</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Old_idea_of_choan_by_rosoriu">Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_091">91</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#To-em-meis_the_unmoving_cloud">To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud”</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_093">93</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Near_perigord">Near Perigord</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_095">95</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Villanelle_the_psychological_hour">Villanelle: The Psychological Hour</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_104">104</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Dans_un_omnibus_de_londres">Dans un Omnibus de Londres</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_107">107</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#To_a_friend_writing_on_cabaret_dancers">To a Friend Writing on Cabaret Dancers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_109">109</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Homage_to_quintus_septimius_florentis_christianus">Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_113">113</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Fish_and_the_shadow">Fish and the Shadow</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_115">115</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a>{9}</span></p> - -<h1>LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND</h1> - -<h2><a name="Tenzone" id="Tenzone"></a>Tenzone</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Will</span> people accept them?<br /></span> -<span class="i8">(i.e. these songs).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a timorous wench from a centaur<br /></span> -<span class="i8">(or a centurion),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already they flee, howling in terror.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Will they be touched with the verisimilitudes?<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Their virgin stupidity is untemptable.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I beg you, my friendly critics,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not set about to procure me an audience.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I mate with my free kind upon the crags;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">the hidden recesses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have heard the echo of my heels,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">in the cool light,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">in the darkness.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a>{10}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_condolence" id="The_condolence"></a>The Condolence</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>A mis soledades voy,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>De mis soledades vengo,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Porque por andar conmigo</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Mi bastan mis pensamientos.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8">Lope de Vega.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">my</span> fellow sufferers, songs of my youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lot of asses praise you because you are “virile,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We, you, I! We are “Red Bloods”!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imagine it, my fellow sufferers—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our maleness lifts us out of the ruck,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Who’d have foreseen it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O my fellow sufferers, we went out under the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were in especial bored with male stupidity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We went forth gathering delicate thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our “<i>fantastikon</i>” delighted to serve us.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were not exasperated with women,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">for the female is ductile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now you hear what is said to us:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are compared to that sort of person<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wanders about announcing his sex<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if he had just discovered it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us leave this matter, my songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">and return to that which concerns us.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a>{11}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_garret" id="The_garret"></a>The Garret</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span> let us pity those who are better off than we are.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, my friend, and remember<br /></span> -<span class="i6">that the rich have butlers and no friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we have friends and no butlers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come let us pity the married and the unmarried.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dawn enters with little feet<br /></span> -<span class="i6">like a gilded Pavlova,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am near my desire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor has life in it aught better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than this hour of clear coolness,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">the hour of waking together.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a>{12}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_garden" id="The_garden"></a>The Garden</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>En robe de parade.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6">Samain.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Like</span> a skein of loose silk blown against a wall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she is dying piece-meal<br /></span> -<span class="i8">of a sort of emotional anæmia.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And round about there is a rabble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shall inherit the earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In her is the end of breeding.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She would like someone to speak to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is almost afraid that I<br /></span> -<span class="i8">will commit that indiscretion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a>{13}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ortus" id="Ortus"></a>Ortus</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">How</span> have I laboured?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How have I not laboured<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bring her soul to birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give these elements a name and a centre!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She has no name, and no place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give her a name and her being!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Surely you are bound and entwined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are mingled with the elements unborn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have loved a stream and a shadow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I beseech you enter your life.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I beseech you learn to say “I”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I question you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you are no part, but a whole;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No portion, but a being.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a>{14}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Salutation" id="Salutation"></a>Salutation</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O generation</span> of the thoroughly smug<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and thoroughly uncomfortable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen them with untidy families,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen their smiles full of teeth<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and heard ungainly laughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I am happier than you are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they were happier than I am;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fish swim in the lake<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and do not even own clothing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a>{15}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_spring" id="The_spring"></a>The Spring</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cydonian</span> spring with her attendant train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Maelids and water-girls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throughout this sylvan place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spreads the bright tips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every vine-stock is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clad in new brilliancies.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">And wild desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falls like black lightning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O bewildered heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though every branch have back what last year lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She, who moved here amid the cyclamen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a>{16}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Albatre" id="Albatre"></a>Albâtre</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a peignoir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the delicate white feet of her little white dog<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are not more delicate than she is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts in whiteness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As she sits in the great chair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the two indolent candles.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Causa" id="Causa"></a>Causa</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I join these words for four people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some others may overhear them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O world, I am sorry for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You do not know these four people.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a>{17}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_pact" id="A_pact"></a>A Pact</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I make</span> a pact with you, Walt Whitman—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have detested you long enough.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I come to you as a grown child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has had a pig-headed father;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am old enough now to make friends.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was you that broke the new wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now is a time for carving.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have one sap and one root—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let there be commerce between us.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a>{18}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Surgit_fama" id="Surgit_fama"></a>Surgit Fama</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> is a truce among the gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Korè is seen in the North<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Skirting the blue-gray sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In gilded and russet mantle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The corn has again its mother and she, Leuconoë,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That failed never women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fails not the earth now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tricksome Hermes is here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He moves behind me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eager to catch my words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eager to spread them with rumour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To set upon them his change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crafty and subtle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To alter them to his purpose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But do thou speak true, even to the letter:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more is the chant heard.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more are the never abandoned gardens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of gossip and old tales.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a>{19}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Preference" id="Preference"></a>Preference</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">It</span> is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for all that I have seen you<br /></span> -<span class="i8">on a high, white, noble horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like some strange queen in a story.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is odd that you should be covered with long robes<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and trailing tendrils and flowers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is odd that you should be changing your face<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and resembling some other woman to plague me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is odd that you should be hiding yourself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the cloud of beautiful women who do not concern me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You will say that I deserve this.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a>{20}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Dance_figure" id="Dance_figure"></a>Dance Figure<br /><br /> -<small><span class="norrm"><i>For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee</i></span></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Dark</span> eyed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O woman of my dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ivory sandaled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is none like thee among the dancers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None with swift feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have not found thee in the tents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the broken darkness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have not found thee at the well-head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the women with pitchers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy face as a river with lights.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">White as an almond are thy shoulders;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As new almonds stripped from the husk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They guard thee not with eunuchs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not with bars of copper.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a>{21}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in patterns,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">hast thou gathered about thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Nathat-Ikanaie, “Tree-at-the-river.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy fingers a frosted stream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy maidens are white like pebbles;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their music about thee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is none like thee among the dancers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None with swift feet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a>{22}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="April" id="April"></a>April</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nympharum membra disjecta.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Three</span> spirits came to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drew me apart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To where the olive boughs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay stripped upon the ground:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale carnage beneath bright mist.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Gentildonna" id="Gentildonna"></a>Gentildonna</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">She</span> passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moving among the trees, and clinging<br /></span> -<span class="i12">in the air she severed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a>{23}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_rest" id="The_rest"></a>The Rest</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">helpless</span> few in my country,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O remnant enslaved!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Artists broken against her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A-stray, lost in the villages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mistrusted, spoken-against,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lovers of beauty, starved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thwarted with systems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Helpless against the control;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You who can not wear yourselves out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By persisting to successes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You who can only speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You of the finer sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Broken against false knowledge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You who can know at first hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hated, shut in, mistrusted:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take thought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have weathered the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have beaten out my exile.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a>{24}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Les_millwin" id="Les_millwin"></a>Les Millwin</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were seen lying along the upper seats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like so many unused boas.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The turbulent and undisciplined host of art students—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rigorous deputation from “Slade”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was before them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With arms exalted, with fore-arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crossed in great futuristic X’s, the art students<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exulted, they beheld the splendours of <i>Cleopatra</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the little Millwins beheld these things;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their large and anæmic eyes they looked out upon this configuration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let us therefore mention the fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it seems to us worthy of record.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a>{25}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Further_instructions" id="Further_instructions"></a>Further Instructions</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span>, my songs, let us express our baser passions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us express our envy of the man with a steady job<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and no worry about the future.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are very idle, my songs.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fear you will come to a bad end.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You stand about in the streets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You loiter at the corners and bus-stops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You do next to nothing at all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You do not even express our inner nobilities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You will come to a very bad end.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have gone half cracked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have talked to you so much that<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I almost see you about me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insolent little beasts, shameless, devoid of clothing!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But you, newest song of the lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are not old enough to have done much mischief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will get you a green coat out of China<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With dragons worked upon it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will get you the scarlet silk trousers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest they say we are lacking in taste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or that there is no caste in this family.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a>{26}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_song_of_the_degrees" id="A_song_of_the_degrees"></a>A Song of the Degrees</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Rest</span> me with Chinese colours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I think the glass is evil.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind moves above the wheat—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a silver crashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thin war of metal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have known the golden disc,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen it melting above me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have known the stone-bright place,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The hall of clear colours.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O light bound and bent in, O soul of the captive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why am I warned? Why am I sent away?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a>{27}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ite" id="Ite"></a>Ite</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Go</span>, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Move among the lovers of perfection alone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take your wounds from it gladly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Dum_capitolium_scandet" id="Dum_capitolium_scandet"></a>Dum Capitolium Scandet</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">How</span> many will come after me<br /></span> -<span class="i4">singing as well as I sing, none better;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Telling the heart of their truth<br /></span> -<span class="i4">as I have taught them to tell it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fruit of my seed,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">O my unnameable children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Know then that I loved you from afore-time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clear speakers, naked in the sun, untrammelled.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2 class="norrm"><a name="Greek" id="Greek"></a>To καλὀν</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Even</span> in my dreams you have denied yourself to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sent me only your handmaids.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a>{28}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_study_in_aesthetics" id="The_study_in_aesthetics"></a>The Study in Aesthetics</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> very small children in patched clothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being smitten with an unusual wisdom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stopped in their play as she passed them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cried up from their cobbles:<br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>Guarda! Ahi, guarda! ch’ è be’a!</i><a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But three years after this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard the young Dante, whose last name I do not know—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there are, in Sirmione, twenty-eight young<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dantes and thirty-four Catulli;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And there had been a great catch of sardines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his elders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were packing them in the great wooden boxes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the market in Brescia, and he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leapt about, snatching at the bright fish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And getting in both of their ways;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in vain they commanded him to <i>sta fermo!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when they would not let him arrange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fish in the boxes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He stroked those which were already arranged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Murmuring for his own satisfaction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This identical phrase:<br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>Ch’ è be’a.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And at this I was mildly abashed.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p class="c"><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> <i>Bella.</i></p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a>{29}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_bellaires" id="The_bellaires"></a>The Bellaires</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Aus meinen grossen Schmerzen</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Mach’ ich die kleinen Lieder.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> good Bellaires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not understand the conduct of this world’s affairs.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fact they understood them so badly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they have had to cross the Channel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nine lawyers, four counsels, five judges and three proctors of the King,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together with the respective wives, husbands, sisters and heterogeneous connections of the good Bellaires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Met to discuss their affairs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the good Bellaires have so little understood their affairs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That now there is no one at all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who can understand any affair of theirs. Yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fourteen hunters still eat in the stables of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The good Squire Bellaire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these may not suffer attainder,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a>{30}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they may not belong to the good Squire Bellaire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to his wife.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the contrary, if they do not belong to his wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He will plead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A “freedom from attainder”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For twelve horses and also for twelve boarhounds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Charles the Fourth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a further freedom for the remainder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of horses, from Henry the Fourth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the judges,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being free of mediæval scholarship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will pay no attention to this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there will be only the more confusion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replevin, estoppel, espavin and what not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nine lawyers, four counsels, etc.,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Met to discuss their affairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the sole result was bills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From lawyers to whom no one was indebted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the lawyers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were uncertain who was supposed to be indebted to them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wherefore the good Squire Bellaire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resides now at Agde and Biaucaire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Carcassonne, Pui, and Alais<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He fareth from day to day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_031" id="page_031"></a>{31}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or takes the sea air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between Marseilles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Beziers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And for all this I have considerable regret,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the good Bellaires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are very charming people.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_032" id="page_032"></a>{32}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Salvationists" id="Salvationists"></a>Salvationists</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span>, my songs, let us speak of perfection—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We shall get ourselves rather disliked.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ah</span> yes, my songs, let us resurrect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very excellent term <i>Rusticus</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us apply it in all its opprobrium<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those to whom it applies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you may decline to make them immortal.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we shall consider them and their state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In delicate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Opulent silence.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come, my songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beginning with Mumpodorus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And against this sea of vulgarities—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beginning with Nimmim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And against this sea of imbeciles—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the Bulmenian literati.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_033" id="page_033"></a>{33}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Arides" id="Arides"></a>Arides</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> bashful Arides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has married an ugly wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was bored with his manner of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well do this as anything else.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Saying within his heart, “I am no use to myself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let her, if she wants me, take me.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He went to his doom.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="The_bath_tub" id="The_bath_tub"></a>The Bath Tub</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">As</span> a bathtub lined with white porcelain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_034" id="page_034"></a>{34}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Amities" id="Amities"></a>Amitiés</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Old friends the most.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12">W. B. Y.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<p class="c"><i>To one, on returning certain years after.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">You</span> wore the same quite correct clothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You had the same old air of condescension<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mingled with a curious fear<br /></span> -<span class="i6">That I, myself, might have enjoyed them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Te voilà, mon Bourrienne</i>, you also shall be immortal.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<p class="c"><i>To another.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And we say good-bye to you also,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you seem never to have discovered<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That your relationship is wholly parasitic;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet to our feasts you bring neither<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Of discipleship.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_035" id="page_035"></a>{35}</span></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But you, <i>bos amic</i>, we keep on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For to you we owe a real debt:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In spite of your obvious flaws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You once discovered a moderate chop-house.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iste fuit vir incultus,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Deo laus, quod est sepultus,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Vermes habent eius vultum</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>A-a-a-a—A-men.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ego autem jovialis</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Gaudero contubernalis</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Cum jocunda femina.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="To_dives" id="To_dives"></a>To Dives</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Who</span> am I to condemn you, O Dives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I who am as much embittered<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With poverty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you are with useless riches?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_036" id="page_036"></a>{36}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ladies" id="Ladies"></a>Ladies</h2> - -<h3 class="norrm"><i>Agathas</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Four</span> and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All of whom she refused;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now she turns to me seeking love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her hair also is turning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="norrm"><i>Young Lady</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have fed your lar with poppies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have adored you for three full years;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now you grumble because your dress does not fit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And because I happen to say so.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="norrm"><i>Lesbia Illa</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Memnon, Memnon, that lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who used to walk about amongst us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such gracious uncertainty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now wedded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a British householder.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Lugete, Veneres! Lugete, Cupidinesque!</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_037" id="page_037"></a>{37}</span></p> - -<h3 class="norrm"><i>Passing</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Flawless as Aphrodite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thoroughly beautiful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brainless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The faint odour of your patchouli,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faint, almost, as the lines of cruelty about your chin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Assails me, and concerns me almost as little.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Coda" id="Coda"></a>Coda</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">my</span> songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into people’s faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you find your lost dead among them?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_038" id="page_038"></a>{38}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ancora" id="Ancora"></a>Ancora</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Good</span> God! They say you are <i>risqué</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O canzonetti!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We who went out into the four <small>A.M.</small> of the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Composing our albas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We who shook off our dew with the rabbits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We who have seen even Artemis a-binding her sandals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have we ever heard the like?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O mountains of Hellas!!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gather about me, O Muses!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clothed in the tattered sunlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Muses with delicate shins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Muses with delectable knee-joints,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we splashed and were splashed with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lucid Castalian spray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had we ever such an epithet cast upon us!!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_039" id="page_039"></a>{39}</span></p> - -<h2 class="norrm"><a name="A_translation" id="A_translation"></a>A TRANSLATION<br /> -<small><span class="smcap">From the Provençal of En Bertrans de Born.</span></small><br /><br /> -<b>“Dompna pois de me no’us cal”</b></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady</span>, since you care nothing for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since you have shut me away from you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Causelessly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not where to go seeking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For certainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will never again gather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joy so rich, and if I find not ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lady with look so speaking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my desire, worth yours whom I have lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll have no other love at any cost.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And since I could not find a peer to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neither one so fair, nor of such heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So eager and alert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor with such art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In attire, nor so gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor with gift so bountiful and so true,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_040" id="page_040"></a>{40}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will go out a-searching,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Culling from each a fair trait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make me a borrowed lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I again find you ready.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bels Cembelins, I take of you your colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it’s your own, and your glance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where love is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A proud thing I do here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, as to colour and eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall have missed nothing at all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Having yours.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask of Midons Aelis (of Montfort)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her straight speech free-running,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That my phantom lack not in cunning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Chalais of the Viscountess, I would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she give me outright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her two hands and her throat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So take I my road<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Rochechouart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swift-foot to my Lady Anhes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeing that Tristan’s lady Iseutz had never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such grace of locks, I do ye to wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though she’d the far fame for it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of Audiart at Malemort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though she with a full heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wish me ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d have her form that’s laced<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_041" id="page_041"></a>{41}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So cunningly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without blemish, for her love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breaks not nor turns aside.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I of Miels-de-ben demand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her straight fresh body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is so supple and young,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her robes can but do her wrong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her white teeth, of the Lady Faidita<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask, and the fine courtesy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She hath to welcome one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such replies she lavishes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within her nest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Bels Mirals, the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tall stature and gaiety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make these avail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She knoweth well, betide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No change nor turning aside.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, Bels Senher, Maent, at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask naught from you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save that I have such hunger for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This phantom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I’ve for you, such flame-lap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I’d rather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask of you than hold another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mayhap, right close and kissed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, lady, why have you cast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me out, knowing you hold me so fast!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_042" id="page_042"></a>{42}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_coming_of_war_actaeon" id="The_coming_of_war_actaeon"></a>The Coming of War: Actaeon</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">An</span> image of Lethe,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">and the fields<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of faint light<br /></span> -<span class="i5">but golden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gray cliffs,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">and beneath them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harsher than granite,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">unstill, never ceasing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High forms<br /></span> -<span class="i5">with the movement of gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perilous aspect;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And one said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This is Actaeon.”<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Actaeon of golden greaves!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over fair meadows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the cool face of that field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unstill, ever moving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hosts of an ancient people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silent cortège.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_043" id="page_043"></a>{43}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="After_chu_yuan" id="After_chu_yuan"></a>After Ch’u Yuan</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I <span class="smcap">will</span> get me to the wood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the gods walk garlanded in wistaria,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the silver blue flood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">move others with ivory cars.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There come forth many maidens<br /></span> -<span class="i2">to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there are leopards drawing the cars.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I will walk in the glade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will come out of the new thicket<br /></span> -<span class="i2">and accost the procession of maidens.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Liu_che" id="Liu_che"></a>Liu Ch’e</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> rustling of the silk is discontinued,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dust drifts over the court-yard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no sound of foot-fall, and the leaves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scurry into heaps and lie still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_044" id="page_044"></a>{44}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Fan-piece_for_her_imperial_lord" id="Fan-piece_for_her_imperial_lord"></a>Fan-piece, for her Imperial Lord</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">fan</span> of white silk,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">clear as frost on the grass-blade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You also are laid aside.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Tsai_chih" id="Tsai_chih"></a>Ts’ai Chi’h</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The petals fall in the fountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">the orange-coloured rose-leaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their ochre clings to the stone.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_045" id="page_045"></a>{45}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="In_a_station_of_the_metro" id="In_a_station_of_the_metro"></a>In a Station of the Metro</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> apparition of these faces in the crowd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Petals on a wet, black bough.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Alba" id="Alba"></a>Alba</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">As</span> cool as the pale wet leaves<br /></span> -<span class="i8">of lily-of-the-valley<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She lay beside me in the dawn.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Heather" id="Heather"></a>Heather</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> black panther treads at my side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And above my fingers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There float the petal-like flames.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The milk-white girls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unbend from the holly-trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their snow-white leopard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watches to follow our trace.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_046" id="page_046"></a>{46}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_faun" id="The_faun"></a>The Faun</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ha</span>! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozling about<br /></span> -<span class="i12">among my flowers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what, pray, do you know about horticulture,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">you capriped?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Come, Auster, come, Apeliota,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see the faun in our garden.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if you move or speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This thing will run at you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scare itself to spasms.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Pervigilium" id="Pervigilium"></a>Pervigilium</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> gilded phaloi of the crocuses<br /></span> -<span class="i8">are thrusting at the spring air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here is there naught of dead gods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a procession of festival,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A procession, O Giulio Romano,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit for your spirit to dwell in.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dione, your nights are upon us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dew is upon the leaf.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night about us is restless.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_047" id="page_047"></a>{47}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_encounter" id="The_encounter"></a>The Encounter</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">All</span> the while they were talking the new morality<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eyes explored me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I arose to go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her fingers were like the tissue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a Japanese paper napkin.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Tempora" id="Tempora"></a>Tempora</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Io</span>! Io! Tamuz!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Dryad stands in my court-yard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With plaintive, querulous crying.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, no, she is not crying: “Tamuz.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She says, “May my poems be printed this week?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The god Pan is afraid to ask you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May my poems be printed this week?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_048" id="page_048"></a>{48}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Black_slippers_bellotti" id="Black_slippers_bellotti"></a>Black Slippers: Bellotti</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">At</span> the table beyond us<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With her little suede slippers off,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With her white-stocking’d feet<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">She converses:<br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>Connaissez-vous Ostende?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gurgling Italian lady on the other side of the restaurant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replies with a certain hauteur,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I await with patience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see how Celestine will re-enter her slippers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She re-enters them with a groan.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Society" id="Society"></a>Society</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> family position was waning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on this account the little Aurelia,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who had laughed on eighteen summers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now bears the palsied contact of Phidippus.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_049" id="page_049"></a>{49}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Image_from_dorleans" id="Image_from_dorleans"></a>Image from D’Orleans</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Young</span> men riding in the street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the bright new season<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spur without reason,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Causing their steeds to leap.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And at the pace they keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their horses’ armoured feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strike sparks from the cobbled street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the bright new season.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Papyrus" id="Papyrus"></a>Papyrus</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Spring</span> ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too long ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gongula ...<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_050" id="page_050"></a>{50}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ione_dead_the_long_year" id="Ione_dead_the_long_year"></a>“Ione, Dead the Long Year”</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Empty</span> are the ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Empty are the ways of this land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Bend over with heavy heads.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bend in vain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Empty are the ways of this land<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Where Ione<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walked once, and now does not walk<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But seems like a person just gone.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Shop_girl" id="Shop_girl"></a>Shop Girl</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">For</span> a moment she rested against me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a swallow half blown to the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they talk of Swinburne’s women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the shepherdess meeting with Guido,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the harlots of Baudelaire.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_051" id="page_051"></a>{51}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="To_formianus_young_lady_friend" id="To_formianus_young_lady_friend"></a>To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend<br /><br /> -<small><span class="smcap">After Valerius Catullus</span></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">All</span> Hail! young lady with a nose<br /></span> -<span class="i8">by no means too small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a foot unbeautiful,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and with eyes that are not black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fingers that are not long, and with a mouth undry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a tongue by no means too elegant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are the friend of Formianus, the vendor of cosmetics,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they call you beautiful in the province,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you are even compared to Lesbia.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O most unfortunate age!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_052" id="page_052"></a>{52}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Tame_cat" id="Tame_cat"></a>Tame Cat</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="smcap">It</span> rests me to be among beautiful women.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should one always lie about such matters?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I repeat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It rests me to converse with beautiful women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even though we talk nothing but nonsense,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The purring of the invisible antennæ<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is both stimulating and delightful.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Lart_1910" id="Lart_1910"></a>L’Art, 1910</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Green</span> arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_053" id="page_053"></a>{53}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Simulacra" id="Simulacra"></a>Simulacra</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Why</span> does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable age<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why does the small child in the soiled-white imitation fur coat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crawl in the very black gutter beneath the grape stand?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why does the really handsome young woman approach me in Sackville Street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Undeterred by the manifest age of my trappings?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Women_before_a_shop" id="Women_before_a_shop"></a>Women Before a Shop</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like to like nature”: these agglutinous yellows!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_054" id="page_054"></a>{54}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Epilogue" id="Epilogue"></a>Epilogue</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">chansons</span> foregoing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You were a seven days’ wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you came out in the magazines<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You created considerable stir in Chicago,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now you are stale and worn out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’re a very depleted fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hoop-skirt, a calash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An homely, transient antiquity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only emotion remains.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your emotions?<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Are those of a maître-de-café.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_055" id="page_055"></a>{55}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_social_order" id="The_social_order"></a>The Social Order</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> government official,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose wife is several years his senior,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has such a caressing air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he shakes hands with young ladies.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<p class="c"><small>(Pompes Funèbres)</small></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> old lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was “so old that she was an atheist,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now surrounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By six candles and a crucifix,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the second wife of a nephew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes hay with the things in her house.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her two cats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go before her into Avernus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sort of chloroformed suttee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it is to be hoped that their spirits will walk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their tails up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a plaintive, gentle mewing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it is certain that she has left on this earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save a squabble of female connections.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_056" id="page_056"></a>{56}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_tea_shop" id="The_tea_shop"></a>The Tea Shop</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> girl in the tea shop<br /></span> -<span class="i8">is not so beautiful as she was,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The August has worn against her.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She does not get up the stairs so eagerly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, she also will turn middle-aged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the glow of youth that she spread about us<br /></span> -<span class="i8">as she brought us our muffins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be spread about us no longer.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">She also will turn middle-aged.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_057" id="page_057"></a>{57}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Epitaphs" id="Epitaphs"></a>Epitaphs</h2> - -<h3><span class="smcap">Fu I</span></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Fu</span> I loved the high cloud and the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas, he died of alcohol.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3><span class="smcap">Li Po</span></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">And</span> Li Po also died drunk.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tried to embrace a moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Yellow River.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Our_contemporaries" id="Our_contemporaries"></a>Our Contemporaries</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">When</span> the Taihaitian princess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard that he had decided,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She rushed out into the sunlight and swarmed up a cocoanut palm tree,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he returned to this island<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wrote ninety Petrarchan sonnets.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Il s’agit d’un jeune poète qui a suivi le culte de Gauguin -jusqu’à Tahiti même (et qui vit encore). Étant fort bel homme, -quand la princesse bistre entendit qu’il voulait lui accorder ses -faveurs elle montra son allegresse de la façon dont nous venons de -parler. Malheureusement ses poèmes ne sont remplis que de ses -propres subjectivités, style Victorien de la “Georgian Anthology.”</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_058" id="page_058"></a>{58}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ancient_wisdom_rather_cosmic" id="Ancient_wisdom_rather_cosmic"></a>Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">So-shu</span> dreamed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hence his contentment.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="The_three_poets" id="The_three_poets"></a>The Three Poets</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Candidia</span> has taken a new lover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And three poets are gone into mourning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first has written a long elegy to “Chloris,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To “Chloris chaste and cold,” his “only Chloris.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The second has written a sonnet<br /></span> -<span class="i8">upon the mutability of woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the third writes an epigram to Candidia.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_059" id="page_059"></a>{59}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_gipsy" id="The_gipsy"></a>The Gipsy</h2> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>“<i>Est-ce que vous avez vu des autres—des camarades—avec des -singes ou des ours?</i>”</p> - -<p class="r"> -A Stray Gipsy—A.D. 1912.<br /> -</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">That</span> was the top of the walk, when he said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Have you seen any others, any of our lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With apes or bears?”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">—A brown upstanding fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not like the half-castes,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">up on the wet road near Clermont.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind came, and the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mist clotted about the trees in the valley,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I’d the long ways behind me,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">gray Arles and Biaucaire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he said, “Have you seen any of our lot?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’d seen a lot of his lot ...<br /></span> -<span class="i8">ever since Rhodez,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coming down from the fair<br /></span> -<span class="i8">of St. John,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With caravans, but never an ape or a bear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_060" id="page_060"></a>{60}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_game_of_chess" id="The_game_of_chess"></a>The Game of Chess<br /><br /> -<span class="norrm"><small><span class="smcap">Dogmatic Statement Concerning the Game of Chess:<br /> Theme for a Series of Pictures</span></small></span></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Red</span> knights, brown bishops, bright queens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">striking the board, falling in strong “L”s of colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reaching and striking in angles,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">holding lines in one colour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This board is alive with light;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">these pieces are living in form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their moves break and reform the pattern:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Luminous green from the rooks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clashing with “X”s of queens,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">looped with the knight-leaps.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Y” pawns, cleaving, embanking!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whirl! Centripetal! Mate! King down in the vortex,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clash, leaping of bands, straight strips of hard colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blocked lights working in. Escapes. Renewal of contest.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_061" id="page_061"></a>{61}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Provincia_deserta" id="Provincia_deserta"></a>Provincia Deserta</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">At</span> Rochecoart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the hills part<br /></span> -<span class="i8">in three ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And three valleys, full of winding roads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fork out to south and north,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a place of trees ... gray with lichen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have walked there<br /></span> -<span class="i8">thinking of old days.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Chalais<br /></span> -<span class="i8">is a pleached arbour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old pensioners and old protected women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have the right there—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">it is charity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have crept over old rafters,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">peering down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the Dronne,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">over a stream full of lilies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eastward the road lies,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Aubeterre is eastward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a garrulous old man at the inn.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_062" id="page_062"></a>{62}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know the roads in that place:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mareuil to the north-east,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">La Tour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are three keeps near Mareuil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And an old woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">glad to hear Arnaut,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glad to lend one dry clothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have walked<br /></span> -<span class="i8">into Perigord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen the torch-flames, high-leaping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painting the front of that church,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, under the dark, whirling laughter.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have looked back over the stream<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and seen the high building,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seen the long minarets, the white shafts.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have gone in Ribeyrac<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and in Sarlat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have climbed rickety stairs, heard talk of Croy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walked over En Bertran’s old layout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have seen Narbonne, and Cahors and Chalus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have seen Excideuil, carefully fashioned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have said:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Here such a one walked.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Here Cœur-de-Lion was slain.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Here was good singing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Here one man hastened his step.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Here one lay panting.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_063" id="page_063"></a>{63}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have looked south from Hautefort,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">thinking of Montaignac, southward.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have lain in Rocafixada,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">level with sunset,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have seen the copper come down<br /></span> -<span class="i8">tinging the mountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen the fields, pale, clear as an emerald,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sharp peaks, high spurs, distant castles.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have said: “The old roads have lain here.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Men have gone by such and such valleys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where the great halls are closer together.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen Foix on its rock, seen Toulouse,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and Arles greatly altered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen the ruined “Dorata.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I have said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Riquier! Guido.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I have thought of the second Troy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some little prized place in Auvergnat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two men tossing a coin, one keeping a castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One set on the highway to sing.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">He sang a woman.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Auvergne rose to the song;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The Dauphin backed him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The castle to Austors!”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Pieire kept the singing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A fair man and a pleasant.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">He won the lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stole her away for himself, kept her against armed force:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_064" id="page_064"></a>{64}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So ends that story.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That age is gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pieire de Maensac is gone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have walked over these roads;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have thought of them living.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_065" id="page_065"></a>{65}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Cathay" id="Cathay"></a>CATHAY</h2> - -<p class="c"> -FOR THE MOST PART FROM THE CHINESE OF RIHAKU,<br /> -FROM THE NOTES OF THE LATE ERNEST<br /> -FENOLLOSA, AND THE DECIPHERINGS<br /> -OF THE PROFESSORS MORI<br /> -AND ARIGA<br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_066" id="page_066"></a>{66}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_067" id="page_067"></a>{67}</span> </p> - -<h2><a name="Song_of_the_bowmen_of_shu" id="Song_of_the_bowmen_of_shu"></a>Song of the Bowmen of Shu</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Here</span> we are, picking the first fern-shoots<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saying: When shall we get back to our country?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have no comfort because of these Mongols.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We grub the soft fern-shoots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When anyone says “Return,” the others are full of sorrow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrowful minds, sorrow is strong, we are hungry and thirsty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our defence is not yet made sure, no one can let his friend return.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We grub the old fern-stalks.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We say: Will we be let to go back in October?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no ease in royal affairs, we have no comfort.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our sorrow is bitter, but we would not return to our country.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What flower has come into blossom?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose chariot? The General’s.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_068" id="page_068"></a>{68}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Horses, his horses even, are tired. They were strong.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have no rest, three battles a month.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By heaven, his horses are tired.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The generals are on them, the soldiers are by them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The horses are well trained, the generals have ivory arrows and quivers ornamented with fish-skin.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The enemy is swift, we must be careful.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we set out, the willows were drooping with spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We come back in the snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We go slowly, we are hungry and thirsty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our mind is full of sorrow, who will know of our grief?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Bunno.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Very early.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_069" id="page_069"></a>{69}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_beautiful_toilet" id="The_beautiful_toilet"></a>The Beautiful Toilet</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Blue</span>, blue is the grass about the river<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the willows have overfilled the close garden.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slender, she puts forth a slender hand,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And she was a courtezan in the old days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she has married a sot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who now goes drunkenly out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leaves her too much alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Mei Sheng.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>B.C. 140.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_070" id="page_070"></a>{70}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_river_song" id="The_river_song"></a>The River Song</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cut magnolia,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fill full the sides in rows, and our wine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is rich for a thousand cups.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We carry singing girls, drift with the drifting water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet Sennin needs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A yellow stork for a charger, and all our seamen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would follow the white gulls or ride them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kutsu’s prose song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hangs with the sun and moon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">King So’s terraced palace<br /></span> -<span class="i12">is now but a barren hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I draw pen on this barge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Causing the five peaks to tremble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have joy in these words<br /></span> -<span class="i12">like the joy of blue islands.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If glory could last forever<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_071" id="page_071"></a>{71}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the waters of Han would flow northward.)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have moped in the Emperor’s garden, awaiting an order-to-write!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I looked at the dragon-pond, with its willow-coloured water<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just reflecting the sky’s tinge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heard the five-score nightingales aimlessly singing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The eastern wind brings the green colour into the island grasses at Yei-shu,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The purple house and the crimson are full of Spring softness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">South of the pond the willow-tips are half-blue and bluer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their cords tangle in mist, against the brocade-like palace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vine-strings a hundred feet long hang down from carved railings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And high over the willows, the fine birds sing to each other, and listen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crying—“Kwan, Kuan,” for the early wind, and the feel of it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind bundles itself into a bluish cloud and wanders off.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over a thousand gates, over a thousand doors are the sounds of spring singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Emperor is at Ko.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Five clouds hang aloft, bright on the purple sky,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_072" id="page_072"></a>{72}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The imperial guards come forth from the golden house with their armour a-gleaming.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Emperor in his jewelled car goes out to inspect his flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He goes out to Hori, to look at the wing-flapping storks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He returns by way of Sei rock, to hear the new nightingales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the gardens at Jo-run are full of new nightingales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their sound is mixed in this flute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their voice is in the twelve pipes here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>8th century A.D.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_073" id="page_073"></a>{73}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_river-merchants_wife_a_letter" id="The_river-merchants_wife_a_letter"></a>The River-Merchant’s Wife: a Letter</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">While</span> my hair was still cut straight across my forehead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I played about the front gate, pulling flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we went on living in the village of Chokan:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At fourteen I married My Lord you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never laughed, being bashful.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At fifteen I stopped scowling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I desired my dust to be mingled with yours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forever and forever, and forever.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should I climb the look out?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At sixteen you departed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You went into far Ku-to-Yen, by the river of swirling eddies,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_074" id="page_074"></a>{74}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you have been gone five months.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You dragged your feet when you went out.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too deep to clear them away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The paired butterflies are already yellow with August<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the grass in the West garden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They hurt me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I grow older,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Please let me know beforehand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will come out to meet you,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">As far as Cho-fu-Sa.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_075" id="page_075"></a>{75}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_jewel_stairs_grievance" id="The_jewel_stairs_grievance"></a>The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> jewelled steps are already quite white with dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I let down the crystal curtain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watch the moon through the clear autumn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Jewel stairs, therefore a palace. Grievance, therefore there -is something to complain of. Gauze stockings, therefore a court -lady, not a servant who complains. Clear autumn, therefore he has -no excuse on account of weather. Also she has come early, for the -dew has not merely whitened the stairs, but has soaked her -stockings. The poem is especially prized because she utters no -direct reproach.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_076" id="page_076"></a>{76}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Poem_by_the_bridge_at_ten-shin" id="Poem_by_the_bridge_at_ten-shin"></a>Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">March</span> has come to the bridge head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peach boughs and apricot boughs hang over a thousand gates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At morning there are flowers to cut the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And evening drives them on the eastward-flowing waters.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Petals are on the gone waters and on the going,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">And on the back-swirling eddies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to-day’s men are not the men of the old days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though they hang in the same way over the bridge-rail.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sea’s colour moves at the dawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the princes still stand in rows, about the throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the moon falls over the portals of Sei-go-yo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clings to the walls and the gate-top.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With head gear glittering against the cloud and sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lords go forth from the court, and into far borders.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_077" id="page_077"></a>{77}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They ride upon dragon-like horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon horses with head-trappings of yellow metal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the streets make way for their passage.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Haughty their passing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haughty their steps as they go into great banquets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To high halls and curious food,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the perfumed air and girls dancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To clear flutes and clear singing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the dance of the seventy couples;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the mad chase through the gardens.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night and day are given over to pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they think it will last a thousand autumns,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Unwearying autumns.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For them the yellow dogs howl portents in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what are they compared to the lady<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Riokushu,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">That was cause of hate!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who among them is a man like Han-rei<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Who departed alone with his mistress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her hair unbound, and he his own skiffsman!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_078" id="page_078"></a>{78}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Lament_of_the_frontier_guard" id="Lament_of_the_frontier_guard"></a>Lament of the Frontier Guard</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">By</span> the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lonely from the beginning of time until now!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I climb the towers and towers<br /></span> -<span class="i6">to watch out the barbarous land:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no wall left to this village.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bones white with a thousand frosts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High heaps, covered with trees and grass;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who brought this to pass?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has brought the flaming imperial anger?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Barbarous kings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A turmoil of wars-men, spread over the middle kingdom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three hundred and sixty thousand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorrow, sorrow like rain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow returning,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_079" id="page_079"></a>{79}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Desolate, desolate fields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no children of warfare upon them,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">No longer the men for offence and defence.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the<br /></span> -<span class="i6">North Gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Rihoku’s name forgotten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we guardsmen fed to the tigers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_080" id="page_080"></a>{80}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Exiles_letter" id="Exiles_letter"></a>Exile’s Letter</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">To</span> So-Kin of Rakuyo, ancient friend, Chancellor of Gen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now I remember that you built me a special tavern<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the south side of the bridge at Ten-Shin.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With yellow gold and white jewels, we paid for songs and laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we were drunk for month on month, forgetting the kings and princes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intelligent men came drifting in from the sea and from the west border,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with them, and with you especially<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was nothing at cross purpose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they made nothing of sea-crossing or of mountain crossing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If only they could be of that fellowship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we all spoke out our hearts and minds, and without regret.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then I was sent off to South Wei,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">smothered in laurel groves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you to the north of Raku-hoku,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till we had nothing but thoughts and memories in common.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_081" id="page_081"></a>{81}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then, when separation had come to its worst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We met, and travelled into Sen-Go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through all the thirty-six folds of the turning and twisting waters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into a valley of the thousand bright flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That was the first valley;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And into ten thousand valleys full of voices and pine-winds.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with silver harness and reins of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out come the East of Kan foreman and his company.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there came also the “True man” of Shi-yo to meet me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Playing on a jewelled mouth-organ.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the storied houses of San-Ko they gave us more Sennin music,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many instruments, like the sound of young phoenix broods.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foreman of Kan Chu, drunk, danced<br /></span> -<span class="i8">because his long sleeves wouldn’t<br /></span> -<span class="i8"> keep still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With that music playing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I, wrapped in brocade, went to sleep with my head on his lap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my spirit so high it was all over the heavens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And before the end of the day we were scattered like stars, or rain.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_082" id="page_082"></a>{82}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had to be off to So, far away over the waters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You back to your river-bridge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And your father, who was brave as a leopard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was governor in Hei Shu, and put down the barbarian rabble.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one May he had you send for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">despite the long distance.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what with broken wheels and so on, I won’t say it wasn’t hard going,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over roads twisted like sheep’s guts.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I was still going, late in the year,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">in the cutting wind from the North,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thinking how little you cared for the cost,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">and you caring enough to pay it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what a reception:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red jade cups, food well set on a blue jewelled table,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I was drunk, and had no thought of returning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you would walk out with me to the western corner of the castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the dynastic temple, with water about it clear as blue jade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With boats floating, and the sound of mouth-organs and drums,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With ripples like dragon-scales, going grass green on the water,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_083" id="page_083"></a>{83}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasure lasting, with courtezans, going and coming without hindrance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the willow flakes falling like snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the vermilioned girls getting drunk about sunset,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the water a hundred feet deep reflecting green eyebrows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">—Eyebrows painted green are a fine sight in young moonlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gracefully painted—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the girls singing back at each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dancing in transparent brocade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wind lifting the song, and interrupting it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tossing it up under the clouds.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And all this comes to an end.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And is not again to be met with.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I went up to the court for examination,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tried Layu’s luck, offered the Choyo song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And got no promotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">and went back to the East Mountains<br /></span> -<span class="i8">white-headed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And once again, later, we met at the South bridge-head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the crowd broke up, you went north to<br /></span> -<span class="i4">San palace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if you ask how I regret that parting:<br /></span> -<span class="i5">It is like the flowers falling at Spring’s end<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Confused, whirled in a tangle.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_084" id="page_084"></a>{84}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no end of things in the heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I call in the boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have him sit on his knees here<br /></span> -<span class="i5">To seal this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And send it a thousand miles, thinking.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_085" id="page_085"></a>{85}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2 class="norrm"><a name="From_rihaku" id="From_rihaku"></a><i>From Rihaku</i><br /> -FOUR POEMS OF DEPARTURE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="smcap">Light</span> rain is on the light dust</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The willows of the inn-yard</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Will be going greener and greener,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But you, Sir, had better take wine ere your departure,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For you will have no friends about you</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>When you come to the gates of Go.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="cb"><a name="Separation_on_the_river_kiang" id="Separation_on_the_river_kiang"></a>Separation on the River Kiang</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ko-jin</span> goes west from Ko-kaku-ro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lone sail blots the far sky.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I see only the river,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The long Kiang, reaching heaven.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="cb"><a name="Taking_leave_of_a_friend" id="Taking_leave_of_a_friend"></a>Taking Leave of a Friend</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Blue</span> mountains to the north of the walls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White river winding about them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here we must make separation<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_086" id="page_086"></a>{86}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mind like a floating wide cloud.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our horses neigh to each other<br /></span> -<span class="i8">as we are departing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="cb"><a name="Leave-taking_near_shoku" id="Leave-taking_near_shoku"></a>Leave-taking near Shoku</h3> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>Sanso, King of Shoku, built roads.</i>”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">They</span> say the roads of Sanso are steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sheer as the mountains.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The walls rise in a man’s face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clouds grow out of the hill<br /></span> -<span class="i6">at his horse’s bridle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their trunks burst through the paving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freshets are bursting their ice<br /></span> -<span class="i6">in the midst of Shoku, a proud city.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Men’s fates are already set,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no need of asking diviners.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_087" id="page_087"></a>{87}</span></p> - -<h3 class="cb"><a name="The_city_of_choan" id="The_city_of_choan"></a>The City of Choan</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> phœnix are at play on their terrace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The phœnix are gone, the river flows on alone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flowers and grass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cover over the dark path<br /></span> -<span class="i8">where lay the dynastic house of the Go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bright cloths and bright caps of Shin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are now the base of old hills.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The isle of White Heron<br /></span> -<span class="i8">splits the two streams apart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now the high clouds cover the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I can not see Choan afar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am sad.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_088" id="page_088"></a>{88}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="South-folk_in_cold_country" id="South-folk_in_cold_country"></a>South-Folk in Cold Country</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Dai horse neighs against the bleak wind of Etsu,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The birds of Etsu have no love for En, in the north,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Emotion is born out of habit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yesterday we went out of the Wild-Goose gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-day from the Dragon-Pen.<a name="FNanchor_B_2" id="FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surprised. Desert turmoil. Sea sun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flying snow bewilders the barbarian heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lice swarm like ants over our accoutrements.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mind and spirit drive on the feathery banners.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard fight gets no reward.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loyalty is hard to explain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who will be sorry for General Rishogu,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">the swift moving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose white head is lost for this province?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p class="c"><a name="Footnote_B_2" id="Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_2"><span class="label">[B]</span></a> <i>I.e.</i>, we have been warring from one end of the empire to -the other, now east, now west, on each border.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_089" id="page_089"></a>{89}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Sennin_poem_by_kakuhaku" id="Sennin_poem_by_kakuhaku"></a>Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> red and green kingfishers<br /></span> -<span class="i8">flash between the orchids and clover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One bird casts its gleam on another.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Green vines hang through the high forest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They weave a whole roof to the mountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lone man sits with shut speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He purrs and pats the clear strings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He throws his heart up through the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He bites through the flower pistil<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and brings up a fine fountain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The red-pine-tree god looks on him and wonders.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He takes “Floating Hill”<a name="FNanchor_C_3" id="FNanchor_C_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_C_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a> by the sleeve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He claps his hand on the back of the great water sennin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But you, you dam’d crowd of gnats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can you even tell the age of a turtle?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p class="c"><a name="Footnote_C_3" id="Footnote_C_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_C_3"><span class="label">[C]</span></a> Name of a sennin.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_090" id="page_090"></a>{90}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_ballad_of_the_mulberry_road" id="A_ballad_of_the_mulberry_road"></a>A Ballad of the Mulberry Road</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fenollosa MSS., very early.</i>)<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> sun rises in south east corner of things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look on the tall house of the Shin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they have a daughter named Rafu,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">(pretty girl)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She made the name for herself: “Gauze Veil,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she feeds mulberries to silkworms,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">She gets them by the south wall of the<br /></span> -<span class="i8">town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With green strings she makes the warp of her basket,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She makes the shoulder-straps of her basket<br /></span> -<span class="i8">from the boughs of Katsura,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she piles her hair up on the left side of her head-piece.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her earrings are made of pearl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her underskirt is of green pattern-silk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her overskirt is the same silk dyed in purple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when men going by look on Rafu<br /></span> -<span class="i8">They set down their burdens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They stand and twirl their moustaches.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_091" id="page_091"></a>{91}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Old_idea_of_choan_by_rosoriu" id="Old_idea_of_choan_by_rosoriu"></a>Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu</h2> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> narrow streets cut into the wide highway at Choan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark oxen, white horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">drag on the seven coaches with outriders.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The coaches are perfumed wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The jewelled chair is held up at the crossway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the royal lodge<br /></span> -<span class="i8">a glitter of golden saddles, awaiting the princess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They eddy before the gate of the barons.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The canopy embroidered with dragons<br /></span> -<span class="i8">drinks in and casts back the sun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Evening comes.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The trappings are bordered with mist.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hundred cords of mist are spread through<br /></span> -<span class="i6">and double the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night birds, and night women,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">spread out their sounds through the gardens.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_092" id="page_092"></a>{92}</span></p> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Birds</span> with flowery wing, hovering butterflies<br /></span> -<span class="i8">crowd over the thousand gates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trees that glitter like jade,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">terraces tinged with silver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seed of a myriad hues,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A net-work of arbours and passages and covered ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Double towers, winged roofs,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">border the net-work of ways:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A place of felicitous meeting.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Riu’s house stands out on the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">with glitter of colour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Butei of Kan had made the high golden lotus<br /></span> -<span class="i8">to gather his dews,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before it another house which I do not know:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall we know all the friends<br /></span> -<span class="i8">whom we meet on strange roadways?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_093" id="page_093"></a>{93}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="To-em-meis_the_unmoving_cloud" id="To-em-meis_the_unmoving_cloud"></a>To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud”</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wet springtime,” says To-em-mei,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Wet spring in the garden.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> clouds have gathered, and gathered,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and the rain falls and falls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eight ply of the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i8">are all folded into one darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wide, flat road stretches out.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stop in my room toward the East, quiet, quiet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pat my new cask of wine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friends are estranged, or far distant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I bow my head and stand still.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rain, rain, and the clouds have gathered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eight ply of the heavens are darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flat land is turned into river.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Wine, wine, here is wine!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I drink by my eastern window.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think of talking and man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no boat, no carriage, approaches.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_094" id="page_094"></a>{94}</span></p> - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The trees in my east-looking garden<br /></span> -<span class="i8">are bursting out with new twigs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They try to stir new affection,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And men say the sun and moon keep on moving<br /></span> -<span class="i8">because they can’t find a soft seat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The birds flutter to rest in my tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and I think I have heard them saying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“It is not that there are no other men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we like this fellow the best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But however we long to speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He can not know of our sorrow.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>T’ao Yuan Ming.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>A.D. 365-427.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="c"><span class="smcap">End of Cathay</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_095" id="page_095"></a>{95}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Near_perigord" id="Near_perigord"></a>Near Perigord</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>A Perigord, pres del muralh</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Tan que i puosch ’om gitar ab malh.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">You’d</span> have men’s hearts up from the dust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right enough? Then read between the lines<br /></span> -<span class="i8">of Uc St. Cire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bertrans, En Bertrans, left a fine canzone:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Maent, I love you, you have turned me out.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voice at Montfort, Lady Agnes’ hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bel Miral’s stature, the vicountess’ throat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set all together, are not worthy of you ...”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the while you sing out that canzone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think you that Maent lived at Montaignac,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One at Chalais, another at Malemort<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard over Brive—for every lady a castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each place strong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">Oh, <i>is</i> it easy enough?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tairiran held hall in Montaignac,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_096" id="page_096"></a>{96}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His brother-in-law was all there was of power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Perigord, and this good union<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gobbled all the land, and held it later<br /></span> -<span class="i8">for some hundreds years.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our En Bertrans was in Altafort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hub of the wheel, the stirrer-up of strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As caught by Dante in the last wallow of hell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The headless trunk “that made its head a lamp.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For separation wrought out separation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he who set the strife between brother and brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had his way with the old English king,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Viced in such torture for the “counterpass.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">How would you live, with neighbours set about you—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poictiers and Brive, untaken Rochechouart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread like the finger-tips of one frail hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you on that great mountain of a palm—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a neat ledge, not Foix between its streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But one huge back half-covered up with pine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worked for and snatched from the string-purse of Born—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The four round towers, four brothers—mostly fools:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could he do but play the desperate chess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stir old grudges?<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Pawn your castles, lords!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the Jews pay.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_097" id="page_097"></a>{97}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i8">And the great scene—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(That, maybe, never happened!)<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Beaten at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the hard old king:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Your son, ah, since he died<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wit and worth are cobwebs brushed aside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the full flare of grief. Do what you will.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Take the whole man, and ravel out the story.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He loved this lady in castle Montaignac?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The castle flanked him—he had need of it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You read to-day, how long the overlords of Perigord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Talleyrands, have held the place, it was no transient fiction.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Maent failed him? Or saw through the scheme?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And all his net-like thought of new alliance?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chalais is high, a-level with the poplars.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its lowest stones just meet the valley tips<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the low Dronne is filled with water-lilies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Rochechouart can match it, stronger yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very spur’s end, built on sheerest cliff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Malemort keeps its close hold on Brive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Born his own close purse, his rabbit warren,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His subterranean chamber with a dozen doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A-bristle with antennae to feel roads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sniff the traffic into Perigord.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_098" id="page_098"></a>{98}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that hard phalanx, that unbroken line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ten good miles from thence to Maent’s castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All of his flank—how could he do without her?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the road to Cahors, to Toulouse?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would he do without her?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">“Papiol,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go forthright singing—Anhes, Cembelins.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a throat; ah, there are two white hands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a trellis full of early roses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my heart is bound about with love.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where am I come with compound flatteries—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What doors are open to fine compliment?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every one half jealous of Maent?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wrote the catch to pit their jealousies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against her, give her pride in them?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take his own speech, make what you will of it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still the knot, the first knot, of Maent?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Is it a love poem? Did he sing of war?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it an intrigue to run subtly out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born of a jongleur’s tongue, freely to pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up and about and in and out the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark him a craftsman and a strategist?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(St. Leider had done as much at Polhonac,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing a different stave, as closely hidden.)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, there is precedent, legal tradition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sing one thing when your song means another,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_099" id="page_099"></a>{99}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<i>Et albirar ab lor bordon</i>—”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foix’ count knew that. What is Sir Bertrans’ singing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Maent, Maent, and yet again Maent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or war and broken heaumes and politics?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">End</span> fact. Try fiction, Let us say we see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">En Bertrans, a tower-room at Hautefort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunset, the ribbon-like road lies, in red cross-light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">South toward Montaignac, and he bends at a table<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scribbling, swearing between his teeth, by his left hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie little strips of parchment covered over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scratched and erased with <i>al</i> and <i>ochaisos</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Testing his list of rhymes, a lean man? Bilious?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a red straggling beard?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the green cat’s-eye lifts toward Montaignac.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Or take his “magnet” singer setting out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dodging his way past Aubeterre, singing at Chalais<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">In the vaulted hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, by a lichened tree at Rochechouart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aimlessly watching a hawk above the valleys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waiting his turn in the mid-summer evening,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_100" id="page_100"></a>{100}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinking of Aelis, whom he loved heart and soul ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find her half alone, Montfort away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a brown, placid, hated woman visiting her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spoiling his visit, with a year before the next one.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little enough?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or carry him forward. “Go through all the courts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Magnet,” Bertrand had said.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">We came to Ventadour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the mid love court, he sings out the canzon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No one hears save Arrimon Luc D’Esparo—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No one hears aught save the gracious sound of compliments.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir Arrimon counts on his fingers, Montfort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rochechouart, Chalais, the rest, the tactic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Malemort, guesses beneath, sends word to Cœur de Lion:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The compact, de Born smoked out, trees felled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About his castle, cattle driven out!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or no one sees it, and En Bertrans prospered?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And ten years after, or twenty, as you will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arnaut and Richard lodge beneath Chalus:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dull round towers encroaching on the field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tents tight drawn, horses at tether<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Further and out of reach, the purple night,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_101" id="page_101"></a>{101}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crackling of small fires, the bannerets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lazy leopards on the largest banner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stray gleams on hanging mail, an armourer’s torch-flare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melting on steel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">And in the quietest space<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They probe old scandals, say de Born is dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we’ve the gossip (skipped six hundred years).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Richard shall die to-morrow—leave him there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Talking of <i>trobar clus</i> with Daniel.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the “best craftsman” sings out his friend’s song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Envies its vigour ... and deplores the technique,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dispraises his own skill?—That’s as you will.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they discuss the dead man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plantagenet puts the riddle: “Did he love her?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Arnaut parries: “Did he love your sister?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True, he has praised her, but in some opinion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wrote that praise only to show he had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The favour of your party, had been well received.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“You knew the man.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“<i>You</i> knew the man.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I am an artist, you have tried both métiers.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You were born near him.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Do we know our friends?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Say that he saw the castles, say that he loved Maent!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_102" id="page_102"></a>{102}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Say that he loved her, does it solve the riddle?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">End the discussion, Richard goes out next day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gets a quarrel-bolt shot through his vizard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pardons the bowman, dies,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">Ends our discussion. Arnaut ends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In sacred odour”—(that’s apocryphal!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we can leave the talk till Dante writes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Surely I saw, and still before my eyes</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Goes on that headless trunk, that bears for light</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Its own head swinging, gripped by the dead hair,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And like a swinging lamp that says, “Ah me!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I severed men, my head and heart</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ye see here severed, my life’s counterpart.”</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or take En Bertrans?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ed eran due in uno, ed uno in due.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12">Inferno, XXVIII, 125.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="smcap">Bewildering</span> spring, and by the Auvezere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poppies and day’s-eyes in the green émail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose over us; and we knew all that stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our two horses had traced out the valleys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew the low flooded lands squared out with poplars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the young days when the deep sky befriended.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_103" id="page_103"></a>{103}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And great wings beat above us in the twilight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the great wheels in heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bore us together ... surging ... and apart ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believing we should meet with lips and hands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">High, high and sure ... and then the counter-thrust:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Why do you love me? Will you always love me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I am like the grass, I can not love you.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, ‘Love, and I love and love you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hate your mind, not <i>you</i>, your soul, your hands.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">So to this last estrangement, Tairiran!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">There shut up in his castle, Tairiran’s,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She who had nor ears nor tongue save in her hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gone—ah, gone—untouched, unreachable!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She who could never live save through one person,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She who could never speak save to one person,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the rest of her a shifting change,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A broken bundle of mirrors ...!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_104" id="page_104"></a>{104}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Villanelle_the_psychological_hour" id="Villanelle_the_psychological_hour"></a>Villanelle: the Psychological Hour</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I <span class="smcap">had</span> over-prepared the event,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">that much was ominous.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With middle-ageing care<br /></span> -<span class="i6">I had laid out just the right books.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had almost turned down the pages.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8"><i>Beauty is so rare a thing.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>So few drink of my fountain.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So much barren regret,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So many hours wasted!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I watch, from the window,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">the rain, the wandering busses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Their little cosmos is shaken”—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">the air is alive with that fact.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their parts of the city<br /></span> -<span class="i6">they are played on by diverse forces.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How do I know?<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Oh, I know well enough.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For them there is something afoot.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_105" id="page_105"></a>{105}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">As for me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had over-prepared the event—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8"><i>Beauty is so rare a thing.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>So few drink of my fountain.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Two friends: a breath of the forest ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Friends? Are people less friends<br /></span> -<span class="i6">because one has lust, at least, found them?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twice they promised to come.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“<i>Between the night and morning?</i>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Beauty would drink of my mind.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Youth would awhile forget<br /></span> -<span class="i6">my youth is gone from me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(“Speak up! You have danced so stiffly?<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Someone admired your works,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And said so frankly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i3">“Did you talk like a fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The first night?<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The second evening?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>But</i> they promised again:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">‘To-morrow at tea-time.’<span class="lftspc">”</span>)<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_106" id="page_106"></a>{106}</span></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the third day is here—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">no word from either;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No word from her nor him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only another man’s note:<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Dear Pound, I am leaving England.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_107" id="page_107"></a>{107}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Dans_un_omnibus_de_londres" id="Dans_un_omnibus_de_londres"></a>Dans un Omnibus de Londres</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Les</span> yeux d’une morte aimée<br /></span> -<span class="i0">M’ont salué,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enchassés dans un visage stupide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dont tous les autres traits étaient banals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ils m’ont salué<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Et alors je vis bien des choses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Au dedans de ma mémoire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remuer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">S’éveiller.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Je vis des canards sur le bord d’un lac minuscule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Auprès d’un petit enfant gai, bossu.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Je vis les colonnes anciennes en “toc”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Du Parc Monceau,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Et deux petites filles graciles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Des patriciennes,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">aux toisons couleur de lin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Et des pigeonnes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grasses<br /></span> -<span class="i8">comme des poulardes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_108" id="page_108"></a>{108}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Je vis le parc,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Et tous les gazons divers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Où nous avions loué des chaises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pour quatre sous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Je vis les cygnes noirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Japonais,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leurs ailes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Teintées de couleur sang-de-dragon,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Et toutes les fleurs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">D’Armenonville.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Les yeux d’une morte<br /></span> -<span class="i0">M’ont salué.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_109" id="page_109"></a>{109}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="To_a_friend_writing_on_cabaret_dancers" id="To_a_friend_writing_on_cabaret_dancers"></a>To a Friend Writing on Cabaret Dancers</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>Breathe not the word to-morrow in her ears.</i>”<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Vir Quidem, on Dancers.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Good</span> “Hedgethorn,” for we’ll anglicize your name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the last slut’s hanged and the last pig disemboweled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeing your wife is charming and your child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sings in the open meadow—at least the kodak says so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My good fellow, you, on a cabaret silence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the dancers, you write a sonnet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say “Forget To-morrow,” being of all men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The most prudent, orderly, and decorous!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Pepita” has no to-morrow, so you write.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pepita has such to-morrows: with the hands puffed out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pug-dog’s features encrusted with tallow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunk in a frowsy collar—an unbrushed black.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will not bathe too often, but her jewels<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_110" id="page_110"></a>{110}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be a stuffy, opulent sort of fungus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread on both hands and on the up-pushed bosom—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It juts like a shelf between the jowl and corset.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have you, or I seen most of cabarets, good Hedgethorn?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here’s Pepita, tall and slim as an Egyptian mummy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marsh-cranberries, the ribbed and angular pods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flare up with scarlet orange on stiff stalks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so Pepita<br /></span> -<span class="i4">flares on the crowded stage before our tables<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or slithers about between the dishonest waiters—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">“<i>Carmen est maigre, un trait de bistre</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Cerne son œil de gitana</i>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And “rend la flamme”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">you know the deathless verses.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I search the features, the avaricious features<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pulled by the kohl and rouge out of resemblance—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six pence the object for a change of passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Write me a poem.”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Come now, my dear Pepita,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“-ita, bonita, chiquita,”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">that’s what you mean you advertising spade,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_111" id="page_111"></a>{111}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or take the intaglio, my fat great-uncle’s heirloom:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cupid, astride a phallus with two wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swinging a cat-o’-nine-tails.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">No. Pepita,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen through the crust.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I don’t know what you look like<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But your smile pulls one way<br /></span> -<span class="i4">and your painted grin another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While that cropped fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">that tom-boy who can’t earn her living.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, come to-morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To-morrow in ten years at the latest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will be drunk in the ditch, but you, Pepita,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be quite rich, quite plump, with pug-bitch features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a black tint staining your cuticle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prudent and svelte Pepita.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Poète, writ me a poème!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spanish and Paris, love of the arts part of your<br /></span> -<span class="i4">geisha-culture!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Euhenia, in short skirts, slaps her wide stomach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pulls up a roll of fat for the pianist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pauvre femme maigre!” she says.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He sucks his chop bone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That some one else has paid for,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">grins up an amiable grin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Explains the decorations.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_112" id="page_112"></a>{112}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Good Hedgethorn, they all have futures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these people.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Old Popkoff<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will dine next week with Mrs. Basil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will meet a duchess and an ex-diplomat’s widow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Weehawken—who has never known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any but “Majesties” and Italian nobles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Euhenia will have a <i>fonda</i> in Orbajosa.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The amorous nerves will give way to digestive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Delight thy soul in fatness,” saith the preacher.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We can’t preserve the elusive “<i>mica salis</i>,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may last well in these dark northern climates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nell Gwynn’s still here, despite the reformation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Edward’s mistresses still light the stage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A glamour of classic youth in their deportment.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prudent whore is not without her future,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her bourgeois dulness is deferred.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Her present dulness....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh well, her present dulness....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now in Venice, ‘Storante al Giardino, I went early,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the performers come: him, her, the baby,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A quiet and respectable-tawdry trio;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An hour later: a show of calves and spangles,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>Un e due fanno tre</i>,”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Night after night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No change, no change of program, “<i>Chè!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>La donna è mobile.</i>”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_113" id="page_113"></a>{113}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Homage_to_quintus_septimius_florentis_christianus" id="Homage_to_quintus_septimius_florentis_christianus"></a>Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus<br /><br /> -<small>(<i>Ex libris Graecae</i>)</small></h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Theodorus</span> will be pleased at my death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodorus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet everyone speaks evil of death.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This place is the Cyprian’s, for she has ever the fancy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be looking out across the bright sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep small with reverence, beholding her image.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Anyte.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A sad and great evil is the expectation of death—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For after death there comes no other calamity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Palladas.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_114" id="page_114"></a>{114}</span></p> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<p class="c"><i>Troy</i></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whither, O city, are your profits and your gilded shrines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And your barbecues of great oxen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tall women walking your streets, in gilt clothes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their perfumes in little alabaster boxes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is the work of your home-born sculptors?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Time’s tooth is into the lot, and war’s and fate’s too.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Envy has taken your all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save your douth and your story.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Agathas Scholasticus.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Woman? Oh, woman is a consummate rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">but dead, or asleep, she pleases.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take her. She has two excellent seasons.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Palladas.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<p class="c"><i>Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor</i></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Phidon neither purged me, nor touched me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I remembered the name of his fever medicine<br /></span> -<span class="i26">and died.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_115" id="page_115"></a>{115}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Fish_and_the_shadow" id="Fish_and_the_shadow"></a>Fish and the Shadow</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> salmon-trout drifts in the stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Like a little wafer of light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As light as the shadow of the fish<br /></span> -<span class="i8">that falls through the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She came into the large room by the stair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am just from bed. 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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: Lustra of Ezra Pound - -Author: Ezra Pound - -Release Date: September 16, 2017 [EBook #55564] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND *** - - - - -Produced by Chuck Greif, ellinora, Bryan Ness and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net -(This file was produced from images generously made -available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - - - - - LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND - - [Illustration: - - _From photo portrait by Alvin Langdon Coburn._ - - EZRA POUND.] - - - - - LUSTRA - - OF - - EZRA POUND - - _Definition_--“LUSTRUM: an offering for the sins of the whole - people, made by the censors at the expiration of their - five years of office.” - - _Elementary Latin Dictionary of Charlton T. Lewis._ - - LONDON - ELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREET - M CM XVI - - - Certain of these poems have appeared in _Poetry_, _Blast_, _Poetry - and Drama_, _Smart Set_, and _Others_, to the editors of which - magazines the author wishes to make due acknowledgment. - - E. P. - - - - - - - V. L. - - _Cui dono lepidum novum libellum._ - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - -Tenzone 9 - -The Condolence 10 - -The Garret 11 - -The Garden 12 - -Ortus 13 - -Salutation 14 - -The Spring 15 - -Albâtre 16 - -Causa 16 - -A Pact 17 - -Surgit Fama 18 - -Preference 19 - -Dance Figure 20 - -April 22 - -Gentildonna 22 - -The Rest 23 - -Les Millwin 24 - -Further Instructions 25 - -A Song of the Degrees 26 - -Ite 27 - -Dum Capitolium Scandet 27 - -καλὀν 27 - -The Study in Aesthetics 28 - -The Bellaires 29 - -Salvationists 32 - -Arides 33 - -The Bath Tub 33 - -Amitiés 34 - -To Dives 35 - -Ladies 36 - -Coda 37 - -Ancora 38 - -“Dompna pois de me no’us cal” 39 - -The Coming of War: Actaeon 42 - -After Ch’u Yuan 43 - -Liu Ch’e 43 - -Fan-piece, for her Imperial Lord 44 - -Ts’ai Chi’h 44 - -In a Station of the Metro 45 - -Alba 45 - -Heather 45 - -The Faun 46 - -Pervigilium 46 - -The Encounter 47 - -Tempora 47 - -Black Slippers: Bellotti 48 - -Society 48 - -Image from D’Orleans 49 - -Papyrus 49 - -“Ione, Dead the Long Year” 50 - -Shop Girl 50 - -To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend 51 - -Tame Cat 52 - -L’Art, 1910 52 - -Simulacra 53 - -Women before a Shop 53 - -Epilogue 54 - -The Social Order 55 - -The Tea Shop 56 - -Epitaphs 57 - -Our Contemporaries 57 - -Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic 58 - -The Three Poets 58 - -The Gipsy 59 - -The Game of Chess 60 - -Provincia Deserta 61 - - -CATHAY - -Song of the Bowmen of Shu 67 - -The Beautiful Toilet 69 - -The River Song 70 - -The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter 73 - -The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance 75 - -Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin 76 - -Lament of the Frontier Guard 78 - -Exile’s Letter 80 - -Four Poems of Departure - -Separation on the River Kiang 85 - -Taking Leave of a Friend 85 - -Leave-taking near Shoku 86 - -The City of Choan 87 - -South Folk in Cold Country 88 - -Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku 89 - -A Ballad of the Mulberry Road 90 - -Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu 91 - -To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud” 93 - -Near Perigord 95 - -Villanelle: The Psychological Hour 104 - -Dans un Omnibus de Londres 107 - -To a Friend Writing on Cabaret Dancers 109 - -Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus 113 - -Fish and the Shadow 115 - - - - -LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND - - - - -Tenzone - - - Will people accept them? - (i.e. these songs). - As a timorous wench from a centaur - (or a centurion), - Already they flee, howling in terror. - - Will they be touched with the verisimilitudes? - Their virgin stupidity is untemptable. - I beg you, my friendly critics, - Do not set about to procure me an audience. - - I mate with my free kind upon the crags; - the hidden recesses - Have heard the echo of my heels, - in the cool light, - in the darkness. - - - - -The Condolence - - _A mis soledades voy,_ - _De mis soledades vengo,_ - _Porque por andar conmigo_ - _Mi bastan mis pensamientos._ - Lope de Vega. - - - O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth, - A lot of asses praise you because you are “virile,” - We, you, I! We are “Red Bloods”! - Imagine it, my fellow sufferers-- - Our maleness lifts us out of the ruck, - Who’d have foreseen it? - - O my fellow sufferers, we went out under the trees, - We were in especial bored with male stupidity. - We went forth gathering delicate thoughts, - Our “_fantastikon_” delighted to serve us. - We were not exasperated with women, - for the female is ductile. - - And now you hear what is said to us: - We are compared to that sort of person - Who wanders about announcing his sex - As if he had just discovered it. - Let us leave this matter, my songs, - and return to that which concerns us. - - - - -The Garret - - - Come let us pity those who are better off than we are. - Come, my friend, and remember - that the rich have butlers and no friends, - And we have friends and no butlers. - Come let us pity the married and the unmarried. - - Dawn enters with little feet - like a gilded Pavlova, - And I am near my desire. - Nor has life in it aught better - Than this hour of clear coolness, - the hour of waking together. - - - - -The Garden - - _En robe de parade._ - Samain. - - - Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall - She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, - And she is dying piece-meal - of a sort of emotional anæmia. - - And round about there is a rabble - Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. - They shall inherit the earth. - - In her is the end of breeding. - Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. - She would like someone to speak to her, - And is almost afraid that I - will commit that indiscretion. - - - - -Ortus - - - How have I laboured? - How have I not laboured - To bring her soul to birth, - To give these elements a name and a centre! - - She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid. - She has no name, and no place. - How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation; - To give her a name and her being! - - Surely you are bound and entwined, - You are mingled with the elements unborn; - I have loved a stream and a shadow. - - I beseech you enter your life. - I beseech you learn to say “I” - When I question you: - For you are no part, but a whole; - No portion, but a being. - - - - -Salutation - - - O generation of the thoroughly smug - and thoroughly uncomfortable, - I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, - I have seen them with untidy families, - I have seen their smiles full of teeth - and heard ungainly laughter. - - And I am happier than you are, - And they were happier than I am; - And the fish swim in the lake - and do not even own clothing. - - - - -The Spring - - - Cydonian spring with her attendant train, - Maelids and water-girls, - Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace, - Throughout this sylvan place - Spreads the bright tips, - And every vine-stock is - Clad in new brilliancies. - And wild desire - Falls like black lightning. - O bewildered heart, - Though every branch have back what last year lost, - She, who moved here amid the cyclamen, - Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost. - - - - -Albâtre - - - This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a peignoir - Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend, - And the delicate white feet of her little white dog - Are not more delicate than she is, - Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts in whiteness - As she sits in the great chair - Between the two indolent candles. - - - - -Causa - - - I join these words for four people, - Some others may overhear them, - O world, I am sorry for you, - You do not know these four people. - - - - -A Pact - - - I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman-- - I have detested you long enough. - I come to you as a grown child - Who has had a pig-headed father; - I am old enough now to make friends. - It was you that broke the new wood, - Now is a time for carving. - We have one sap and one root-- - Let there be commerce between us. - - - - -Surgit Fama - - - There is a truce among the gods, - Korè is seen in the North - Skirting the blue-gray sea - In gilded and russet mantle. - - The corn has again its mother and she, Leuconoë, - That failed never women, - Fails not the earth now. - - The tricksome Hermes is here; - He moves behind me - Eager to catch my words, - Eager to spread them with rumour; - To set upon them his change - Crafty and subtle; - To alter them to his purpose; - But do thou speak true, even to the letter: - - “Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver. - Once more is the chant heard. - Once more are the never abandoned gardens - Full of gossip and old tales.” - - - - -Preference - - - It is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies, - But for all that I have seen you - on a high, white, noble horse, - Like some strange queen in a story. - - It is odd that you should be covered with long robes - and trailing tendrils and flowers; - It is odd that you should be changing your face - and resembling some other woman to plague me; - It is odd that you should be hiding yourself - In the cloud of beautiful women who do not concern me. - - And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind? - You will say that I deserve this. - - - - -Dance Figure - -_For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee_ - - - Dark eyed, - O woman of my dreams, - Ivory sandaled, - There is none like thee among the dancers, - None with swift feet. - - I have not found thee in the tents, - In the broken darkness. - I have not found thee at the well-head - Among the women with pitchers. - - Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark; - Thy face as a river with lights. - - White as an almond are thy shoulders; - As new almonds stripped from the husk. - - They guard thee not with eunuchs; - Not with bars of copper. - - Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest. - A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in patterns, - hast thou gathered about thee, - O Nathat-Ikanaie, “Tree-at-the-river.” - - As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me; - Thy fingers a frosted stream. - - Thy maidens are white like pebbles; - Their music about thee! - - There is none like thee among the dancers; - None with swift feet. - - - - -April - - RIGHT - _Nympharum membra disjecta._ - - - Three spirits came to me - And drew me apart - To where the olive boughs - Lay stripped upon the ground: - Pale carnage beneath bright mist. - - - - -Gentildonna - - - She passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now - Moving among the trees, and clinging - in the air she severed, - Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures: - - Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky. - - - - -The Rest - - - O helpless few in my country, - O remnant enslaved! - - Artists broken against her, - A-stray, lost in the villages, - Mistrusted, spoken-against, - - Lovers of beauty, starved, - Thwarted with systems, - Helpless against the control; - - You who can not wear yourselves out - By persisting to successes, - You who can only speak, - Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration; - - You of the finer sense, - Broken against false knowledge, - You who can know at first hand, - Hated, shut in, mistrusted: - - Take thought: - I have weathered the storm, - I have beaten out my exile. - - - - -Les Millwin - - - The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet. - The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins - Were seen lying along the upper seats - Like so many unused boas. - - The turbulent and undisciplined host of art students-- - The rigorous deputation from “Slade”-- - Was before them. - With arms exalted, with fore-arms - Crossed in great futuristic X’s, the art students - Exulted, they beheld the splendours of _Cleopatra_. - - And the little Millwins beheld these things; - With their large and anæmic eyes they looked out upon this configuration. - - Let us therefore mention the fact, - For it seems to us worthy of record. - - - - -Further Instructions - - - Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions, - Let us express our envy of the man with a steady job - and no worry about the future. - You are very idle, my songs. - I fear you will come to a bad end. - You stand about in the streets, - You loiter at the corners and bus-stops - You do next to nothing at all. - - You do not even express our inner nobilities, - You will come to a very bad end. - - And I? - I have gone half cracked, - I have talked to you so much that - I almost see you about me, - Insolent little beasts, shameless, devoid of clothing! - - But you, newest song of the lot, - You are not old enough to have done much mischief, - I will get you a green coat out of China - With dragons worked upon it, - I will get you the scarlet silk trousers - From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella, - Lest they say we are lacking in taste, - Or that there is no caste in this family. - - - - -A Song of the Degrees - - -I - - Rest me with Chinese colours, - For I think the glass is evil. - - -II - - The wind moves above the wheat-- - With a silver crashing, - A thin war of metal. - - I have known the golden disc, - I have seen it melting above me. - I have known the stone-bright place, - The hall of clear colours. - - -III - - O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours! - O light bound and bent in, O soul of the captive, - Why am I warned? Why am I sent away? - Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust? - O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold! - O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence! - - - - -Ite - - - Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant, - Move among the lovers of perfection alone. - Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light - And take your wounds from it gladly. - - - - -Dum Capitolium Scandet - - - How many will come after me - singing as well as I sing, none better; - Telling the heart of their truth - as I have taught them to tell it; - Fruit of my seed, - O my unnameable children. - - Know then that I loved you from afore-time, - Clear speakers, naked in the sun, untrammelled. - - - - -To καλὀν - - - Even in my dreams you have denied yourself to me - And sent me only your handmaids. - - - - -The Study in Aesthetics - - - The very small children in patched clothing, - Being smitten with an unusual wisdom, - Stopped in their play as she passed them - And cried up from their cobbles: - _Guarda! Ahi, guarda! ch’ è be’a!_[A] - - But three years after this - I heard the young Dante, whose last name I do not know-- - For there are, in Sirmione, twenty-eight young - Dantes and thirty-four Catulli; - - And there had been a great catch of sardines, - And his elders - Were packing them in the great wooden boxes - For the market in Brescia, and he - Leapt about, snatching at the bright fish - And getting in both of their ways; - And in vain they commanded him to _sta fermo!_ - And when they would not let him arrange - The fish in the boxes - He stroked those which were already arranged, - Murmuring for his own satisfaction - This identical phrase: - _Ch’ è be’a._ - - And at this I was mildly abashed. - - [A] _Bella._ - - - - -The Bellaires - - RIGHT - _Aus meinen grossen Schmerzen_ - _Mach’ ich die kleinen Lieder._ - - - The good Bellaires - Do not understand the conduct of this world’s affairs. - In fact they understood them so badly - That they have had to cross the Channel. - - Nine lawyers, four counsels, five judges and three proctors of the King, - Together with the respective wives, husbands, sisters - and heterogeneous connections of the good Bellaires, - Met to discuss their affairs; - But the good Bellaires have so little understood their affairs - That now there is no one at all - Who can understand any affair of theirs. Yet - Fourteen hunters still eat in the stables of - The good Squire Bellaire; - But these may not suffer attainder, - For they may not belong to the good Squire Bellaire - But to his wife. - On the contrary, if they do not belong to his wife, - He will plead - A “freedom from attainder” - For twelve horses and also for twelve boarhounds - From Charles the Fourth; - And a further freedom for the remainder - Of horses, from Henry the Fourth. - But the judges, - Being free of mediæval scholarship, - Will pay no attention to this, - And there will be only the more confusion, - Replevin, estoppel, espavin and what not. - - Nine lawyers, four counsels, etc., - Met to discuss their affairs, - But the sole result was bills - From lawyers to whom no one was indebted, - And even the lawyers - Were uncertain who was supposed to be indebted to them. - - Wherefore the good Squire Bellaire - Resides now at Agde and Biaucaire. - To Carcassonne, Pui, and Alais - He fareth from day to day, - Or takes the sea air - Between Marseilles - And Beziers. - - And for all this I have considerable regret, - For the good Bellaires - Are very charming people. - - - - -Salvationists - - -I - - Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection-- - We shall get ourselves rather disliked. - - -II - - Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect - The very excellent term _Rusticus_. - Let us apply it in all its opprobrium - To those to whom it applies. - And you may decline to make them immortal. - For we shall consider them and their state - In delicate - Opulent silence. - - -III - - Come, my songs, - Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities-- - Beginning with Mumpodorus; - And against this sea of vulgarities-- - Beginning with Nimmim; - And against this sea of imbeciles-- - All the Bulmenian literati. - - - - -Arides - - - The bashful Arides - Has married an ugly wife, - He was bored with his manner of life, - Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might as - Well do this as anything else. - - Saying within his heart, “I am no use to myself, - Let her, if she wants me, take me.” - He went to his doom. - - - - -The Bath Tub - - - As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, - When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, - So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, - O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady. - - - - -Amitiés - - RIGHT - _Old friends the most._ - W. B. Y. - - -I - -_To one, on returning certain years after._ - - You wore the same quite correct clothing, - You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs, - You had the same old air of condescension - Mingled with a curious fear - That I, myself, might have enjoyed them. - - _Te voilà, mon Bourrienne_, you also shall be immortal. - - -II - -_To another._ - - And we say good-bye to you also, - For you seem never to have discovered - That your relationship is wholly parasitic; - Yet to our feasts you bring neither - Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes - Of discipleship. - - -III - - But you, _bos amic_, we keep on, - For to you we owe a real debt: - In spite of your obvious flaws, - You once discovered a moderate chop-house. - - -IV - - _Iste fuit vir incultus,_ - _Deo laus, quod est sepultus,_ - _Vermes habent eius vultum_ - _A-a-a-a--A-men._ - _Ego autem jovialis_ - _Gaudero contubernalis_ - _Cum jocunda femina._ - - - - -To Dives - - - Who am I to condemn you, O Dives, - I who am as much embittered - With poverty - As you are with useless riches? - - - - -Ladies - - -_Agathas_ - - Four and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days, - All of whom she refused; - And now she turns to me seeking love, - And her hair also is turning. - - -_Young Lady_ - - I have fed your lar with poppies, - I have adored you for three full years; - And now you grumble because your dress does not fit - And because I happen to say so. - - -_Lesbia Illa_ - - Memnon, Memnon, that lady - Who used to walk about amongst us - With such gracious uncertainty, - Is now wedded - To a British householder. - _Lugete, Veneres! Lugete, Cupidinesque!_ - - -_Passing_ - - Flawless as Aphrodite, - Thoroughly beautiful, - Brainless, - The faint odour of your patchouli, - Faint, almost, as the lines of cruelty about your chin, - Assails me, and concerns me almost as little. - - - - -Coda - - - O my songs, - Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into people’s faces, - Will you find your lost dead among them? - - - - -Ancora - - - Good God! They say you are _risqué_, - O canzonetti! - We who went out into the four A.M. of the world - Composing our albas, - We who shook off our dew with the rabbits, - We who have seen even Artemis a-binding her sandals, - Have we ever heard the like? - O mountains of Hellas!! - - Gather about me, O Muses! - When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon - Clothed in the tattered sunlight, - O Muses with delicate shins, - O Muses with delectable knee-joints, - When we splashed and were splashed with - The lucid Castalian spray, - Had we ever such an epithet cast upon us!! - - - - -A TRANSLATION - -FROM THE PROVENÇAL OF EN BERTRANS DE BORN. - -=“Dompna pois de me no’us cal”= - - - Lady, since you care nothing for me, - And since you have shut me away from you - Causelessly, - I know not where to go seeking, - For certainly - I will never again gather - Joy so rich, and if I find not ever - A lady with look so speaking - To my desire, worth yours whom I have lost, - I’ll have no other love at any cost. - - And since I could not find a peer to you, - Neither one so fair, nor of such heart, - So eager and alert, - Nor with such art - In attire, nor so gay - Nor with gift so bountiful and so true, - I will go out a-searching, - Culling from each a fair trait - To make me a borrowed lady - Till I again find you ready. - - Bels Cembelins, I take of you your colour, - For it’s your own, and your glance - Where love is, - A proud thing I do here, - For, as to colour and eyes - I shall have missed nothing at all, - Having yours. - I ask of Midons Aelis (of Montfort) - Her straight speech free-running, - That my phantom lack not in cunning. - - At Chalais of the Viscountess, I would - That she give me outright - Her two hands and her throat, - So take I my road - To Rochechouart, - Swift-foot to my Lady Anhes, - Seeing that Tristan’s lady Iseutz had never - Such grace of locks, I do ye to wit, - Though she’d the far fame for it. - - Of Audiart at Malemort, - Though she with a full heart - Wish me ill, - I’d have her form that’s laced - So cunningly, - Without blemish, for her love - Breaks not nor turns aside. - I of Miels-de-ben demand - Her straight fresh body, - She is so supple and young, - Her robes can but do her wrong. - - Her white teeth, of the Lady Faidita - I ask, and the fine courtesy - She hath to welcome one, - And such replies she lavishes - Within her nest; - Of Bels Mirals, the rest, - Tall stature and gaiety, - To make these avail - She knoweth well, betide - No change nor turning aside. - - Ah, Bels Senher, Maent, at last - I ask naught from you, - Save that I have such hunger for - This phantom - As I’ve for you, such flame-lap, - And yet I’d rather - Ask of you than hold another, - Mayhap, right close and kissed. - Ah, lady, why have you cast - Me out, knowing you hold me so fast! - - - - -The Coming of War: Actaeon - - - An image of Lethe, - and the fields - Full of faint light - but golden, - Gray cliffs, - and beneath them - A sea - Harsher than granite, - unstill, never ceasing; - High forms - with the movement of gods, - Perilous aspect; - And one said: - “This is Actaeon.” - Actaeon of golden greaves! - - Over fair meadows, - Over the cool face of that field, - Unstill, ever moving, - Hosts of an ancient people, - The silent cortège. - - - - -After Ch’u Yuan - - - I will get me to the wood - Where the gods walk garlanded in wistaria, - 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. - - - - -Liu Ch’e - - - The rustling of the silk is discontinued, - Dust drifts over the court-yard, - There is no sound of foot-fall, 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. - - - - -Fan-piece, for her Imperial Lord - - - O fan of white silk, - clear as frost on the grass-blade, - You also are laid aside. - - - - -Ts’ai Chi’h - - - The petals fall in the fountain, - the orange-coloured rose-leaves, - Their ochre clings to the stone. - - - - -In a Station of the Metro - - - The apparition of these faces in the crowd; - Petals on a wet, black bough. - - - - -Alba - - - As cool as the pale wet leaves - of lily-of-the-valley - She lay beside me in the dawn. - - - - -Heather - - - The black panther treads at my side, - And above my fingers - There float the petal-like flames. - - The milk-white girls - Unbend from the holly-trees, - And their snow-white leopard - Watches to follow our trace. - - - - -The Faun - - - Ha! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozling about - among my flowers. - And what, pray, do you know about horticulture, - you capriped? - - “Come, Auster, come, Apeliota, - And see the faun in our garden. - But if you move or speak - This thing will run at you - And scare itself to spasms.” - - - - -Pervigilium - - The gilded phaloi of the crocuses - are thrusting at the spring air. - Here is there naught of dead gods - But a procession of festival, - A procession, O Giulio Romano, - Fit for your spirit to dwell in. - Dione, your nights are upon us. - - The dew is upon the leaf. - The night about us is restless. - - - - -The Encounter - - - All the while they were talking the new morality - Her eyes explored me. - And when I arose to go - Her fingers were like the tissue - Of a Japanese paper napkin. - - - - -Tempora - - - Io! Io! Tamuz! - The Dryad stands in my court-yard - With plaintive, querulous crying. - (Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!) - Oh, no, she is not crying: “Tamuz.” - She says, “May my poems be printed this week? - The god Pan is afraid to ask you, - May my poems be printed this week?” - - - - -Black Slippers: Bellotti - - - At the table beyond us - With her little suede slippers off, - With her white-stocking’d feet - Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin, - She converses: - _Connaissez-vous Ostende?_ - The gurgling Italian lady on the other side of the restaurant - Replies with a certain hauteur, - But I await with patience - To see how Celestine will re-enter her slippers. - She re-enters them with a groan. - - - - -Society - - - The family position was waning, - And on this account the little Aurelia, - Who had laughed on eighteen summers, - Now bears the palsied contact of Phidippus. - - - - -Image from D’Orleans - - - Young men riding in the street - In the bright new season - Spur without reason, - Causing their steeds to leap. - - And at the pace they keep - Their horses’ armoured feet - Strike sparks from the cobbled street - In the bright new season. - - - - -Papyrus - - - Spring ... - Too long ... - Gongula ... - - - - -“Ione, Dead the Long Year” - - - Empty are the ways, - Empty are the ways of this land - And the flowers - Bend over with heavy heads. - They bend in vain. - Empty are the ways of this land - Where Ione - Walked once, and now does not walk - - But seems like a person just gone. - - - - -Shop Girl - - - For a moment she rested against me - Like a swallow half blown to the wall, - And they talk of Swinburne’s women, - And the shepherdess meeting with Guido, - And the harlots of Baudelaire. - - - - -To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend - -AFTER VALERIUS CATULLUS - - - All Hail! young lady with a nose - by no means too small, - With a foot unbeautiful, - and with eyes that are not black, - With fingers that are not long, and with a mouth undry, - And with a tongue by no means too elegant, - You are the friend of Formianus, the vendor of cosmetics, - And they call you beautiful in the province, - And you are even compared to Lesbia. - - O most unfortunate age! - - - - -Tame Cat - - - “It rests me to be among beautiful women. - Why should one always lie about such matters? - - I repeat: - It rests me to converse with beautiful women - Even though we talk nothing but nonsense, - - The purring of the invisible antennæ - Is both stimulating and delightful.” - - - - -L’Art, 1910 - - - Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, - Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. - - - - -Simulacra - - - Why does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable age - Walk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly? - Why does the small child in the soiled-white imitation fur coat - Crawl in the very black gutter beneath the grape stand? - Why does the really handsome young woman approach me in Sackville Street - Undeterred by the manifest age of my trappings? - - - - -Women Before a Shop - - - The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them. - “Like to like nature”: these agglutinous yellows! - - - - -Epilogue - - - O chansons foregoing - You were a seven days’ wonder, - When you came out in the magazines - You created considerable stir in Chicago, - - And now you are stale and worn out, - You’re a very depleted fashion, - A hoop-skirt, a calash, - An homely, transient antiquity. - - Only emotion remains. - - Your emotions? - Are those of a maître-de-café. - - - - -The Social Order - - -I - - This government official, - Whose wife is several years his senior, - Has such a caressing air - When he shakes hands with young ladies. - - -II - -(Pompes Funèbres) - - This old lady, - Who was “so old that she was an atheist,” - Is now surrounded - By six candles and a crucifix, - While the second wife of a nephew - Makes hay with the things in her house. - Her two cats - Go before her into Avernus; - A sort of chloroformed suttee, - And it is to be hoped that their spirits will walk - With their tails up, - And with a plaintive, gentle mewing, - For it is certain that she has left on this earth - No sound - Save a squabble of female connections. - - - - -The Tea Shop - - - The girl in the tea shop - is not so beautiful as she was, - The August has worn against her. - She does not get up the stairs so eagerly, - Yes, she also will turn middle-aged, - And the glow of youth that she spread about us - as she brought us our muffins - Will be spread about us no longer. - She also will turn middle-aged. - - - - -Epitaphs - - -FU I - - Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill, - Alas, he died of alcohol. - - -LI PO - - And Li Po also died drunk. - He tried to embrace a moon - In the Yellow River. - - - - -Our Contemporaries - - - When the Taihaitian princess - Heard that he had decided, - She rushed out into the sunlight and swarmed up a cocoanut palm tree, - - But he returned to this island - And wrote ninety Petrarchan sonnets. - - NOTE.--Il s’agit d’un jeune poète qui a suivi le culte de Gauguin - jusqu’à Tahiti même (et qui vit encore). Étant fort bel homme, - quand la princesse bistre entendit qu’il voulait lui accorder ses - faveurs elle montra son allegresse de la façon dont nous venons de - parler. Malheureusement ses poèmes ne sont remplis que de ses - propres subjectivités, style Victorien de la “Georgian Anthology.” - - - - -Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic - - - So-shu dreamed, - And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly, - He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else, - - Hence his contentment. - - - - -The Three Poets - - - Candidia has taken a new lover - And three poets are gone into mourning. - The first has written a long elegy to “Chloris,” - To “Chloris chaste and cold,” his “only Chloris.” - The second has written a sonnet - upon the mutability of woman, - And the third writes an epigram to Candidia. - - - - -The Gipsy - - “_Est-ce que vous avez vu des autres--des camarades--avec des - singes ou des ours?_” - - A Stray Gipsy--A.D. 1912. - - - - - That was the top of the walk, when he said: - “Have you seen any others, any of our lot, - With apes or bears?” - --A brown upstanding fellow - Not like the half-castes, - up on the wet road near Clermont. - The wind came, and the rain, - And mist clotted about the trees in the valley, - And I’d the long ways behind me, - gray Arles and Biaucaire, - And he said, “Have you seen any of our lot?” - - I’d seen a lot of his lot ... - ever since Rhodez, - Coming down from the fair - of St. John, - With caravans, but never an ape or a bear. - - - - -The Game of Chess - -DOGMATIC STATEMENT CONCERNING THE GAME OF CHESS: THEME FOR A SERIES OF -PICTURES - - - Red knights, brown bishops, bright queens, - striking the board, falling in strong “L”s of colour, - Reaching and striking in angles, - holding lines in one colour. - This board is alive with light; - these pieces are living in form, - Their moves break and reform the pattern: - Luminous green from the rooks, - Clashing with “X”s of queens, - looped with the knight-leaps. - - “Y” pawns, cleaving, embanking! - Whirl! Centripetal! Mate! King down in the vortex, - Clash, leaping of bands, straight strips of hard colour, - Blocked lights working in. Escapes. Renewal of contest. - - - - -Provincia Deserta - - - At Rochecoart, - Where the hills part - in three ways, - And three valleys, full of winding roads, - Fork out to south and north, - There is a place of trees ... gray with lichen. - I have walked there - thinking of old days. - At Chalais - is a pleached arbour; - Old pensioners and old protected women - Have the right there-- - it is charity. - I have crept over old rafters, - peering down - Over the Dronne, - over a stream full of lilies. - Eastward the road lies, - Aubeterre is eastward, - With a garrulous old man at the inn. - - I know the roads in that place: - Mareuil to the north-east, - La Tour, - There are three keeps near Mareuil, - And an old woman, - glad to hear Arnaut, - Glad to lend one dry clothing. - - I have walked - into Perigord, - I have seen the torch-flames, high-leaping, - Painting the front of that church, - And, under the dark, whirling laughter. - I have looked back over the stream - and seen the high building, - Seen the long minarets, the white shafts. - I have gone in Ribeyrac - and in Sarlat, - I have climbed rickety stairs, heard talk of Croy, - Walked over En Bertran’s old layout, - Have seen Narbonne, and Cahors and Chalus, - Have seen Excideuil, carefully fashioned. - - I have said: - “Here such a one walked. - “Here Cœur-de-Lion was slain. - “Here was good singing. - “Here one man hastened his step. - “Here one lay panting.” - - I have looked south from Hautefort, - thinking of Montaignac, southward. - I have lain in Rocafixada, - level with sunset, - Have seen the copper come down - tinging the mountains, - I have seen the fields, pale, clear as an emerald, - Sharp peaks, high spurs, distant castles. - I have said: “The old roads have lain here. - “Men have gone by such and such valleys - “Where the great halls are closer together.” - I have seen Foix on its rock, seen Toulouse, and Arles greatly altered, - I have seen the ruined “Dorata.” - I have said: - “Riquier! Guido.” - I have thought of the second Troy, - Some little prized place in Auvergnat: - Two men tossing a coin, one keeping a castle, - One set on the highway to sing. - He sang a woman. - Auvergne rose to the song; - The Dauphin backed him. - “The castle to Austors!” - “Pieire kept the singing-- - “A fair man and a pleasant.” - He won the lady, - Stole her away for himself, kept her against armed force: - So ends that story. - That age is gone; - Pieire de Maensac is gone. - I have walked over these roads; - I have thought of them living. - - - - - -CATHAY - - FOR THE MOST PART FROM THE CHINESE OF RIHAKU, - FROM THE NOTES OF THE LATE ERNEST - FENOLLOSA, AND THE DECIPHERINGS - OF THE PROFESSORS MORI - AND ARIGA - - - - -Song of the Bowmen of Shu - - - Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots - And saying: When shall we get back to our country? - Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen, - We have no comfort because of these Mongols. - We grub the soft fern-shoots, - When anyone says “Return,” the others are full of sorrow. - Sorrowful minds, sorrow is strong, we are hungry and thirsty. - Our defence is not yet made sure, no one can let his friend return. - We grub the old fern-stalks. - We say: Will we be let to go back in October? - There is no ease in royal affairs, we have no comfort. - Our sorrow is bitter, but we would not return to our country. - What flower has come into blossom? - Whose chariot? The General’s. - Horses, his horses even, are tired. They were strong. - We have no rest, three battles a month. - By heaven, his horses are tired. - The generals are on them, the soldiers are by them - The horses are well trained, the generals have ivory arrows - and quivers ornamented with fish-skin. - The enemy is swift, we must be careful. - When we set out, the willows were drooping with spring, - We come back in the snow, - We go slowly, we are hungry and thirsty, - Our mind is full of sorrow, who will know of our grief? - - _By Bunno._ - _Very early._ - - - - -The Beautiful Toilet - - - Blue, blue is the grass about the river - And the willows have overfilled the close garden. - And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth, - White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door. - Slender, she puts forth a slender hand, - - And she was a courtezan in the old days, - And she has married a sot, - Who now goes drunkenly out - And leaves her too much alone. - - _By Mei Sheng._ - _B.C. 140._ - - - - -The River Song - - - This boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cut magnolia, - Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of gold - Fill full the sides in rows, and our wine - Is rich for a thousand cups. - We carry singing girls, drift with the drifting water, - Yet Sennin needs - A yellow stork for a charger, and all our seamen - Would follow the white gulls or ride them. - Kutsu’s prose song - Hangs with the sun and moon. - - King So’s terraced palace - is now but a barren hill, - But I draw pen on this barge - Causing the five peaks to tremble, - And I have joy in these words - like the joy of blue islands. - (If glory could last forever - Then the waters of Han would flow northward.) - And I have moped in the Emperor’s garden, awaiting an order-to-write! - I looked at the dragon-pond, with its willow-coloured water - Just reflecting the sky’s tinge, - And heard the five-score nightingales aimlessly singing. - - The eastern wind brings the green colour into the - island grasses at Yei-shu, - The purple house and the crimson are full of Spring softness. - South of the pond the willow-tips are half-blue and bluer, - Their cords tangle in mist, against the brocade-like palace. - Vine-strings a hundred feet long hang down from carved railings, - And high over the willows, the fine birds sing to each other, and listen, - Crying--“Kwan, Kuan,” for the early wind, and the feel of it. - The wind bundles itself into a bluish cloud and wanders off. - Over a thousand gates, over a thousand doors are - the sounds of spring singing, - And the Emperor is at Ko. - Five clouds hang aloft, bright on the purple sky, - The imperial guards come forth from the golden - house with their armour a-gleaming. - The Emperor in his jewelled car goes out to inspect his flowers, - He goes out to Hori, to look at the wing-flapping storks, - He returns by way of Sei rock, to hear the new nightingales, - For the gardens at Jo-run are full of new nightingales, - Their sound is mixed in this flute, - Their voice is in the twelve pipes here. - - _By Rihaku._ - _8th century A.D._ - - - - -The River-Merchant’s Wife: a Letter - - - While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead - I played about the front gate, pulling flowers - You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, - You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. - And we went on living in the village of Chokan: - Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. - - At fourteen I married My Lord you. - I never laughed, being bashful. - Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. - Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. - - At fifteen I stopped scowling, - I desired my dust to be mingled with yours - Forever and forever, and forever. - Why should I climb the look out? - - At sixteen you departed, - You went into far Ku-to-Yen, by the river of swirling eddies, - And you have been gone five months. - The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead. - You dragged your feet when you went out. - By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, - Too deep to clear them away! - The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. - The paired butterflies are already yellow with August - Over the grass in the West garden, - They hurt me. - I grow older, - If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, - Please let me know beforehand, - And I will come out to meet you, - As far as Cho-fu-Sa. - - _By Rihaku._ - - - - -The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance - - - The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew, - It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings, - And I let down the crystal curtain - And watch the moon through the clear autumn. - - _By Rihaku._ - - NOTE.--Jewel stairs, therefore a palace. Grievance, therefore there - is something to complain of. Gauze stockings, therefore a court - lady, not a servant who complains. Clear autumn, therefore he has - no excuse on account of weather. Also she has come early, for the - dew has not merely whitened the stairs, but has soaked her - stockings. The poem is especially prized because she utters no - direct reproach. - - - - -Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin - - - March has come to the bridge head, - Peach boughs and apricot boughs hang over a thousand gates, - At morning there are flowers to cut the heart, - And evening drives them on the eastward-flowing waters. - Petals are on the gone waters and on the going, - And on the back-swirling eddies, - But to-day’s men are not the men of the old days, - Though they hang in the same way over the bridge-rail. - - The sea’s colour moves at the dawn - And the princes still stand in rows, about the throne, - And the moon falls over the portals of Sei-go-yo, - And clings to the walls and the gate-top. - With head gear glittering against the cloud and sun, - The lords go forth from the court, and into far borders. - They ride upon dragon-like horses, - Upon horses with head-trappings of yellow metal, - And the streets make way for their passage. - Haughty their passing, - Haughty their steps as they go into great banquets, - To high halls and curious food, - To the perfumed air and girls dancing, - To clear flutes and clear singing; - To the dance of the seventy couples; - To the mad chase through the gardens. - Night and day are given over to pleasure - And they think it will last a thousand autumns, - Unwearying autumns. - For them the yellow dogs howl portents in vain, - And what are they compared to the lady - Riokushu, - That was cause of hate! - Who among them is a man like Han-rei - Who departed alone with his mistress, - With her hair unbound, and he his own skiffsman! - - _By Rihaku._ - - - - -Lament of the Frontier Guard - - - By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand, - Lonely from the beginning of time until now! - Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn. - I climb the towers and towers - to watch out the barbarous land: - Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert. - There is no wall left to this village. - Bones white with a thousand frosts, - High heaps, covered with trees and grass; - Who brought this to pass? - Who has brought the flaming imperial anger? - Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums? - Barbarous kings. - A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn, - A turmoil of wars-men, spread over the middle kingdom, - Three hundred and sixty thousand, - And sorrow, sorrow like rain. - Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow returning, - Desolate, desolate fields, - And no children of warfare upon them, - No longer the men for offence and defence. - Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the - North Gate, - With Rihoku’s name forgotten, - And we guardsmen fed to the tigers. - - _By Rihaku._ - - - - -Exile’s Letter - - - To So-Kin of Rakuyo, ancient friend, Chancellor of Gen. - Now I remember that you built me a special tavern - By the south side of the bridge at Ten-Shin. - With yellow gold and white jewels, we paid for songs and laughter - And we were drunk for month on month, forgetting the kings and princes. - Intelligent men came drifting in from the sea and from the west border, - And with them, and with you especially - There was nothing at cross purpose, - And they made nothing of sea-crossing or of mountain crossing, - If only they could be of that fellowship, - And we all spoke out our hearts and minds, and without regret. - - And then I was sent off to South Wei, - smothered in laurel groves, - And you to the north of Raku-hoku, - Till we had nothing but thoughts and memories in common. - And then, when separation had come to its worst, - We met, and travelled into Sen-Go, - Through all the thirty-six folds of the turning and twisting waters, - Into a valley of the thousand bright flowers, - That was the first valley; - And into ten thousand valleys full of voices and pine-winds. - And with silver harness and reins of gold, - Out come the East of Kan foreman and his company. - And there came also the “True man” of Shi-yo to meet me, - Playing on a jewelled mouth-organ. - In the storied houses of San-Ko they gave us more Sennin music, - Many instruments, like the sound of young phoenix broods. - The foreman of Kan Chu, drunk, danced - because his long sleeves wouldn’t - keep still - With that music playing. - And I, wrapped in brocade, went to sleep with my head on his lap, - And my spirit so high it was all over the heavens, - And before the end of the day we were scattered like stars, or rain. - I had to be off to So, far away over the waters, - You back to your river-bridge. - - And your father, who was brave as a leopard, - Was governor in Hei Shu, and put down the barbarian rabble. - And one May he had you send for me, - despite the long distance. - And what with broken wheels and so on, I won’t say it wasn’t hard going, - Over roads twisted like sheep’s guts. - And I was still going, late in the year, - in the cutting wind from the North, - And thinking how little you cared for the cost, - and you caring enough to pay it. - And what a reception: - Red jade cups, food well set on a blue jewelled table, - And I was drunk, and had no thought of returning. - And you would walk out with me to the western corner of the castle, - To the dynastic temple, with water about it clear as blue jade, - With boats floating, and the sound of mouth-organs and drums, - With ripples like dragon-scales, going grass green on the water, - Pleasure lasting, with courtezans, going and coming without hindrance, - With the willow flakes falling like snow, - And the vermilioned girls getting drunk about sunset, - And the water a hundred feet deep reflecting green eyebrows - --Eyebrows painted green are a fine sight in young moonlight, - Gracefully painted-- - And the girls singing back at each other, - Dancing in transparent brocade, - And the wind lifting the song, and interrupting it, - Tossing it up under the clouds. - And all this comes to an end. - And is not again to be met with. - I went up to the court for examination, - Tried Layu’s luck, offered the Choyo song, - And got no promotion, - and went back to the East Mountains - white-headed. - And once again, later, we met at the South bridge-head. - And then the crowd broke up, you went north to - San palace, - And if you ask how I regret that parting: - It is like the flowers falling at Spring’s end - Confused, whirled in a tangle. - What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking, - There is no end of things in the heart. - I call in the boy, - Have him sit on his knees here - To seal this, - And send it a thousand miles, thinking. - - _By Rihaku._ - - - - -_From Rihaku_ - -FOUR POEMS OF DEPARTURE - - _Light rain is on the light dust - The willows of the inn-yard - Will be going greener and greener, - But you, Sir, had better take wine ere your departure, - For you will have no friends about you - When you come to the gates of Go._ - - - - -Separation on the River Kiang - - - Ko-jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro, - The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river. - His lone sail blots the far sky. - And now I see only the river, - The long Kiang, reaching heaven. - - - - -Taking Leave of a Friend - - - Blue mountains to the north of the walls, - White river winding about them; - Here we must make separation - And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass. - Mind like a floating wide cloud. - Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances - Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. - Our horses neigh to each other - as we are departing. - - - - -Leave-taking near Shoku - - RIGHT - “_Sanso, King of Shoku, built roads._” - - - They say the roads of Sanso are steep, - Sheer as the mountains. - The walls rise in a man’s face, - Clouds grow out of the hill - at his horse’s bridle. - Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin, - Their trunks burst through the paving, - And freshets are bursting their ice - in the midst of Shoku, a proud city. - - Men’s fates are already set, - There is no need of asking diviners. - - - - -The City of Choan - - - The phœnix are at play on their terrace. - The phœnix are gone, the river flows on alone. - Flowers and grass - Cover over the dark path - where lay the dynastic house of the Go. - The bright cloths and bright caps of Shin - Are now the base of old hills. - - The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven, - The isle of White Heron - splits the two streams apart. - Now the high clouds cover the sun - And I can not see Choan afar - And I am sad. - - - - -South-Folk in Cold Country - - - The Dai horse neighs against the bleak wind of Etsu, - The birds of Etsu have no love for En, in the north, - Emotion is born out of habit. - Yesterday we went out of the Wild-Goose gate, - To-day from the Dragon-Pen.[B] - Surprised. Desert turmoil. Sea sun. - Flying snow bewilders the barbarian heaven. - Lice swarm like ants over our accoutrements. - Mind and spirit drive on the feathery banners. - Hard fight gets no reward. - Loyalty is hard to explain. - Who will be sorry for General Rishogu, - the swift moving, - Whose white head is lost for this province? - - [B] _I.e._, we have been warring from one end of the empire to the - other, now east, now west, on each border. - - - - -Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku - - - The red and green kingfishers - flash between the orchids and clover, - One bird casts its gleam on another. - - Green vines hang through the high forest, - They weave a whole roof to the mountain, - The lone man sits with shut speech, - He purrs and pats the clear strings. - - He throws his heart up through the sky, - He bites through the flower pistil - and brings up a fine fountain. - The red-pine-tree god looks on him and wonders. - He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin, - He takes “Floating Hill”[C] by the sleeve, - He claps his hand on the back of the great water sennin. - - But you, you dam’d crowd of gnats, - Can you even tell the age of a turtle? - - [C] Name of a sennin. - - - - -A Ballad of the Mulberry Road - - RIGHT - (_Fenollosa MSS., very early._) - - - The sun rises in south east corner of things - To look on the tall house of the Shin - For they have a daughter named Rafu, - (pretty girl) - She made the name for herself: “Gauze Veil,” - For she feeds mulberries to silkworms, - She gets them by the south wall of the - town. - - With green strings she makes the warp of her basket, - She makes the shoulder-straps of her basket - from the boughs of Katsura, - And she piles her hair up on the left side of her head-piece. - - Her earrings are made of pearl, - Her underskirt is of green pattern-silk, - Her overskirt is the same silk dyed in purple, - And when men going by look on Rafu - They set down their burdens, - They stand and twirl their moustaches. - - - - -Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu - - -I. - - The narrow streets cut into the wide highway at Choan, - Dark oxen, white horses, - drag on the seven coaches with outriders. - The coaches are perfumed wood, - The jewelled chair is held up at the crossway, - Before the royal lodge - a glitter of golden saddles, awaiting the princess, - They eddy before the gate of the barons. - The canopy embroidered with dragons - drinks in and casts back the sun. - - Evening comes. - The trappings are bordered with mist. - The hundred cords of mist are spread through - and double the trees, - Night birds, and night women, - spread out their sounds through the gardens. - - -II. - - Birds with flowery wing, hovering butterflies - crowd over the thousand gates, - Trees that glitter like jade, - terraces tinged with silver, - The seed of a myriad hues, - A net-work of arbours and passages and covered ways, - Double towers, winged roofs, - border the net-work of ways: - A place of felicitous meeting. - Riu’s house stands out on the sky, - with glitter of colour - As Butei of Kan had made the high golden lotus - to gather his dews, - Before it another house which I do not know: - How shall we know all the friends - whom we meet on strange roadways? - - - - -To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud” - - “Wet springtime,” says To-em-mei, - “Wet spring in the garden.” - - -I. - - The clouds have gathered, and gathered, - and the rain falls and falls, - The eight ply of the heavens - are all folded into one darkness, - And the wide, flat road stretches out. - I stop in my room toward the East, quiet, quiet, - I pat my new cask of wine. - My friends are estranged, or far distant, - I bow my head and stand still. - - -II. - - Rain, rain, and the clouds have gathered, - The eight ply of the heavens are darkness, - The flat land is turned into river. - “Wine, wine, here is wine!” - I drink by my eastern window. - I think of talking and man, - And no boat, no carriage, approaches. - - -III. - - The trees in my east-looking garden - are bursting out with new twigs, - They try to stir new affection, - - And men say the sun and moon keep on moving - because they can’t find a soft seat. - - The birds flutter to rest in my tree, - and I think I have heard them saying, - “It is not that there are no other men - But we like this fellow the best, - But however we long to speak - He can not know of our sorrow.” - - _T’ao Yuan Ming._ - _A.D. 365-427._ - - -END OF CATHAY - - - - -Near Perigord - - RIGHT - _A Perigord, pres del muralh_ - _Tan que i puosch ’om gitar ab malh._ - - - You’d have men’s hearts up from the dust - And tell their secrets, Messire Cino, - Right enough? Then read between the lines - of Uc St. Cire, - Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale. - - Bertrans, En Bertrans, left a fine canzone: - “Maent, I love you, you have turned me out. - The voice at Montfort, Lady Agnes’ hair, - Bel Miral’s stature, the vicountess’ throat, - Set all together, are not worthy of you ...” - And all the while you sing out that canzone, - Think you that Maent lived at Montaignac, - One at Chalais, another at Malemort - Hard over Brive--for every lady a castle, - Each place strong. - - Oh, _is_ it easy enough? - Tairiran held hall in Montaignac, - His brother-in-law was all there was of power - In Perigord, and this good union - Gobbled all the land, and held it later - for some hundreds years. - And our En Bertrans was in Altafort, - Hub of the wheel, the stirrer-up of strife, - As caught by Dante in the last wallow of hell-- - The headless trunk “that made its head a lamp.” - For separation wrought out separation, - And he who set the strife between brother and brother - And had his way with the old English king, - Viced in such torture for the “counterpass.” - - How would you live, with neighbours set about you-- - Poictiers and Brive, untaken Rochechouart, - Spread like the finger-tips of one frail hand; - And you on that great mountain of a palm-- - Not a neat ledge, not Foix between its streams, - But one huge back half-covered up with pine, - Worked for and snatched from the string-purse of Born-- - The four round towers, four brothers--mostly fools: - What could he do but play the desperate chess, - And stir old grudges? - “Pawn your castles, lords! - Let the Jews pay.” - And the great scene-- - (That, maybe, never happened!) - Beaten at last, - Before the hard old king: - “Your son, ah, since he died - My wit and worth are cobwebs brushed aside - In the full flare of grief. Do what you will.” - - Take the whole man, and ravel out the story. - He loved this lady in castle Montaignac? - The castle flanked him--he had need of it. - You read to-day, how long the overlords of Perigord, - The Talleyrands, have held the place, it was no transient fiction. - And Maent failed him? Or saw through the scheme? - - And all his net-like thought of new alliance? - Chalais is high, a-level with the poplars. - Its lowest stones just meet the valley tips - Where the low Dronne is filled with water-lilies. - And Rochecouart can match it, stronger yet, - The very spur’s end, built on sheerest cliff, - And Malemort keeps its close hold on Brive, - While Born his own close purse, his rabbit warren, - His subterranean chamber with a dozen doors, - A-bristle with antennae to feel roads, - To sniff the traffic into Perigord. - And that hard phalanx, that unbroken line, - The ten good miles from thence to Maent’s castle, - All of his flank--how could he do without her? - And all the road to Cahors, to Toulouse? - What would he do without her? - - “Papiol, - Go forthright singing--Anhes, Cembelins. - There is a throat; ah, there are two white hands; - There is a trellis full of early roses, - And all my heart is bound about with love. - Where am I come with compound flatteries-- - What doors are open to fine compliment?” - And every one half jealous of Maent? - He wrote the catch to pit their jealousies - Against her, give her pride in them? - - Take his own speech, make what you will of it-- - And still the knot, the first knot, of Maent? - - Is it a love poem? Did he sing of war? - Is it an intrigue to run subtly out, - Born of a jongleur’s tongue, freely to pass - Up and about and in and out the land, - Mark him a craftsman and a strategist? - (St. Leider had done as much at Polhonac, - Singing a different stave, as closely hidden.) - Oh, there is precedent, legal tradition, - To sing one thing when your song means another, - “_Et albirar ab lor bordon_--” - Foix’ count knew that. What is Sir Bertrans’ singing? - - Maent, Maent, and yet again Maent, - Or war and broken heaumes and politics? - - -II - - End fact. Try fiction, Let us say we see - En Bertrans, a tower-room at Hautefort, - Sunset, the ribbon-like road lies, in red cross-light, - South toward Montaignac, and he bends at a table - Scribbling, swearing between his teeth, by his left hand - Lie little strips of parchment covered over, - Scratched and erased with _al_ and _ochaisos_. - Testing his list of rhymes, a lean man? Bilious? - With a red straggling beard? - And the green cat’s-eye lifts toward Montaignac. - - Or take his “magnet” singer setting out, - Dodging his way past Aubeterre, singing at Chalais - - In the vaulted hall, - Or, by a lichened tree at Rochecouart - Aimlessly watching a hawk above the valleys, - Waiting his turn in the mid-summer evening, - Thinking of Aelis, whom he loved heart and soul ... - To find her half alone, Montfort away, - And a brown, placid, hated woman visiting her, - Spoiling his visit, with a year before the next one. - Little enough? - Or carry him forward. “Go through all the courts, - My Magnet,” Bertrand had said. - - We came to Ventadour - In the mid love court, he sings out the canzon, - No one hears save Arrimon Luc D’Esparo-- - No one hears aught save the gracious sound of compliments. - Sir Arrimon counts on his fingers, Montfort, - Rochecouart, Chalais, the rest, the tactic, - Malemort, guesses beneath, sends word to Cœur de Lion: - - The compact, de Born smoked out, trees felled - About his castle, cattle driven out! - Or no one sees it, and En Bertrans prospered? - - And ten years after, or twenty, as you will, - Arnaut and Richard lodge beneath Chalus: - The dull round towers encroaching on the field, - The tents tight drawn, horses at tether - Further and out of reach, the purple night, - The crackling of small fires, the bannerets, - The lazy leopards on the largest banner, - Stray gleams on hanging mail, an armourer’s torch-flare - Melting on steel. - - And in the quietest space - They probe old scandals, say de Born is dead; - And we’ve the gossip (skipped six hundred years). - Richard shall die to-morrow--leave him there - Talking of _trobar clus_ with Daniel. - And the “best craftsman” sings out his friend’s song, - Envies its vigour ... and deplores the technique, - Dispraises his own skill?--That’s as you will. - And they discuss the dead man, - Plantagenet puts the riddle: “Did he love her?” - And Arnaut parries: “Did he love your sister? - True, he has praised her, but in some opinion - He wrote that praise only to show he had - The favour of your party, had been well received.” - - “You knew the man.” - “_You_ knew the man.” - “I am an artist, you have tried both métiers.” - “You were born near him.” - “Do we know our friends?” - “Say that he saw the castles, say that he loved Maent!” - “Say that he loved her, does it solve the riddle?” - End the discussion, Richard goes out next day - And gets a quarrel-bolt shot through his vizard, - Pardons the bowman, dies, - - Ends our discussion. Arnaut ends - “In sacred odour”--(that’s apocryphal!) - And we can leave the talk till Dante writes: - _Surely I saw, and still before my eyes_ - _Goes on that headless trunk, that bears for light_ - _Its own head swinging, gripped by the dead hair,_ - _And like a swinging lamp that says, “Ah me!_ - _I severed men, my head and heart_ - _Ye see here severed, my life’s counterpart.”_ - - Or take En Bertrans? - - -III - - RIGHT - _Ed eran due in uno, ed uno in due._ - Inferno, XXVIII, 125. - - “Bewildering spring, and by the Auvezere - Poppies and day’s-eyes in the green émail - Rose over us; and we knew all that stream, - And our two horses had traced out the valleys; - Knew the low flooded lands squared out with poplars, - In the young days when the deep sky befriended. - And great wings beat above us in the twilight, - And the great wheels in heaven - Bore us together ... surging ... and apart ... - Believing we should meet with lips and hands. - - High, high and sure ... and then the counter-thrust: - ‘Why do you love me? Will you always love me? - But I am like the grass, I can not love you.’ - Or, ‘Love, and I love and love you, - And hate your mind, not _you_, your soul, your hands.’ - - So to this last estrangement, Tairiran! - - There shut up in his castle, Tairiran’s, - She who had nor ears nor tongue save in her hands, - Gone--ah, gone--untouched, unreachable! - She who could never live save through one person, - She who could never speak save to one person, - And all the rest of her a shifting change, - A broken bundle of mirrors ...!” - - - - -Villanelle: the Psychological Hour - - - I had over-prepared the event, - that much was ominous. - With middle-ageing care - I had laid out just the right books. - I had almost turned down the pages. - - _Beauty is so rare a thing._ - _So few drink of my fountain._ - - So much barren regret, - So many hours wasted! - And now I watch, from the window, - the rain, the wandering busses. - - “Their little cosmos is shaken”-- - the air is alive with that fact. - In their parts of the city - they are played on by diverse forces. - How do I know? - Oh, I know well enough. - For them there is something afoot. - - As for me: - I had over-prepared the event-- - - _Beauty is so rare a thing._ - _So few drink of my fountain._ - - Two friends: a breath of the forest ... - Friends? Are people less friends - because one has lust, at least, found them? - Twice they promised to come. - “_Between the night and morning?_” - - _Beauty would drink of my mind._ - Youth would awhile forget - my youth is gone from me. - - -II - - (“Speak up! You have danced so stiffly? - Someone admired your works, - And said so frankly. - - “Did you talk like a fool, - The first night? - The second evening?” - - “_But_ they promised again: - ‘To-morrow at tea-time.’”) - - -III - - Now the third day is here-- - no word from either; - No word from her nor him, - Only another man’s note: - “Dear Pound, I am leaving England.” - - - - -Dans un Omnibus de Londres - - - Les yeux d’une morte aimée - M’ont salué, - Enchassés dans un visage stupide - Dont tous les autres traits étaient banals, - Ils m’ont salué - - Et alors je vis bien des choses - Au dedans de ma mémoire - Remuer, - S’éveiller. - - Je vis des canards sur le bord d’un lac minuscule, - Auprès d’un petit enfant gai, bossu. - - Je vis les colonnes anciennes en “toc” - Du Parc Monceau, - Et deux petites filles graciles, - Des patriciennes, - aux toisons couleur de lin, - Et des pigeonnes - Grasses - comme des poulardes. - - Je vis le parc, - Et tous les gazons divers - Où nous avions loué des chaises - Pour quatre sous. - - Je vis les cygnes noirs, - Japonais, - Leurs ailes - Teintées de couleur sang-de-dragon, - - Et toutes les fleurs - D’Armenonville. - - Les yeux d’une morte - M’ont salué. - - - - -To a Friend Writing on Cabaret Dancers - - RIGHT - “_Breathe not the word to-morrow in her ears._” - Vir Quidem, on Dancers. - - - Good “Hedgethorn,” for we’ll anglicize your name - Until the last slut’s hanged and the last pig disemboweled, - Seeing your wife is charming and your child - Sings in the open meadow--at least the kodak says so-- - My good fellow, you, on a cabaret silence - And the dancers, you write a sonnet, - Say “Forget To-morrow,” being of all men - The most prudent, orderly, and decorous! - - “Pepita” has no to-morrow, so you write. - - Pepita has such to-morrows: with the hands puffed out, - The pug-dog’s features encrusted with tallow - Sunk in a frowsy collar--an unbrushed black. - She will not bathe too often, but her jewels - Will be a stuffy, opulent sort of fungus - Spread on both hands and on the up-pushed bosom-- - It juts like a shelf between the jowl and corset. - - Have you, or I seen most of cabarets, good Hedgethorn? - - Here’s Pepita, tall and slim as an Egyptian mummy, - Marsh-cranberries, the ribbed and angular pods - Flare up with scarlet orange on stiff stalks - And so Pepita - flares on the crowded stage before our tables - Or slithers about between the dishonest waiters-- - - “_Carmen est maigre, un trait de bistre_ - _Cerne son œil de gitana_” - - And “rend la flamme” - you know the deathless verses. - I search the features, the avaricious features - Pulled by the kohl and rouge out of resemblance-- - Six pence the object for a change of passion. - - “Write me a poem.” - Come now, my dear Pepita, - “-ita, bonita, chiquita,” - that’s what you mean you advertising spade, - Or take the intaglio, my fat great-uncle’s heirloom: - Cupid, astride a phallus with two wings, - Swinging a cat-o’-nine-tails. - No. Pepita, - I have seen through the crust. - I don’t know what you look like - But your smile pulls one way - and your painted grin another, - While that cropped fool, - that tom-boy who can’t earn her living. - Come, come to-morrow, - To-morrow in ten years at the latest, - She will be drunk in the ditch, but you, Pepita, - Will be quite rich, quite plump, with pug-bitch features, - With a black tint staining your cuticle, - Prudent and svelte Pepita. - “Poète, writ me a poème!” - Spanish and Paris, love of the arts part of your - geisha-culture! - - Euhenia, in short skirts, slaps her wide stomach, - Pulls up a roll of fat for the pianist, - “Pauvre femme maigre!” she says. - He sucks his chop bone, - That some one else has paid for, - grins up an amiable grin, - Explains the decorations. - Good Hedgethorn, they all have futures, - All these people. - Old Popkoff - Will dine next week with Mrs. Basil, - Will meet a duchess and an ex-diplomat’s widow - From Weehawken--who has never known - Any but “Majesties” and Italian nobles. - - Euhenia will have a _fonda_ in Orbajosa. - The amorous nerves will give way to digestive; - “Delight thy soul in fatness,” saith the preacher. - We can’t preserve the elusive “_mica salis_,” - It may last well in these dark northern climates, - Nell Gwynn’s still here, despite the reformation, - And Edward’s mistresses still light the stage, - A glamour of classic youth in their deportment. - The prudent whore is not without her future, - Her bourgeois dulness is deferred. - Her present dulness.... - - Oh well, her present dulness.... - - Now in Venice, ‘Storante al Giardino, I went early, - Saw the performers come: him, her, the baby, - A quiet and respectable-tawdry trio; - An hour later: a show of calves and spangles, - - “_Un e due fanno tre_,” - Night after night, - No change, no change of program, “_Chè!_ - _La donna è mobile._” - - - - -Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus - -(_Ex libris Graecae_) - - -I - - Theodorus will be pleased at my death, - And someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodorus, - And yet everyone speaks evil of death. - -II - - This place is the Cyprian’s, for she has ever the fancy - To be looking out across the bright sea, - Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves - Keep small with reverence, beholding her image. - - _Anyte._ - - -III - - A sad and great evil is the expectation of death-- - And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral; - Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead - For after death there comes no other calamity. - - _Palladas._ - - -IV - -_Troy_ - - Whither, O city, are your profits and your gilded shrines, - And your barbecues of great oxen, - And the tall women walking your streets, in gilt clothes, - With their perfumes in little alabaster boxes? - Where is the work of your home-born sculptors? - - Time’s tooth is into the lot, and war’s and fate’s too. - Envy has taken your all, - Save your douth and your story. - - _Agathas Scholasticus._ - - -V - - Woman? 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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: Lustra of Ezra Pound - -Author: Ezra Pound - -Release Date: September 16, 2017 [EBook #55564] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND *** - - - - -Produced by Chuck Greif, ellinora, Bryan Ness and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net -(This file was produced from images generously made -available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="357" height="500" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<p class="c">LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_001" id="page_001"></a>{1}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_002" id="page_002"></a>{2}</span> </p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i_frontis_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i_frontis_sml.jpg" width="397" height="500" alt="[Image unavailable: From photo portrait by Alvin Langdon Coburn. - -EZRA POUND.]" /></a> -<br /><br /> -<span class="caption">EZRA POUND.</span> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_003" id="page_003"></a>{3}</span></p> - -<h1>L U S T R A</h1> - -<p class="c"> -OF<br /> - -EZRA POUND<br /> -</p> - -<div class="poetry1"><div class="poem"> -<i>Definition</i>—“<span class="smcap">Lustrum</span>: an offering for the sins of the whole<br /> -people, made by the censors at the expiration of their<br /> -five years of office.”<br /> - -<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Elementary Latin Dictionary of Charlton T. Lewis.</i></span></span><br /> -</div></div> - -<p class="c"><small> -LONDON<br /> -ELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREET<br /> -M CM XVI</small><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a>{4}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry1"><div class="poem"> -<span class="smcap">Certain</span> of these poems have appeared in <i>Poetry</i>, <i>Blast</i>, <i>Poetry<br /> -and Drama</i>, <i>Smart Set</i>, and <i>Others</i>, to the editors of which<br /> -magazines the author wishes to make due acknowledgment. - -<p class="r"> -E. P.</p> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a>{5}</span></p> - -<p class="c"> -V. L.<br /> -<br /> -<i>Cui dono lepidum novum libellum.</i><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a>{6}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a>{7}</span> </p> - -<h2><a name="Contents" id="Contents"></a>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td> </td><td class="rt"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Tenzone">Tenzone</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_009">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_condolence">The Condolence</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_010">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_garret">The Garret</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_011">11</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_garden">The Garden</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_012">12</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ortus">Ortus</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_013">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Salutation">Salutation</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_014">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_spring">The Spring</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_015">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Albatre">Albâtre</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Causa">Causa</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#A_pact">A Pact</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_017">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Surgit_fama">Surgit Fama</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_018">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Preference">Preference</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_019">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Dance_figure">Dance Figure</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_020">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#April">April</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_022">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Gentildonna">Gentildonna</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_022">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_rest">The Rest</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_023">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Les_millwin">Les Millwin</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_024">24</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Further_instructions">Further Instructions</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_025">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#A_song_of_the_degrees">A Song of the Degrees</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_026">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ite">Ite</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Dum_capitolium_scandet">Dum Capitolium Scandet</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Greek">καλὀν</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_study_in_aesthetics">The Study in Aesthetics</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_028">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_bellaires">The Bellaires</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_029">29</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Salvationists">Salvationists</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_032">32</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Arides">Arides</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_033">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_bath_tub">The Bath Tub</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_033">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Amities">Amitiés</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_034">34</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#To_dives">To Dives</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_035">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ladies">Ladies</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_036">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Coda">Coda</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_037">37</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ancora">Ancora</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_038">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#A_translation">“Dompna pois de me no’us cal”</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_039">39</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_coming_of_war_actaeon">The Coming of War: Actaeon</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_042">42</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#After_chu_yuan">After Ch’u Yuan</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_043">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Liu_che">Liu Ch’e</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_043">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Fan-piece_for_her_imperial_lord">Fan-piece, for her Imperial Lord</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_044">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Tsai_chih">Ts’ai Chi’h</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_044">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#In_a_station_of_the_metro">In a Station of the Metro</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_045">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Alba">Alba</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_045">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Heather">Heather</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_045">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_faun">The Faun</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_046">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Pervigilium">Pervigilium</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_046">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_encounter">The Encounter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_047">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Tempora">Tempora</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_047">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Black_slippers_bellotti">Black Slippers: Bellotti</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_048">48</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Society">Society</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_048">48</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Image_from_dorleans">Image from D’Orleans</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_049">49</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Papyrus">Papyrus</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_049">49</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ione_dead_the_long_year">“Ione, Dead the Long Year”</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_050">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Shop_girl">Shop Girl</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_050">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#To_formianus_young_lady_friend">To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_051">51</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Tame_cat">Tame Cat</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_052">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Lart_1910">L’Art, 1910</a></td><td class="rt"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a>{8}</span><a href="#page_052">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Simulacra">Simulacra</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_053">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Women_before_a_shop">Women before a Shop</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_053">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Epilogue">Epilogue</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_054">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_social_order">The Social Order</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_055">55</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_tea_shop">The Tea Shop</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_056">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Epitaphs">Epitaphs</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_057">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Our_contemporaries">Our Contemporaries</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_057">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Ancient_wisdom_rather_cosmic">Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_058">58</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_three_poets">The Three Poets</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_058">58</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_gipsy">The Gipsy</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_059">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_game_of_chess">The Game of Chess</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_060">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Provincia_deserta">Provincia Deserta</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_061">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td><span class="smcap">Cathay</span></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Song_of_the_bowmen_of_shu">Song of the Bowmen of Shu</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_067">67</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_beautiful_toilet">The Beautiful Toilet</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_069">69</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_river_song">The River Song</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_070">70</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_river-merchants_wife_a_letter">The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_073">73</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#The_jewel_stairs_grievance">The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_075">75</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Poem_by_the_bridge_at_ten-shin">Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_076">76</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Lament_of_the_frontier_guard">Lament of the Frontier Guard</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_078">78</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Exiles_letter">Exile’s Letter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_080">80</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Four Poems of Departure</td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#Separation_on_the_river_kiang">Separation on the River Kiang</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_085">85</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#Taking_leave_of_a_friend">Taking Leave of a Friend</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_085">85</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#Leave-taking_near_shoku">Leave-taking near Shoku</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_086">86</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#The_city_of_choan">The City of Choan</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_087">87</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft"><a href="#South-folk_in_cold_country">South Folk in Cold Country</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_088">88</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Sennin_poem_by_kakuhaku">Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_089">89</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#A_ballad_of_the_mulberry_road">A Ballad of the Mulberry Road</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_090">90</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Old_idea_of_choan_by_rosoriu">Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_091">91</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#To-em-meis_the_unmoving_cloud">To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud”</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_093">93</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Near_perigord">Near Perigord</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_095">95</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Villanelle_the_psychological_hour">Villanelle: The Psychological Hour</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_104">104</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Dans_un_omnibus_de_londres">Dans un Omnibus de Londres</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_107">107</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#To_a_friend_writing_on_cabaret_dancers">To a Friend Writing on Cabaret Dancers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_109">109</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Homage_to_quintus_septimius_florentis_christianus">Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_113">113</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#Fish_and_the_shadow">Fish and the Shadow</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_115">115</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a>{9}</span></p> - -<h1>LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND</h1> - -<h2><a name="Tenzone" id="Tenzone"></a>Tenzone</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Will</span> people accept them?<br /></span> -<span class="i8">(i.e. these songs).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a timorous wench from a centaur<br /></span> -<span class="i8">(or a centurion),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already they flee, howling in terror.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Will they be touched with the verisimilitudes?<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Their virgin stupidity is untemptable.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I beg you, my friendly critics,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not set about to procure me an audience.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I mate with my free kind upon the crags;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">the hidden recesses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have heard the echo of my heels,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">in the cool light,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">in the darkness.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a>{10}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_condolence" id="The_condolence"></a>The Condolence</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>A mis soledades voy,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>De mis soledades vengo,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Porque por andar conmigo</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Mi bastan mis pensamientos.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8">Lope de Vega.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">my</span> fellow sufferers, songs of my youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lot of asses praise you because you are “virile,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We, you, I! We are “Red Bloods”!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imagine it, my fellow sufferers—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our maleness lifts us out of the ruck,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Who’d have foreseen it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O my fellow sufferers, we went out under the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were in especial bored with male stupidity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We went forth gathering delicate thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our “<i>fantastikon</i>” delighted to serve us.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were not exasperated with women,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">for the female is ductile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now you hear what is said to us:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are compared to that sort of person<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wanders about announcing his sex<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if he had just discovered it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us leave this matter, my songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">and return to that which concerns us.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a>{11}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_garret" id="The_garret"></a>The Garret</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span> let us pity those who are better off than we are.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, my friend, and remember<br /></span> -<span class="i6">that the rich have butlers and no friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we have friends and no butlers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come let us pity the married and the unmarried.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dawn enters with little feet<br /></span> -<span class="i6">like a gilded Pavlova,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am near my desire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor has life in it aught better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than this hour of clear coolness,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">the hour of waking together.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a>{12}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_garden" id="The_garden"></a>The Garden</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>En robe de parade.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6">Samain.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Like</span> a skein of loose silk blown against a wall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she is dying piece-meal<br /></span> -<span class="i8">of a sort of emotional anæmia.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And round about there is a rabble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shall inherit the earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In her is the end of breeding.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She would like someone to speak to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is almost afraid that I<br /></span> -<span class="i8">will commit that indiscretion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a>{13}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ortus" id="Ortus"></a>Ortus</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">How</span> have I laboured?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How have I not laboured<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bring her soul to birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give these elements a name and a centre!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She has no name, and no place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give her a name and her being!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Surely you are bound and entwined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are mingled with the elements unborn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have loved a stream and a shadow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I beseech you enter your life.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I beseech you learn to say “I”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I question you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you are no part, but a whole;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No portion, but a being.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a>{14}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Salutation" id="Salutation"></a>Salutation</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O generation</span> of the thoroughly smug<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and thoroughly uncomfortable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen them with untidy families,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen their smiles full of teeth<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and heard ungainly laughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I am happier than you are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they were happier than I am;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fish swim in the lake<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and do not even own clothing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a>{15}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_spring" id="The_spring"></a>The Spring</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cydonian</span> spring with her attendant train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Maelids and water-girls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throughout this sylvan place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spreads the bright tips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every vine-stock is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clad in new brilliancies.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">And wild desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falls like black lightning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O bewildered heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though every branch have back what last year lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She, who moved here amid the cyclamen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a>{16}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Albatre" id="Albatre"></a>Albâtre</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a peignoir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the delicate white feet of her little white dog<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are not more delicate than she is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts in whiteness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As she sits in the great chair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the two indolent candles.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Causa" id="Causa"></a>Causa</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I join these words for four people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some others may overhear them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O world, I am sorry for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You do not know these four people.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a>{17}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_pact" id="A_pact"></a>A Pact</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I make</span> a pact with you, Walt Whitman—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have detested you long enough.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I come to you as a grown child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has had a pig-headed father;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am old enough now to make friends.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was you that broke the new wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now is a time for carving.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have one sap and one root—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let there be commerce between us.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a>{18}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Surgit_fama" id="Surgit_fama"></a>Surgit Fama</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> is a truce among the gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Korè is seen in the North<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Skirting the blue-gray sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In gilded and russet mantle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The corn has again its mother and she, Leuconoë,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That failed never women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fails not the earth now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tricksome Hermes is here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He moves behind me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eager to catch my words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eager to spread them with rumour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To set upon them his change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crafty and subtle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To alter them to his purpose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But do thou speak true, even to the letter:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more is the chant heard.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more are the never abandoned gardens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of gossip and old tales.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a>{19}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Preference" id="Preference"></a>Preference</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">It</span> is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for all that I have seen you<br /></span> -<span class="i8">on a high, white, noble horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like some strange queen in a story.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is odd that you should be covered with long robes<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and trailing tendrils and flowers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is odd that you should be changing your face<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and resembling some other woman to plague me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is odd that you should be hiding yourself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the cloud of beautiful women who do not concern me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You will say that I deserve this.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a>{20}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Dance_figure" id="Dance_figure"></a>Dance Figure<br /><br /> -<small><span class="norrm"><i>For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee</i></span></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Dark</span> eyed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O woman of my dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ivory sandaled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is none like thee among the dancers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None with swift feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have not found thee in the tents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the broken darkness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have not found thee at the well-head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the women with pitchers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy face as a river with lights.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">White as an almond are thy shoulders;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As new almonds stripped from the husk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They guard thee not with eunuchs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not with bars of copper.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a>{21}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in patterns,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">hast thou gathered about thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Nathat-Ikanaie, “Tree-at-the-river.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy fingers a frosted stream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy maidens are white like pebbles;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their music about thee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is none like thee among the dancers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None with swift feet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a>{22}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="April" id="April"></a>April</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nympharum membra disjecta.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Three</span> spirits came to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drew me apart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To where the olive boughs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay stripped upon the ground:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale carnage beneath bright mist.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Gentildonna" id="Gentildonna"></a>Gentildonna</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">She</span> passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moving among the trees, and clinging<br /></span> -<span class="i12">in the air she severed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a>{23}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_rest" id="The_rest"></a>The Rest</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">helpless</span> few in my country,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O remnant enslaved!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Artists broken against her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A-stray, lost in the villages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mistrusted, spoken-against,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lovers of beauty, starved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thwarted with systems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Helpless against the control;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You who can not wear yourselves out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By persisting to successes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You who can only speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You of the finer sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Broken against false knowledge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You who can know at first hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hated, shut in, mistrusted:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take thought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have weathered the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have beaten out my exile.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a>{24}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Les_millwin" id="Les_millwin"></a>Les Millwin</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were seen lying along the upper seats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like so many unused boas.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The turbulent and undisciplined host of art students—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rigorous deputation from “Slade”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was before them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With arms exalted, with fore-arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crossed in great futuristic X’s, the art students<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exulted, they beheld the splendours of <i>Cleopatra</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the little Millwins beheld these things;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their large and anæmic eyes they looked out upon this configuration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let us therefore mention the fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it seems to us worthy of record.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a>{25}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Further_instructions" id="Further_instructions"></a>Further Instructions</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span>, my songs, let us express our baser passions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us express our envy of the man with a steady job<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and no worry about the future.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are very idle, my songs.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fear you will come to a bad end.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You stand about in the streets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You loiter at the corners and bus-stops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You do next to nothing at all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You do not even express our inner nobilities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You will come to a very bad end.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have gone half cracked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have talked to you so much that<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I almost see you about me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insolent little beasts, shameless, devoid of clothing!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But you, newest song of the lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are not old enough to have done much mischief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will get you a green coat out of China<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With dragons worked upon it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will get you the scarlet silk trousers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest they say we are lacking in taste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or that there is no caste in this family.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a>{26}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_song_of_the_degrees" id="A_song_of_the_degrees"></a>A Song of the Degrees</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Rest</span> me with Chinese colours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I think the glass is evil.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind moves above the wheat—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a silver crashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thin war of metal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have known the golden disc,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen it melting above me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have known the stone-bright place,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The hall of clear colours.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O light bound and bent in, O soul of the captive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why am I warned? Why am I sent away?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a>{27}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ite" id="Ite"></a>Ite</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Go</span>, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Move among the lovers of perfection alone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take your wounds from it gladly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Dum_capitolium_scandet" id="Dum_capitolium_scandet"></a>Dum Capitolium Scandet</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">How</span> many will come after me<br /></span> -<span class="i4">singing as well as I sing, none better;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Telling the heart of their truth<br /></span> -<span class="i4">as I have taught them to tell it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fruit of my seed,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">O my unnameable children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Know then that I loved you from afore-time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clear speakers, naked in the sun, untrammelled.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2 class="norrm"><a name="Greek" id="Greek"></a>To καλὀν</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Even</span> in my dreams you have denied yourself to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sent me only your handmaids.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a>{28}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_study_in_aesthetics" id="The_study_in_aesthetics"></a>The Study in Aesthetics</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> very small children in patched clothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being smitten with an unusual wisdom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stopped in their play as she passed them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cried up from their cobbles:<br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>Guarda! Ahi, guarda! ch’ è be’a!</i><a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But three years after this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard the young Dante, whose last name I do not know—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there are, in Sirmione, twenty-eight young<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dantes and thirty-four Catulli;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And there had been a great catch of sardines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his elders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were packing them in the great wooden boxes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the market in Brescia, and he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leapt about, snatching at the bright fish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And getting in both of their ways;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in vain they commanded him to <i>sta fermo!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when they would not let him arrange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fish in the boxes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He stroked those which were already arranged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Murmuring for his own satisfaction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This identical phrase:<br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>Ch’ è be’a.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And at this I was mildly abashed.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p class="c"><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> <i>Bella.</i></p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a>{29}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_bellaires" id="The_bellaires"></a>The Bellaires</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Aus meinen grossen Schmerzen</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Mach’ ich die kleinen Lieder.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> good Bellaires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not understand the conduct of this world’s affairs.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fact they understood them so badly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they have had to cross the Channel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nine lawyers, four counsels, five judges and three proctors of the King,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together with the respective wives, husbands, sisters and heterogeneous connections of the good Bellaires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Met to discuss their affairs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the good Bellaires have so little understood their affairs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That now there is no one at all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who can understand any affair of theirs. Yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fourteen hunters still eat in the stables of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The good Squire Bellaire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these may not suffer attainder,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a>{30}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they may not belong to the good Squire Bellaire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to his wife.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the contrary, if they do not belong to his wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He will plead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A “freedom from attainder”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For twelve horses and also for twelve boarhounds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Charles the Fourth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a further freedom for the remainder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of horses, from Henry the Fourth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the judges,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being free of mediæval scholarship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will pay no attention to this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there will be only the more confusion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replevin, estoppel, espavin and what not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nine lawyers, four counsels, etc.,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Met to discuss their affairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the sole result was bills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From lawyers to whom no one was indebted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the lawyers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were uncertain who was supposed to be indebted to them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wherefore the good Squire Bellaire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resides now at Agde and Biaucaire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Carcassonne, Pui, and Alais<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He fareth from day to day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_031" id="page_031"></a>{31}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or takes the sea air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between Marseilles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Beziers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And for all this I have considerable regret,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the good Bellaires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are very charming people.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_032" id="page_032"></a>{32}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Salvationists" id="Salvationists"></a>Salvationists</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span>, my songs, let us speak of perfection—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We shall get ourselves rather disliked.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ah</span> yes, my songs, let us resurrect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very excellent term <i>Rusticus</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us apply it in all its opprobrium<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those to whom it applies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you may decline to make them immortal.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we shall consider them and their state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In delicate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Opulent silence.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come, my songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beginning with Mumpodorus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And against this sea of vulgarities—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beginning with Nimmim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And against this sea of imbeciles—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the Bulmenian literati.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_033" id="page_033"></a>{33}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Arides" id="Arides"></a>Arides</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> bashful Arides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has married an ugly wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was bored with his manner of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well do this as anything else.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Saying within his heart, “I am no use to myself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let her, if she wants me, take me.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He went to his doom.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="The_bath_tub" id="The_bath_tub"></a>The Bath Tub</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">As</span> a bathtub lined with white porcelain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_034" id="page_034"></a>{34}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Amities" id="Amities"></a>Amitiés</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Old friends the most.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12">W. B. Y.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<p class="c"><i>To one, on returning certain years after.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">You</span> wore the same quite correct clothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You had the same old air of condescension<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mingled with a curious fear<br /></span> -<span class="i6">That I, myself, might have enjoyed them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Te voilà, mon Bourrienne</i>, you also shall be immortal.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<p class="c"><i>To another.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And we say good-bye to you also,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you seem never to have discovered<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That your relationship is wholly parasitic;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet to our feasts you bring neither<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Of discipleship.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_035" id="page_035"></a>{35}</span></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But you, <i>bos amic</i>, we keep on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For to you we owe a real debt:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In spite of your obvious flaws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You once discovered a moderate chop-house.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iste fuit vir incultus,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Deo laus, quod est sepultus,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Vermes habent eius vultum</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>A-a-a-a—A-men.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ego autem jovialis</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Gaudero contubernalis</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Cum jocunda femina.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="To_dives" id="To_dives"></a>To Dives</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Who</span> am I to condemn you, O Dives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I who am as much embittered<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With poverty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you are with useless riches?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_036" id="page_036"></a>{36}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ladies" id="Ladies"></a>Ladies</h2> - -<h3 class="norrm"><i>Agathas</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Four</span> and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All of whom she refused;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now she turns to me seeking love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her hair also is turning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="norrm"><i>Young Lady</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have fed your lar with poppies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have adored you for three full years;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now you grumble because your dress does not fit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And because I happen to say so.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="norrm"><i>Lesbia Illa</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Memnon, Memnon, that lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who used to walk about amongst us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such gracious uncertainty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now wedded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a British householder.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Lugete, Veneres! Lugete, Cupidinesque!</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_037" id="page_037"></a>{37}</span></p> - -<h3 class="norrm"><i>Passing</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Flawless as Aphrodite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thoroughly beautiful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brainless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The faint odour of your patchouli,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faint, almost, as the lines of cruelty about your chin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Assails me, and concerns me almost as little.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Coda" id="Coda"></a>Coda</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">my</span> songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into people’s faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you find your lost dead among them?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_038" id="page_038"></a>{38}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ancora" id="Ancora"></a>Ancora</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Good</span> God! They say you are <i>risqué</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O canzonetti!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We who went out into the four <small>A.M.</small> of the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Composing our albas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We who shook off our dew with the rabbits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We who have seen even Artemis a-binding her sandals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have we ever heard the like?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O mountains of Hellas!!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gather about me, O Muses!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clothed in the tattered sunlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Muses with delicate shins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Muses with delectable knee-joints,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we splashed and were splashed with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lucid Castalian spray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had we ever such an epithet cast upon us!!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_039" id="page_039"></a>{39}</span></p> - -<h2 class="norrm"><a name="A_translation" id="A_translation"></a>A TRANSLATION<br /> -<small><span class="smcap">From the Provençal of En Bertrans de Born.</span></small><br /><br /> -<b>“Dompna pois de me no’us cal”</b></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady</span>, since you care nothing for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since you have shut me away from you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Causelessly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not where to go seeking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For certainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will never again gather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joy so rich, and if I find not ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lady with look so speaking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my desire, worth yours whom I have lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll have no other love at any cost.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And since I could not find a peer to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neither one so fair, nor of such heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So eager and alert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor with such art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In attire, nor so gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor with gift so bountiful and so true,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_040" id="page_040"></a>{40}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will go out a-searching,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Culling from each a fair trait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make me a borrowed lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I again find you ready.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bels Cembelins, I take of you your colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it’s your own, and your glance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where love is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A proud thing I do here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, as to colour and eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall have missed nothing at all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Having yours.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask of Midons Aelis (of Montfort)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her straight speech free-running,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That my phantom lack not in cunning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Chalais of the Viscountess, I would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she give me outright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her two hands and her throat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So take I my road<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Rochechouart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swift-foot to my Lady Anhes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeing that Tristan’s lady Iseutz had never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such grace of locks, I do ye to wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though she’d the far fame for it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of Audiart at Malemort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though she with a full heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wish me ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d have her form that’s laced<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_041" id="page_041"></a>{41}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So cunningly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without blemish, for her love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breaks not nor turns aside.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I of Miels-de-ben demand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her straight fresh body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is so supple and young,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her robes can but do her wrong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her white teeth, of the Lady Faidita<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask, and the fine courtesy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She hath to welcome one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such replies she lavishes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within her nest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Bels Mirals, the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tall stature and gaiety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make these avail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She knoweth well, betide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No change nor turning aside.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, Bels Senher, Maent, at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask naught from you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save that I have such hunger for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This phantom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I’ve for you, such flame-lap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I’d rather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask of you than hold another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mayhap, right close and kissed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, lady, why have you cast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me out, knowing you hold me so fast!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_042" id="page_042"></a>{42}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_coming_of_war_actaeon" id="The_coming_of_war_actaeon"></a>The Coming of War: Actaeon</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">An</span> image of Lethe,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">and the fields<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of faint light<br /></span> -<span class="i5">but golden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gray cliffs,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">and beneath them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harsher than granite,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">unstill, never ceasing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High forms<br /></span> -<span class="i5">with the movement of gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perilous aspect;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And one said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This is Actaeon.”<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Actaeon of golden greaves!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over fair meadows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the cool face of that field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unstill, ever moving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hosts of an ancient people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silent cortège.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_043" id="page_043"></a>{43}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="After_chu_yuan" id="After_chu_yuan"></a>After Ch’u Yuan</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I <span class="smcap">will</span> get me to the wood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the gods walk garlanded in wistaria,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the silver blue flood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">move others with ivory cars.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There come forth many maidens<br /></span> -<span class="i2">to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there are leopards drawing the cars.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I will walk in the glade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will come out of the new thicket<br /></span> -<span class="i2">and accost the procession of maidens.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Liu_che" id="Liu_che"></a>Liu Ch’e</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> rustling of the silk is discontinued,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dust drifts over the court-yard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no sound of foot-fall, and the leaves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scurry into heaps and lie still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_044" id="page_044"></a>{44}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Fan-piece_for_her_imperial_lord" id="Fan-piece_for_her_imperial_lord"></a>Fan-piece, for her Imperial Lord</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">fan</span> of white silk,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">clear as frost on the grass-blade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You also are laid aside.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Tsai_chih" id="Tsai_chih"></a>Ts’ai Chi’h</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The petals fall in the fountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">the orange-coloured rose-leaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their ochre clings to the stone.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_045" id="page_045"></a>{45}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="In_a_station_of_the_metro" id="In_a_station_of_the_metro"></a>In a Station of the Metro</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> apparition of these faces in the crowd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Petals on a wet, black bough.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Alba" id="Alba"></a>Alba</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">As</span> cool as the pale wet leaves<br /></span> -<span class="i8">of lily-of-the-valley<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She lay beside me in the dawn.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Heather" id="Heather"></a>Heather</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> black panther treads at my side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And above my fingers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There float the petal-like flames.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The milk-white girls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unbend from the holly-trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their snow-white leopard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watches to follow our trace.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_046" id="page_046"></a>{46}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_faun" id="The_faun"></a>The Faun</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ha</span>! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozling about<br /></span> -<span class="i12">among my flowers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what, pray, do you know about horticulture,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">you capriped?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Come, Auster, come, Apeliota,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see the faun in our garden.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if you move or speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This thing will run at you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scare itself to spasms.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Pervigilium" id="Pervigilium"></a>Pervigilium</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> gilded phaloi of the crocuses<br /></span> -<span class="i8">are thrusting at the spring air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here is there naught of dead gods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a procession of festival,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A procession, O Giulio Romano,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit for your spirit to dwell in.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dione, your nights are upon us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dew is upon the leaf.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night about us is restless.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_047" id="page_047"></a>{47}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_encounter" id="The_encounter"></a>The Encounter</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">All</span> the while they were talking the new morality<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eyes explored me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I arose to go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her fingers were like the tissue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a Japanese paper napkin.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Tempora" id="Tempora"></a>Tempora</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Io</span>! Io! Tamuz!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Dryad stands in my court-yard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With plaintive, querulous crying.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, no, she is not crying: “Tamuz.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She says, “May my poems be printed this week?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The god Pan is afraid to ask you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May my poems be printed this week?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_048" id="page_048"></a>{48}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Black_slippers_bellotti" id="Black_slippers_bellotti"></a>Black Slippers: Bellotti</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">At</span> the table beyond us<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With her little suede slippers off,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With her white-stocking’d feet<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">She converses:<br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>Connaissez-vous Ostende?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gurgling Italian lady on the other side of the restaurant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replies with a certain hauteur,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I await with patience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see how Celestine will re-enter her slippers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She re-enters them with a groan.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Society" id="Society"></a>Society</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> family position was waning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on this account the little Aurelia,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who had laughed on eighteen summers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now bears the palsied contact of Phidippus.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_049" id="page_049"></a>{49}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Image_from_dorleans" id="Image_from_dorleans"></a>Image from D’Orleans</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Young</span> men riding in the street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the bright new season<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spur without reason,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Causing their steeds to leap.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And at the pace they keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their horses’ armoured feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strike sparks from the cobbled street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the bright new season.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Papyrus" id="Papyrus"></a>Papyrus</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Spring</span> ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too long ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gongula ...<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_050" id="page_050"></a>{50}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ione_dead_the_long_year" id="Ione_dead_the_long_year"></a>“Ione, Dead the Long Year”</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Empty</span> are the ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Empty are the ways of this land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Bend over with heavy heads.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bend in vain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Empty are the ways of this land<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Where Ione<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walked once, and now does not walk<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But seems like a person just gone.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Shop_girl" id="Shop_girl"></a>Shop Girl</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">For</span> a moment she rested against me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a swallow half blown to the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they talk of Swinburne’s women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the shepherdess meeting with Guido,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the harlots of Baudelaire.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_051" id="page_051"></a>{51}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="To_formianus_young_lady_friend" id="To_formianus_young_lady_friend"></a>To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend<br /><br /> -<small><span class="smcap">After Valerius Catullus</span></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">All</span> Hail! young lady with a nose<br /></span> -<span class="i8">by no means too small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a foot unbeautiful,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and with eyes that are not black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fingers that are not long, and with a mouth undry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a tongue by no means too elegant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are the friend of Formianus, the vendor of cosmetics,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they call you beautiful in the province,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you are even compared to Lesbia.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O most unfortunate age!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_052" id="page_052"></a>{52}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Tame_cat" id="Tame_cat"></a>Tame Cat</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="smcap">It</span> rests me to be among beautiful women.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should one always lie about such matters?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I repeat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It rests me to converse with beautiful women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even though we talk nothing but nonsense,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The purring of the invisible antennæ<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is both stimulating and delightful.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Lart_1910" id="Lart_1910"></a>L’Art, 1910</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Green</span> arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_053" id="page_053"></a>{53}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Simulacra" id="Simulacra"></a>Simulacra</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Why</span> does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable age<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why does the small child in the soiled-white imitation fur coat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crawl in the very black gutter beneath the grape stand?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why does the really handsome young woman approach me in Sackville Street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Undeterred by the manifest age of my trappings?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Women_before_a_shop" id="Women_before_a_shop"></a>Women Before a Shop</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like to like nature”: these agglutinous yellows!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_054" id="page_054"></a>{54}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Epilogue" id="Epilogue"></a>Epilogue</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">chansons</span> foregoing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You were a seven days’ wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you came out in the magazines<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You created considerable stir in Chicago,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now you are stale and worn out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’re a very depleted fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hoop-skirt, a calash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An homely, transient antiquity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only emotion remains.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your emotions?<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Are those of a maître-de-café.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_055" id="page_055"></a>{55}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_social_order" id="The_social_order"></a>The Social Order</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> government official,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose wife is several years his senior,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has such a caressing air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he shakes hands with young ladies.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<p class="c"><small>(Pompes Funèbres)</small></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> old lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was “so old that she was an atheist,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now surrounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By six candles and a crucifix,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the second wife of a nephew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes hay with the things in her house.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her two cats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go before her into Avernus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sort of chloroformed suttee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it is to be hoped that their spirits will walk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their tails up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a plaintive, gentle mewing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it is certain that she has left on this earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save a squabble of female connections.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_056" id="page_056"></a>{56}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_tea_shop" id="The_tea_shop"></a>The Tea Shop</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> girl in the tea shop<br /></span> -<span class="i8">is not so beautiful as she was,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The August has worn against her.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She does not get up the stairs so eagerly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, she also will turn middle-aged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the glow of youth that she spread about us<br /></span> -<span class="i8">as she brought us our muffins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be spread about us no longer.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">She also will turn middle-aged.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_057" id="page_057"></a>{57}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Epitaphs" id="Epitaphs"></a>Epitaphs</h2> - -<h3><span class="smcap">Fu I</span></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Fu</span> I loved the high cloud and the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas, he died of alcohol.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3><span class="smcap">Li Po</span></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">And</span> Li Po also died drunk.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tried to embrace a moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Yellow River.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Our_contemporaries" id="Our_contemporaries"></a>Our Contemporaries</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">When</span> the Taihaitian princess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard that he had decided,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She rushed out into the sunlight and swarmed up a cocoanut palm tree,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he returned to this island<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wrote ninety Petrarchan sonnets.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Il s’agit d’un jeune poète qui a suivi le culte de Gauguin -jusqu’à Tahiti même (et qui vit encore). Étant fort bel homme, -quand la princesse bistre entendit qu’il voulait lui accorder ses -faveurs elle montra son allegresse de la façon dont nous venons de -parler. Malheureusement ses poèmes ne sont remplis que de ses -propres subjectivités, style Victorien de la “Georgian Anthology.”</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_058" id="page_058"></a>{58}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Ancient_wisdom_rather_cosmic" id="Ancient_wisdom_rather_cosmic"></a>Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">So-shu</span> dreamed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hence his contentment.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="The_three_poets" id="The_three_poets"></a>The Three Poets</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Candidia</span> has taken a new lover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And three poets are gone into mourning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first has written a long elegy to “Chloris,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To “Chloris chaste and cold,” his “only Chloris.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The second has written a sonnet<br /></span> -<span class="i8">upon the mutability of woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the third writes an epigram to Candidia.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_059" id="page_059"></a>{59}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_gipsy" id="The_gipsy"></a>The Gipsy</h2> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>“<i>Est-ce que vous avez vu des autres—des camarades—avec des -singes ou des ours?</i>”</p> - -<p class="r"> -A Stray Gipsy—A.D. 1912.<br /> -</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">That</span> was the top of the walk, when he said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Have you seen any others, any of our lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With apes or bears?”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">—A brown upstanding fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not like the half-castes,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">up on the wet road near Clermont.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind came, and the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mist clotted about the trees in the valley,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I’d the long ways behind me,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">gray Arles and Biaucaire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he said, “Have you seen any of our lot?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’d seen a lot of his lot ...<br /></span> -<span class="i8">ever since Rhodez,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coming down from the fair<br /></span> -<span class="i8">of St. John,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With caravans, but never an ape or a bear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_060" id="page_060"></a>{60}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_game_of_chess" id="The_game_of_chess"></a>The Game of Chess<br /><br /> -<span class="norrm"><small><span class="smcap">Dogmatic Statement Concerning the Game of Chess:<br /> Theme for a Series of Pictures</span></small></span></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Red</span> knights, brown bishops, bright queens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">striking the board, falling in strong “L”s of colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reaching and striking in angles,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">holding lines in one colour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This board is alive with light;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">these pieces are living in form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their moves break and reform the pattern:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Luminous green from the rooks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clashing with “X”s of queens,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">looped with the knight-leaps.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Y” pawns, cleaving, embanking!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whirl! Centripetal! Mate! King down in the vortex,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clash, leaping of bands, straight strips of hard colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blocked lights working in. Escapes. Renewal of contest.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_061" id="page_061"></a>{61}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Provincia_deserta" id="Provincia_deserta"></a>Provincia Deserta</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">At</span> Rochecoart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the hills part<br /></span> -<span class="i8">in three ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And three valleys, full of winding roads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fork out to south and north,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a place of trees ... gray with lichen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have walked there<br /></span> -<span class="i8">thinking of old days.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Chalais<br /></span> -<span class="i8">is a pleached arbour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old pensioners and old protected women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have the right there—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">it is charity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have crept over old rafters,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">peering down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the Dronne,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">over a stream full of lilies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eastward the road lies,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Aubeterre is eastward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a garrulous old man at the inn.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_062" id="page_062"></a>{62}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know the roads in that place:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mareuil to the north-east,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">La Tour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are three keeps near Mareuil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And an old woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">glad to hear Arnaut,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glad to lend one dry clothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have walked<br /></span> -<span class="i8">into Perigord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen the torch-flames, high-leaping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painting the front of that church,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, under the dark, whirling laughter.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have looked back over the stream<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and seen the high building,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seen the long minarets, the white shafts.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have gone in Ribeyrac<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and in Sarlat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have climbed rickety stairs, heard talk of Croy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walked over En Bertran’s old layout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have seen Narbonne, and Cahors and Chalus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have seen Excideuil, carefully fashioned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have said:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Here such a one walked.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Here Cœur-de-Lion was slain.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Here was good singing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Here one man hastened his step.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Here one lay panting.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_063" id="page_063"></a>{63}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have looked south from Hautefort,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">thinking of Montaignac, southward.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have lain in Rocafixada,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">level with sunset,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have seen the copper come down<br /></span> -<span class="i8">tinging the mountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen the fields, pale, clear as an emerald,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sharp peaks, high spurs, distant castles.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have said: “The old roads have lain here.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Men have gone by such and such valleys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where the great halls are closer together.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen Foix on its rock, seen Toulouse,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and Arles greatly altered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen the ruined “Dorata.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I have said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Riquier! Guido.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">I have thought of the second Troy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some little prized place in Auvergnat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two men tossing a coin, one keeping a castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One set on the highway to sing.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">He sang a woman.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Auvergne rose to the song;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The Dauphin backed him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The castle to Austors!”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Pieire kept the singing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A fair man and a pleasant.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">He won the lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stole her away for himself, kept her against armed force:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_064" id="page_064"></a>{64}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So ends that story.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That age is gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pieire de Maensac is gone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have walked over these roads;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have thought of them living.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_065" id="page_065"></a>{65}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Cathay" id="Cathay"></a>CATHAY</h2> - -<p class="c"> -FOR THE MOST PART FROM THE CHINESE OF RIHAKU,<br /> -FROM THE NOTES OF THE LATE ERNEST<br /> -FENOLLOSA, AND THE DECIPHERINGS<br /> -OF THE PROFESSORS MORI<br /> -AND ARIGA<br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_066" id="page_066"></a>{66}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_067" id="page_067"></a>{67}</span> </p> - -<h2><a name="Song_of_the_bowmen_of_shu" id="Song_of_the_bowmen_of_shu"></a>Song of the Bowmen of Shu</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Here</span> we are, picking the first fern-shoots<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saying: When shall we get back to our country?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have no comfort because of these Mongols.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We grub the soft fern-shoots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When anyone says “Return,” the others are full of sorrow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrowful minds, sorrow is strong, we are hungry and thirsty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our defence is not yet made sure, no one can let his friend return.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We grub the old fern-stalks.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We say: Will we be let to go back in October?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no ease in royal affairs, we have no comfort.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our sorrow is bitter, but we would not return to our country.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What flower has come into blossom?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose chariot? The General’s.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_068" id="page_068"></a>{68}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Horses, his horses even, are tired. They were strong.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have no rest, three battles a month.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By heaven, his horses are tired.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The generals are on them, the soldiers are by them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The horses are well trained, the generals have ivory arrows and quivers ornamented with fish-skin.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The enemy is swift, we must be careful.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we set out, the willows were drooping with spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We come back in the snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We go slowly, we are hungry and thirsty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our mind is full of sorrow, who will know of our grief?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Bunno.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Very early.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_069" id="page_069"></a>{69}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_beautiful_toilet" id="The_beautiful_toilet"></a>The Beautiful Toilet</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Blue</span>, blue is the grass about the river<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the willows have overfilled the close garden.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slender, she puts forth a slender hand,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And she was a courtezan in the old days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she has married a sot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who now goes drunkenly out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leaves her too much alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Mei Sheng.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>B.C. 140.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_070" id="page_070"></a>{70}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_river_song" id="The_river_song"></a>The River Song</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cut magnolia,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fill full the sides in rows, and our wine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is rich for a thousand cups.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We carry singing girls, drift with the drifting water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet Sennin needs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A yellow stork for a charger, and all our seamen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would follow the white gulls or ride them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kutsu’s prose song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hangs with the sun and moon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">King So’s terraced palace<br /></span> -<span class="i12">is now but a barren hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I draw pen on this barge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Causing the five peaks to tremble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have joy in these words<br /></span> -<span class="i12">like the joy of blue islands.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If glory could last forever<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_071" id="page_071"></a>{71}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the waters of Han would flow northward.)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have moped in the Emperor’s garden, awaiting an order-to-write!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I looked at the dragon-pond, with its willow-coloured water<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just reflecting the sky’s tinge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heard the five-score nightingales aimlessly singing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The eastern wind brings the green colour into the island grasses at Yei-shu,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The purple house and the crimson are full of Spring softness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">South of the pond the willow-tips are half-blue and bluer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their cords tangle in mist, against the brocade-like palace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vine-strings a hundred feet long hang down from carved railings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And high over the willows, the fine birds sing to each other, and listen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crying—“Kwan, Kuan,” for the early wind, and the feel of it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind bundles itself into a bluish cloud and wanders off.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over a thousand gates, over a thousand doors are the sounds of spring singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Emperor is at Ko.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Five clouds hang aloft, bright on the purple sky,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_072" id="page_072"></a>{72}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The imperial guards come forth from the golden house with their armour a-gleaming.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Emperor in his jewelled car goes out to inspect his flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He goes out to Hori, to look at the wing-flapping storks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He returns by way of Sei rock, to hear the new nightingales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the gardens at Jo-run are full of new nightingales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their sound is mixed in this flute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their voice is in the twelve pipes here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>8th century A.D.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_073" id="page_073"></a>{73}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_river-merchants_wife_a_letter" id="The_river-merchants_wife_a_letter"></a>The River-Merchant’s Wife: a Letter</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">While</span> my hair was still cut straight across my forehead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I played about the front gate, pulling flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we went on living in the village of Chokan:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At fourteen I married My Lord you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never laughed, being bashful.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At fifteen I stopped scowling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I desired my dust to be mingled with yours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forever and forever, and forever.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should I climb the look out?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At sixteen you departed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You went into far Ku-to-Yen, by the river of swirling eddies,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_074" id="page_074"></a>{74}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you have been gone five months.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You dragged your feet when you went out.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too deep to clear them away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The paired butterflies are already yellow with August<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the grass in the West garden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They hurt me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I grow older,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Please let me know beforehand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will come out to meet you,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">As far as Cho-fu-Sa.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_075" id="page_075"></a>{75}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="The_jewel_stairs_grievance" id="The_jewel_stairs_grievance"></a>The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> jewelled steps are already quite white with dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I let down the crystal curtain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watch the moon through the clear autumn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Jewel stairs, therefore a palace. Grievance, therefore there -is something to complain of. Gauze stockings, therefore a court -lady, not a servant who complains. Clear autumn, therefore he has -no excuse on account of weather. Also she has come early, for the -dew has not merely whitened the stairs, but has soaked her -stockings. The poem is especially prized because she utters no -direct reproach.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_076" id="page_076"></a>{76}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Poem_by_the_bridge_at_ten-shin" id="Poem_by_the_bridge_at_ten-shin"></a>Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">March</span> has come to the bridge head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peach boughs and apricot boughs hang over a thousand gates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At morning there are flowers to cut the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And evening drives them on the eastward-flowing waters.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Petals are on the gone waters and on the going,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">And on the back-swirling eddies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to-day’s men are not the men of the old days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though they hang in the same way over the bridge-rail.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sea’s colour moves at the dawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the princes still stand in rows, about the throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the moon falls over the portals of Sei-go-yo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clings to the walls and the gate-top.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With head gear glittering against the cloud and sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lords go forth from the court, and into far borders.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_077" id="page_077"></a>{77}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They ride upon dragon-like horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon horses with head-trappings of yellow metal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the streets make way for their passage.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Haughty their passing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haughty their steps as they go into great banquets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To high halls and curious food,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the perfumed air and girls dancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To clear flutes and clear singing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the dance of the seventy couples;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the mad chase through the gardens.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night and day are given over to pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they think it will last a thousand autumns,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Unwearying autumns.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For them the yellow dogs howl portents in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what are they compared to the lady<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Riokushu,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">That was cause of hate!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who among them is a man like Han-rei<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Who departed alone with his mistress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her hair unbound, and he his own skiffsman!<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_078" id="page_078"></a>{78}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Lament_of_the_frontier_guard" id="Lament_of_the_frontier_guard"></a>Lament of the Frontier Guard</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">By</span> the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lonely from the beginning of time until now!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I climb the towers and towers<br /></span> -<span class="i6">to watch out the barbarous land:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no wall left to this village.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bones white with a thousand frosts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High heaps, covered with trees and grass;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who brought this to pass?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has brought the flaming imperial anger?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Barbarous kings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A turmoil of wars-men, spread over the middle kingdom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three hundred and sixty thousand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorrow, sorrow like rain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow returning,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_079" id="page_079"></a>{79}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Desolate, desolate fields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no children of warfare upon them,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">No longer the men for offence and defence.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the<br /></span> -<span class="i6">North Gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Rihoku’s name forgotten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we guardsmen fed to the tigers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_080" id="page_080"></a>{80}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="Exiles_letter" id="Exiles_letter"></a>Exile’s Letter</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">To</span> So-Kin of Rakuyo, ancient friend, Chancellor of Gen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now I remember that you built me a special tavern<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the south side of the bridge at Ten-Shin.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With yellow gold and white jewels, we paid for songs and laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we were drunk for month on month, forgetting the kings and princes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intelligent men came drifting in from the sea and from the west border,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with them, and with you especially<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was nothing at cross purpose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they made nothing of sea-crossing or of mountain crossing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If only they could be of that fellowship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we all spoke out our hearts and minds, and without regret.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then I was sent off to South Wei,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">smothered in laurel groves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you to the north of Raku-hoku,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till we had nothing but thoughts and memories in common.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_081" id="page_081"></a>{81}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then, when separation had come to its worst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We met, and travelled into Sen-Go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through all the thirty-six folds of the turning and twisting waters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into a valley of the thousand bright flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That was the first valley;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And into ten thousand valleys full of voices and pine-winds.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with silver harness and reins of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out come the East of Kan foreman and his company.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there came also the “True man” of Shi-yo to meet me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Playing on a jewelled mouth-organ.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the storied houses of San-Ko they gave us more Sennin music,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many instruments, like the sound of young phoenix broods.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foreman of Kan Chu, drunk, danced<br /></span> -<span class="i8">because his long sleeves wouldn’t<br /></span> -<span class="i8"> keep still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With that music playing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I, wrapped in brocade, went to sleep with my head on his lap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my spirit so high it was all over the heavens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And before the end of the day we were scattered like stars, or rain.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_082" id="page_082"></a>{82}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had to be off to So, far away over the waters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You back to your river-bridge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And your father, who was brave as a leopard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was governor in Hei Shu, and put down the barbarian rabble.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one May he had you send for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">despite the long distance.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what with broken wheels and so on, I won’t say it wasn’t hard going,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over roads twisted like sheep’s guts.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I was still going, late in the year,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">in the cutting wind from the North,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thinking how little you cared for the cost,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">and you caring enough to pay it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what a reception:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red jade cups, food well set on a blue jewelled table,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I was drunk, and had no thought of returning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you would walk out with me to the western corner of the castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the dynastic temple, with water about it clear as blue jade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With boats floating, and the sound of mouth-organs and drums,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With ripples like dragon-scales, going grass green on the water,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_083" id="page_083"></a>{83}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasure lasting, with courtezans, going and coming without hindrance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the willow flakes falling like snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the vermilioned girls getting drunk about sunset,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the water a hundred feet deep reflecting green eyebrows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">—Eyebrows painted green are a fine sight in young moonlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gracefully painted—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the girls singing back at each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dancing in transparent brocade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wind lifting the song, and interrupting it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tossing it up under the clouds.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And all this comes to an end.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And is not again to be met with.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I went up to the court for examination,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tried Layu’s luck, offered the Choyo song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And got no promotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">and went back to the East Mountains<br /></span> -<span class="i8">white-headed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And once again, later, we met at the South bridge-head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the crowd broke up, you went north to<br /></span> -<span class="i4">San palace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if you ask how I regret that parting:<br /></span> -<span class="i5">It is like the flowers falling at Spring’s end<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Confused, whirled in a tangle.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_084" id="page_084"></a>{84}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no end of things in the heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I call in the boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have him sit on his knees here<br /></span> -<span class="i5">To seal this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And send it a thousand miles, thinking.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_085" id="page_085"></a>{85}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>By Rihaku.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2 class="norrm"><a name="From_rihaku" id="From_rihaku"></a><i>From Rihaku</i><br /> -FOUR POEMS OF DEPARTURE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="smcap">Light</span> rain is on the light dust</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The willows of the inn-yard</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Will be going greener and greener,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But you, Sir, had better take wine ere your departure,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For you will have no friends about you</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>When you come to the gates of Go.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="cb"><a name="Separation_on_the_river_kiang" id="Separation_on_the_river_kiang"></a>Separation on the River Kiang</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ko-jin</span> goes west from Ko-kaku-ro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lone sail blots the far sky.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I see only the river,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">The long Kiang, reaching heaven.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="cb"><a name="Taking_leave_of_a_friend" id="Taking_leave_of_a_friend"></a>Taking Leave of a Friend</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Blue</span> mountains to the north of the walls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White river winding about them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here we must make separation<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_086" id="page_086"></a>{86}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mind like a floating wide cloud.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our horses neigh to each other<br /></span> -<span class="i8">as we are departing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3 class="cb"><a name="Leave-taking_near_shoku" id="Leave-taking_near_shoku"></a>Leave-taking near Shoku</h3> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>Sanso, King of Shoku, built roads.</i>”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">They</span> say the roads of Sanso are steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sheer as the mountains.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The walls rise in a man’s face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clouds grow out of the hill<br /></span> -<span class="i6">at his horse’s bridle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their trunks burst through the paving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freshets are bursting their ice<br /></span> -<span class="i6">in the midst of Shoku, a proud city.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Men’s fates are already set,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no need of asking diviners.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_087" id="page_087"></a>{87}</span></p> - -<h3 class="cb"><a name="The_city_of_choan" id="The_city_of_choan"></a>The City of Choan</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> phœnix are at play on their terrace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The phœnix are gone, the river flows on alone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flowers and grass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cover over the dark path<br /></span> -<span class="i8">where lay the dynastic house of the Go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bright cloths and bright caps of Shin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are now the base of old hills.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The isle of White Heron<br /></span> -<span class="i8">splits the two streams apart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now the high clouds cover the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I can not see Choan afar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am sad.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_088" id="page_088"></a>{88}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="South-folk_in_cold_country" id="South-folk_in_cold_country"></a>South-Folk in Cold Country</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Dai horse neighs against the bleak wind of Etsu,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The birds of Etsu have no love for En, in the north,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Emotion is born out of habit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yesterday we went out of the Wild-Goose gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-day from the Dragon-Pen.<a name="FNanchor_B_2" id="FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surprised. Desert turmoil. Sea sun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flying snow bewilders the barbarian heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lice swarm like ants over our accoutrements.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mind and spirit drive on the feathery banners.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard fight gets no reward.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loyalty is hard to explain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who will be sorry for General Rishogu,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">the swift moving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose white head is lost for this province?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p class="c"><a name="Footnote_B_2" id="Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_2"><span class="label">[B]</span></a> <i>I.e.</i>, we have been warring from one end of the empire to -the other, now east, now west, on each border.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_089" id="page_089"></a>{89}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Sennin_poem_by_kakuhaku" id="Sennin_poem_by_kakuhaku"></a>Sennin Poem by Kakuhaku</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> red and green kingfishers<br /></span> -<span class="i8">flash between the orchids and clover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One bird casts its gleam on another.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Green vines hang through the high forest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They weave a whole roof to the mountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lone man sits with shut speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He purrs and pats the clear strings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He throws his heart up through the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He bites through the flower pistil<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and brings up a fine fountain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The red-pine-tree god looks on him and wonders.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He takes “Floating Hill”<a name="FNanchor_C_3" id="FNanchor_C_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_C_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a> by the sleeve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He claps his hand on the back of the great water sennin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But you, you dam’d crowd of gnats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can you even tell the age of a turtle?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p class="c"><a name="Footnote_C_3" id="Footnote_C_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_C_3"><span class="label">[C]</span></a> Name of a sennin.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_090" id="page_090"></a>{90}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_ballad_of_the_mulberry_road" id="A_ballad_of_the_mulberry_road"></a>A Ballad of the Mulberry Road</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fenollosa MSS., very early.</i>)<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> sun rises in south east corner of things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look on the tall house of the Shin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they have a daughter named Rafu,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">(pretty girl)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She made the name for herself: “Gauze Veil,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she feeds mulberries to silkworms,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">She gets them by the south wall of the<br /></span> -<span class="i8">town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With green strings she makes the warp of her basket,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She makes the shoulder-straps of her basket<br /></span> -<span class="i8">from the boughs of Katsura,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she piles her hair up on the left side of her head-piece.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her earrings are made of pearl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her underskirt is of green pattern-silk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her overskirt is the same silk dyed in purple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when men going by look on Rafu<br /></span> -<span class="i8">They set down their burdens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They stand and twirl their moustaches.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_091" id="page_091"></a>{91}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Old_idea_of_choan_by_rosoriu" id="Old_idea_of_choan_by_rosoriu"></a>Old Idea of Choan by Rosoriu</h2> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> narrow streets cut into the wide highway at Choan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark oxen, white horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">drag on the seven coaches with outriders.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The coaches are perfumed wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The jewelled chair is held up at the crossway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the royal lodge<br /></span> -<span class="i8">a glitter of golden saddles, awaiting the princess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They eddy before the gate of the barons.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The canopy embroidered with dragons<br /></span> -<span class="i8">drinks in and casts back the sun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Evening comes.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The trappings are bordered with mist.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hundred cords of mist are spread through<br /></span> -<span class="i6">and double the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night birds, and night women,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">spread out their sounds through the gardens.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_092" id="page_092"></a>{92}</span></p> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Birds</span> with flowery wing, hovering butterflies<br /></span> -<span class="i8">crowd over the thousand gates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trees that glitter like jade,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">terraces tinged with silver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seed of a myriad hues,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A net-work of arbours and passages and covered ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Double towers, winged roofs,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">border the net-work of ways:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A place of felicitous meeting.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Riu’s house stands out on the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">with glitter of colour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Butei of Kan had made the high golden lotus<br /></span> -<span class="i8">to gather his dews,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before it another house which I do not know:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall we know all the friends<br /></span> -<span class="i8">whom we meet on strange roadways?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_093" id="page_093"></a>{93}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="To-em-meis_the_unmoving_cloud" id="To-em-meis_the_unmoving_cloud"></a>To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud”</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wet springtime,” says To-em-mei,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Wet spring in the garden.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> clouds have gathered, and gathered,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and the rain falls and falls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eight ply of the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i8">are all folded into one darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wide, flat road stretches out.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stop in my room toward the East, quiet, quiet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pat my new cask of wine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friends are estranged, or far distant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I bow my head and stand still.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rain, rain, and the clouds have gathered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eight ply of the heavens are darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flat land is turned into river.<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Wine, wine, here is wine!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I drink by my eastern window.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think of talking and man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no boat, no carriage, approaches.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_094" id="page_094"></a>{94}</span></p> - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The trees in my east-looking garden<br /></span> -<span class="i8">are bursting out with new twigs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They try to stir new affection,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And men say the sun and moon keep on moving<br /></span> -<span class="i8">because they can’t find a soft seat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The birds flutter to rest in my tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">and I think I have heard them saying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“It is not that there are no other men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we like this fellow the best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But however we long to speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He can not know of our sorrow.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>T’ao Yuan Ming.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>A.D. 365-427.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="c"><span class="smcap">End of Cathay</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_095" id="page_095"></a>{95}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Near_perigord" id="Near_perigord"></a>Near Perigord</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>A Perigord, pres del muralh</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Tan que i puosch ’om gitar ab malh.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">You’d</span> have men’s hearts up from the dust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right enough? Then read between the lines<br /></span> -<span class="i8">of Uc St. Cire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bertrans, En Bertrans, left a fine canzone:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Maent, I love you, you have turned me out.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voice at Montfort, Lady Agnes’ hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bel Miral’s stature, the vicountess’ throat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set all together, are not worthy of you ...”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the while you sing out that canzone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think you that Maent lived at Montaignac,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One at Chalais, another at Malemort<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard over Brive—for every lady a castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each place strong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">Oh, <i>is</i> it easy enough?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tairiran held hall in Montaignac,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_096" id="page_096"></a>{96}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His brother-in-law was all there was of power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Perigord, and this good union<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gobbled all the land, and held it later<br /></span> -<span class="i8">for some hundreds years.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our En Bertrans was in Altafort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hub of the wheel, the stirrer-up of strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As caught by Dante in the last wallow of hell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The headless trunk “that made its head a lamp.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For separation wrought out separation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he who set the strife between brother and brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had his way with the old English king,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Viced in such torture for the “counterpass.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">How would you live, with neighbours set about you—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poictiers and Brive, untaken Rochechouart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread like the finger-tips of one frail hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you on that great mountain of a palm—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a neat ledge, not Foix between its streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But one huge back half-covered up with pine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worked for and snatched from the string-purse of Born—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The four round towers, four brothers—mostly fools:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could he do but play the desperate chess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stir old grudges?<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Pawn your castles, lords!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the Jews pay.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_097" id="page_097"></a>{97}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i8">And the great scene—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(That, maybe, never happened!)<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Beaten at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the hard old king:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Your son, ah, since he died<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wit and worth are cobwebs brushed aside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the full flare of grief. Do what you will.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Take the whole man, and ravel out the story.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He loved this lady in castle Montaignac?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The castle flanked him—he had need of it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You read to-day, how long the overlords of Perigord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Talleyrands, have held the place, it was no transient fiction.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Maent failed him? Or saw through the scheme?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And all his net-like thought of new alliance?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chalais is high, a-level with the poplars.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its lowest stones just meet the valley tips<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the low Dronne is filled with water-lilies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Rochecouart can match it, stronger yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very spur’s end, built on sheerest cliff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Malemort keeps its close hold on Brive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Born his own close purse, his rabbit warren,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His subterranean chamber with a dozen doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A-bristle with antennae to feel roads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sniff the traffic into Perigord.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_098" id="page_098"></a>{98}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that hard phalanx, that unbroken line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ten good miles from thence to Maent’s castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All of his flank—how could he do without her?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the road to Cahors, to Toulouse?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would he do without her?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">“Papiol,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go forthright singing—Anhes, Cembelins.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a throat; ah, there are two white hands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a trellis full of early roses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my heart is bound about with love.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where am I come with compound flatteries—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What doors are open to fine compliment?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every one half jealous of Maent?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wrote the catch to pit their jealousies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against her, give her pride in them?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take his own speech, make what you will of it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still the knot, the first knot, of Maent?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Is it a love poem? Did he sing of war?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it an intrigue to run subtly out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born of a jongleur’s tongue, freely to pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up and about and in and out the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark him a craftsman and a strategist?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(St. Leider had done as much at Polhonac,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing a different stave, as closely hidden.)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, there is precedent, legal tradition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sing one thing when your song means another,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_099" id="page_099"></a>{99}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<i>Et albirar ab lor bordon</i>—”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foix’ count knew that. What is Sir Bertrans’ singing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Maent, Maent, and yet again Maent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or war and broken heaumes and politics?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">End</span> fact. Try fiction, Let us say we see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">En Bertrans, a tower-room at Hautefort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunset, the ribbon-like road lies, in red cross-light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">South toward Montaignac, and he bends at a table<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scribbling, swearing between his teeth, by his left hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie little strips of parchment covered over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scratched and erased with <i>al</i> and <i>ochaisos</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Testing his list of rhymes, a lean man? Bilious?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a red straggling beard?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the green cat’s-eye lifts toward Montaignac.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Or take his “magnet” singer setting out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dodging his way past Aubeterre, singing at Chalais<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">In the vaulted hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, by a lichened tree at Rochecouart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aimlessly watching a hawk above the valleys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waiting his turn in the mid-summer evening,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_100" id="page_100"></a>{100}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinking of Aelis, whom he loved heart and soul ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find her half alone, Montfort away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a brown, placid, hated woman visiting her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spoiling his visit, with a year before the next one.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little enough?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or carry him forward. “Go through all the courts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Magnet,” Bertrand had said.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">We came to Ventadour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the mid love court, he sings out the canzon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No one hears save Arrimon Luc D’Esparo—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No one hears aught save the gracious sound of compliments.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir Arrimon counts on his fingers, Montfort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rochecouart, Chalais, the rest, the tactic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Malemort, guesses beneath, sends word to Cœur de Lion:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The compact, de Born smoked out, trees felled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About his castle, cattle driven out!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or no one sees it, and En Bertrans prospered?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And ten years after, or twenty, as you will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arnaut and Richard lodge beneath Chalus:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dull round towers encroaching on the field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tents tight drawn, horses at tether<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Further and out of reach, the purple night,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_101" id="page_101"></a>{101}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crackling of small fires, the bannerets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lazy leopards on the largest banner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stray gleams on hanging mail, an armourer’s torch-flare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melting on steel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">And in the quietest space<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They probe old scandals, say de Born is dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we’ve the gossip (skipped six hundred years).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Richard shall die to-morrow—leave him there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Talking of <i>trobar clus</i> with Daniel.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the “best craftsman” sings out his friend’s song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Envies its vigour ... and deplores the technique,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dispraises his own skill?—That’s as you will.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they discuss the dead man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plantagenet puts the riddle: “Did he love her?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Arnaut parries: “Did he love your sister?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True, he has praised her, but in some opinion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wrote that praise only to show he had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The favour of your party, had been well received.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“You knew the man.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“<i>You</i> knew the man.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I am an artist, you have tried both métiers.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You were born near him.”<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Do we know our friends?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Say that he saw the castles, say that he loved Maent!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_102" id="page_102"></a>{102}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Say that he loved her, does it solve the riddle?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">End the discussion, Richard goes out next day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gets a quarrel-bolt shot through his vizard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pardons the bowman, dies,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">Ends our discussion. Arnaut ends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In sacred odour”—(that’s apocryphal!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we can leave the talk till Dante writes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Surely I saw, and still before my eyes</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Goes on that headless trunk, that bears for light</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Its own head swinging, gripped by the dead hair,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And like a swinging lamp that says, “Ah me!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I severed men, my head and heart</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ye see here severed, my life’s counterpart.”</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or take En Bertrans?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ed eran due in uno, ed uno in due.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i12">Inferno, XXVIII, 125.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="smcap">Bewildering</span> spring, and by the Auvezere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poppies and day’s-eyes in the green émail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose over us; and we knew all that stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our two horses had traced out the valleys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew the low flooded lands squared out with poplars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the young days when the deep sky befriended.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_103" id="page_103"></a>{103}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And great wings beat above us in the twilight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the great wheels in heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bore us together ... surging ... and apart ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believing we should meet with lips and hands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">High, high and sure ... and then the counter-thrust:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Why do you love me? Will you always love me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I am like the grass, I can not love you.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, ‘Love, and I love and love you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hate your mind, not <i>you</i>, your soul, your hands.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">So to this last estrangement, Tairiran!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">There shut up in his castle, Tairiran’s,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She who had nor ears nor tongue save in her hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gone—ah, gone—untouched, unreachable!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She who could never live save through one person,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She who could never speak save to one person,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the rest of her a shifting change,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A broken bundle of mirrors ...!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_104" id="page_104"></a>{104}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Villanelle_the_psychological_hour" id="Villanelle_the_psychological_hour"></a>Villanelle: the Psychological Hour</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I <span class="smcap">had</span> over-prepared the event,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">that much was ominous.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With middle-ageing care<br /></span> -<span class="i6">I had laid out just the right books.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had almost turned down the pages.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8"><i>Beauty is so rare a thing.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>So few drink of my fountain.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So much barren regret,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So many hours wasted!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I watch, from the window,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">the rain, the wandering busses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Their little cosmos is shaken”—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">the air is alive with that fact.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their parts of the city<br /></span> -<span class="i6">they are played on by diverse forces.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How do I know?<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Oh, I know well enough.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For them there is something afoot.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_105" id="page_105"></a>{105}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">As for me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had over-prepared the event—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8"><i>Beauty is so rare a thing.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>So few drink of my fountain.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Two friends: a breath of the forest ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Friends? Are people less friends<br /></span> -<span class="i6">because one has lust, at least, found them?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twice they promised to come.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“<i>Between the night and morning?</i>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Beauty would drink of my mind.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Youth would awhile forget<br /></span> -<span class="i6">my youth is gone from me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(“Speak up! You have danced so stiffly?<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Someone admired your works,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And said so frankly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i3">“Did you talk like a fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The first night?<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The second evening?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>But</i> they promised again:<br /></span> -<span class="i8">‘To-morrow at tea-time.’<span class="lftspc">”</span>)<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_106" id="page_106"></a>{106}</span></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the third day is here—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">no word from either;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No word from her nor him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only another man’s note:<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Dear Pound, I am leaving England.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_107" id="page_107"></a>{107}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Dans_un_omnibus_de_londres" id="Dans_un_omnibus_de_londres"></a>Dans un Omnibus de Londres</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Les</span> yeux d’une morte aimée<br /></span> -<span class="i0">M’ont salué,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enchassés dans un visage stupide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dont tous les autres traits étaient banals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ils m’ont salué<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Et alors je vis bien des choses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Au dedans de ma mémoire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remuer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">S’éveiller.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Je vis des canards sur le bord d’un lac minuscule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Auprès d’un petit enfant gai, bossu.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Je vis les colonnes anciennes en “toc”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Du Parc Monceau,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Et deux petites filles graciles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Des patriciennes,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">aux toisons couleur de lin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Et des pigeonnes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grasses<br /></span> -<span class="i8">comme des poulardes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_108" id="page_108"></a>{108}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Je vis le parc,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Et tous les gazons divers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Où nous avions loué des chaises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pour quatre sous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Je vis les cygnes noirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Japonais,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leurs ailes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Teintées de couleur sang-de-dragon,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Et toutes les fleurs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">D’Armenonville.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Les yeux d’une morte<br /></span> -<span class="i0">M’ont salué.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_109" id="page_109"></a>{109}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="To_a_friend_writing_on_cabaret_dancers" id="To_a_friend_writing_on_cabaret_dancers"></a>To a Friend Writing on Cabaret Dancers</h2> - -<div class="poetryrt"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>Breathe not the word to-morrow in her ears.</i>”<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Vir Quidem, on Dancers.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Good</span> “Hedgethorn,” for we’ll anglicize your name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the last slut’s hanged and the last pig disemboweled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeing your wife is charming and your child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sings in the open meadow—at least the kodak says so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My good fellow, you, on a cabaret silence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the dancers, you write a sonnet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say “Forget To-morrow,” being of all men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The most prudent, orderly, and decorous!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Pepita” has no to-morrow, so you write.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pepita has such to-morrows: with the hands puffed out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pug-dog’s features encrusted with tallow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunk in a frowsy collar—an unbrushed black.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will not bathe too often, but her jewels<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_110" id="page_110"></a>{110}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be a stuffy, opulent sort of fungus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread on both hands and on the up-pushed bosom—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It juts like a shelf between the jowl and corset.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have you, or I seen most of cabarets, good Hedgethorn?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here’s Pepita, tall and slim as an Egyptian mummy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marsh-cranberries, the ribbed and angular pods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flare up with scarlet orange on stiff stalks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so Pepita<br /></span> -<span class="i4">flares on the crowded stage before our tables<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or slithers about between the dishonest waiters—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">“<i>Carmen est maigre, un trait de bistre</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Cerne son œil de gitana</i>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And “rend la flamme”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">you know the deathless verses.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I search the features, the avaricious features<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pulled by the kohl and rouge out of resemblance—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six pence the object for a change of passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Write me a poem.”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Come now, my dear Pepita,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“-ita, bonita, chiquita,”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">that’s what you mean you advertising spade,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_111" id="page_111"></a>{111}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or take the intaglio, my fat great-uncle’s heirloom:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cupid, astride a phallus with two wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swinging a cat-o’-nine-tails.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">No. Pepita,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have seen through the crust.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I don’t know what you look like<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But your smile pulls one way<br /></span> -<span class="i4">and your painted grin another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While that cropped fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">that tom-boy who can’t earn her living.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, come to-morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To-morrow in ten years at the latest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will be drunk in the ditch, but you, Pepita,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be quite rich, quite plump, with pug-bitch features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a black tint staining your cuticle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prudent and svelte Pepita.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Poète, writ me a poème!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spanish and Paris, love of the arts part of your<br /></span> -<span class="i4">geisha-culture!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Euhenia, in short skirts, slaps her wide stomach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pulls up a roll of fat for the pianist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pauvre femme maigre!” she says.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He sucks his chop bone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That some one else has paid for,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">grins up an amiable grin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Explains the decorations.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_112" id="page_112"></a>{112}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Good Hedgethorn, they all have futures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these people.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Old Popkoff<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will dine next week with Mrs. Basil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will meet a duchess and an ex-diplomat’s widow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Weehawken—who has never known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any but “Majesties” and Italian nobles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Euhenia will have a <i>fonda</i> in Orbajosa.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The amorous nerves will give way to digestive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Delight thy soul in fatness,” saith the preacher.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We can’t preserve the elusive “<i>mica salis</i>,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may last well in these dark northern climates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nell Gwynn’s still here, despite the reformation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Edward’s mistresses still light the stage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A glamour of classic youth in their deportment.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prudent whore is not without her future,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her bourgeois dulness is deferred.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Her present dulness....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh well, her present dulness....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now in Venice, ‘Storante al Giardino, I went early,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the performers come: him, her, the baby,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A quiet and respectable-tawdry trio;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An hour later: a show of calves and spangles,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>Un e due fanno tre</i>,”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Night after night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No change, no change of program, “<i>Chè!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>La donna è mobile.</i>”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_113" id="page_113"></a>{113}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Homage_to_quintus_septimius_florentis_christianus" id="Homage_to_quintus_septimius_florentis_christianus"></a>Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus<br /><br /> -<small>(<i>Ex libris Graecae</i>)</small></h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Theodorus</span> will be pleased at my death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodorus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet everyone speaks evil of death.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This place is the Cyprian’s, for she has ever the fancy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be looking out across the bright sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep small with reverence, beholding her image.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Anyte.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A sad and great evil is the expectation of death—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For after death there comes no other calamity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Palladas.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_114" id="page_114"></a>{114}</span></p> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<p class="c"><i>Troy</i></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whither, O city, are your profits and your gilded shrines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And your barbecues of great oxen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tall women walking your streets, in gilt clothes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their perfumes in little alabaster boxes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is the work of your home-born sculptors?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Time’s tooth is into the lot, and war’s and fate’s too.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Envy has taken your all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save your douth and your story.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Agathas Scholasticus.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Woman? Oh, woman is a consummate rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">but dead, or asleep, she pleases.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take her. She has two excellent seasons.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12"><i>Palladas.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<p class="c"><i>Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor</i></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Phidon neither purged me, nor touched me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I remembered the name of his fever medicine<br /></span> -<span class="i26">and died.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_115" id="page_115"></a>{115}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Fish_and_the_shadow" id="Fish_and_the_shadow"></a>Fish and the Shadow</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> salmon-trout drifts in the stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Like a little wafer of light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As light as the shadow of the fish<br /></span> -<span class="i8">that falls through the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She came into the large room by the stair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am just from bed. The sleep is still in my eyes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Come. I have had a long dream.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I: “That wood?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And two springs have passed us.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_116" id="page_116"></a>{116}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Not so far, no, not so far now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a place—but no one else knows it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A field in a valley....<br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>Qu’ieu sui avinen,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ieu lo sai.</i>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She must speak of the time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Arnaut de Mareuil, I thought, “<i>qu’ieu sui avinen</i>.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Light as the shadow of the fish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That falls through the pale green water.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="cov">LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lustra of Ezra Pound, by Ezra Pound - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LUSTRA OF EZRA POUND *** - -***** This file should be named 55564-h.htm or 55564-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/5/5/6/55564/ - -Produced by Chuck Greif, ellinora, Bryan Ness and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net -(This file was produced from images generously made -available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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