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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78743 ***</div>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="cover" style="max-width: 116.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Book cover">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<h1>
+Harmonium
+</h1>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center t0">Harmonium</p>
+
+<p class="center center ws10 fs150">
+<span class='ls2'><i>by</i></span>
+<span class='ls4'>Wallace Stevens</span></p>
+
+<div class='mt8'>
+<figure class="figcenter" id="colophon" style="width: 150px;">
+  <img src="images/colophon.jpg" width="150" height="91" alt="Alfred A. Knopf colophon" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">New York
+<span class='fs150'>&emsp;&ensp; Alfred · A · Knopf &ensp;&emsp;</span>
+      Mcmxxiii</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">
+  COPYRIGHT, 1923, BY ALFRED A. KNOPF, INC.<br>
+  <br>
+  <i>Published, September, 1923</i>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center mt2 mb2">
+  <i>To</i><br>
+  <i>MY WIFE</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class='poetry-container'>
+  <p class='ack mt4 mb4'>
+    The poems in this book, with the exception of
+    <i>The Comedian as the Letter C</i> and a few others,
+    have been published before in <i>Others</i>, <i>Secession</i>,
+    <i>Rogue</i>, <i>The Soil</i>, <i>The Modern School</i>, <i>Broom</i>,
+    <i>Contact</i>, <i>The New Republic</i>, <i>The Measure</i>, <i>The
+    Little Review</i>, <i>The Dial</i>, and particularly in
+    <i>Poetry: A Magazine of Verse</i>, of Chicago,
+    edited by Harriet Monroe.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span></p>
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Contents">
+    Contents
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Earthy_Anecdote">Earthy Anecdote</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_15'>15</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Invective_against_Swans">Invective against Swans</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_16'>16</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#In_the_Carolinas">In the Carolinas</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_17'>17</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Paltry_Nude_Starts_on_a">The Paltry Nude Starts on a Spring Voyage</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_18'>18</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Plot_against_the_Giant">The Plot against the Giant</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_20'>20</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Infanta_Marina">Infanta Marina</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_21'>21</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Domination_of_Black">Domination of Black</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_22'>22</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Snow_Man">The Snow Man</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_24'>24</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Ordinary_Women">The Ordinary Women</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_25'>25</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Load_of_Sugar-Cane">The Load of Sugar-Cane</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_27'>27</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Le_Monocle_de_Mon_Oncle">Le Monocle de Mon Oncle</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_28'>28</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Nuances_of_a_Theme_by_Williams">Nuances of a Theme by Williams</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_34'>34</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Metaphors_of_a_Magnifico">Metaphors of a Magnifico</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_35'>35</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Ploughing_on_Sunday">Ploughing on Sunday</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_36'>36</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Cy_Est_Pourtraicte_Madame_Ste">Cy Est Pourtraicte, Madame Ste Ursule, et Les Unze
+Mille Vierges</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_37'>37</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Hibiscus_on_the_Sleeping_Shores">Hibiscus on the Sleeping Shores</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_39'>39</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Fabliau_of_Florida">Fabliau of Florida</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_40'>40</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Doctor_of_Geneva">The Doctor of Geneva</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_41'>41</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Another_Weeping_Woman">Another Weeping Woman</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_42'>42</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Homunculus_et_la_Belle">Homunculus et la Belle Etoile</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_43'>43</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Comedian_as_the_Letter_C">The Comedian as the Letter C</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_46'>46</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+&emsp;<a href="#I_1">The World without Imagination</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_47'>47</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+&emsp;<a href="#II_2">Concerning the Thunderstorms of Yucatan</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_50'>50</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+&emsp;<a href="#III_1">Approaching Carolina</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_54'>54</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+&emsp;<a href="#IV_1">The Idea of a Colony</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_58'>58</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+&emsp;<a href="#V_1">A Nice Shady Home</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_62'>62</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+&emsp;<a href="#VI_1">And Daughters with Curls</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_66'>66</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span></p>
+<a href="#From_the_Misery_of_Don_Joost">From the Misery of Don Joost</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_70'>70</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#O_Florida_Venereal_Soil">O, Florida, Venereal Soil</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_71'>71</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Last_Looks_at_the_Lilacs">Last Looks at the Lilacs</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_73'>73</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Worms_at_Heavens_Gate">The Worms at Heaven’s Gate</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_74'>74</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Jack-Rabbit">The Jack-Rabbit</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_75'>75</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Valley_Candle">Valley Candle</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_76'>76</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Anecdote_of_Men_by_the_Thousand">Anecdote of Men by the Thousand</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_77'>77</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Silver_Plough-Boy">The Silver Plough-Boy</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_78'>78</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Apostrophe_to_Vincentine">The Apostrophe to Vincentine</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_79'>79</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Floral_Decorations_for_Bananas">Floral Decorations for Bananas</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_81'>81</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Anecdote_of_Canna">Anecdote of Canna</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_83'>83</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Of_the_Manner_of_Addressing_Clouds">Of the Manner of Addressing Clouds</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_84'>84</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Of_Heaven_Considered_as_a_Tomb">Of Heaven Considered as a Tomb</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_85'>85</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Of_the_Surface_of_Things">Of the Surface of Things</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_86'>86</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Anecdote_of_the_Prince_of_Peacocks">Anecdote of the Prince of Peacocks</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_87'>87</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#A_High-Toned_Old_Christian_Woman">A High-Toned Old Christian Woman</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_89'>89</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Place_of_the_Solitaires">The Place of the Solitaires</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_90'>90</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Weeping_Burgher">The Weeping Burgher</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_91'>91</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Curtains_in_the_House">The Curtains in the House of the Metaphysician</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_92'>92</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Banal_Sojourn">Banal Sojourn</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_93'>93</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Depression_before_Spring">Depression before Spring</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_94'>94</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Emperor_of_Ice-Cream">The Emperor of Ice-Cream</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_95'>95</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Cuban_Doctor">The Cuban Doctor</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_96'>96</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Tea_at_the_Palaz_of_Hoon">Tea at the Palaz of Hoon</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_97'>97</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Exposition_of_the_Contents_of_a_Cab">Exposition of the Contents of a Cab</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_98'>98</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Disillusionment_of_Ten_OClock">Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_99'>99</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Sunday_Morning">Sunday Morning</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_100'>100</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Virgin_Carrying_a_Lantern">The Virgin Carrying a Lantern</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_105'>105</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Stars_at_Tallapoosa">Stars at Tallapoosa</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_106'>106</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Explanation">Explanation</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_107'>107</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Six_Significant_Landscapes">Six Significant Landscapes</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_108'>108</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Bantams_in_Pine-Woods">Bantams in Pine-Woods</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_111'>111</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Anecdote_of_the_Jar">Anecdote of the Jar</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_112'>112</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Palace_of_the_Babies">Palace of the Babies</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_113'>113</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span></p>
+<a href="#Frogs_Eat_Butterflies_Snakes_Eat">Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat Frogs. Hogs
+Eat Snakes. Men Eat Hogs</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_114'>114</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Jasmines_Beautiful_Thoughts">Jasmine’s Beautiful Thoughts underneath the Willow</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_115'>115</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Cortege_for_Rosenbloom">Cortège for Rosenbloom</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_116'>116</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Tattoo">Tattoo</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_118'>118</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Bird_with_the_Coppery_Keen">The Bird with the Coppery, Keen Claws</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_119'>119</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Life_Is_Motion">Life Is Motion</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_120'>120</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Architecture">Architecture</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_121'>121</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Wind_Shifts">The Wind Shifts</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_124'>124</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Colloquy_with_a_Polish_Aunt">Colloquy with a Polish Aunt</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_125'>125</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Gubbinal">Gubbinal</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_126'>126</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Two_Figures_in_Dense">Two Figures in Dense Violet Night</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_127'>127</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Theory">Theory</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_128'>128</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#To_the_One_of_Fictive_Music">To the One of Fictive Music</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_129'>129</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Hymn_from_a_Watermelon_Pavilion">Hymn from a Watermelon Pavilion</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_131'>131</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Peter_Quince_at_the_Clavier">Peter Quince at the Clavier</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_132'>132</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Thirteen_Ways_of_Looking_at_a">Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_135'>135</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Nomad_Exquisite">Nomad Exquisite</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_138'>138</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Tea">Tea</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_139'>139</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<a href="#To_the_Roaring_Wind">To the Roaring Wind</a>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_140'>140</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span></p>
+
+
+  <p class='center bold fs150 mt4 mb4'>
+    Harmonium
+  </p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span></p>
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Earthy_Anecdote">
+    Earthy Anecdote
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Every time the bucks went clattering</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over Oklahoma</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A firecat bristled in the way.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wherever they went,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They went clattering,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Until they swerved</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a swift, circular line</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the right,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because of the firecat.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or until they swerved</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a swift, circular line</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the left,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because of the firecat.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bucks clattered.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The firecat went leaping,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the right, to the left,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bristled in the way.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Later, the firecat closed his bright eyes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And slept.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Invective_against_Swans">
+    Invective against Swans
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And far beyond the discords of the wind.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A bronze rain from the sun descending marks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The death of summer, which that time endures</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like one who scrawls a listless testament</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of golden quirks and Paphian caricatures,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bequeathing your white feathers to the moon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And giving your bland motions to the air.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Behold, already on the long parades</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The crows anoint the statues with their dirt.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the soul, O ganders, being lonely, flies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beyond your chilly chariots, to the skies.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="In_the_Carolinas">
+    In the Carolinas
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Already the new-born children interpret love</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the voices of mothers.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Timeless mother,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How is it that your aspic nipples</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For once vent honey?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>The pine-tree sweetens my body.</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>The white iris beautifies me.</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Paltry_Nude_Starts_on_a">
+    The Paltry Nude Starts on a
+    Spring Voyage
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But not on a shell, she starts,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Archaic, for the sea.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But on the first-found weed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She scuds the glitters,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Noiselessly, like one more wave.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">She too is discontent</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And would have purple stuff upon her arms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tired of the salty harbors,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Eager for the brine and bellowing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the high interiors of the sea.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind speeds her,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blowing upon her hands</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And watery back.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She touches the clouds, where she goes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the circle of her traverse of the sea.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet this is meagre play</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the scurry and water-shine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As her heels foam—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not as when the goldener nude</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of a later day</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will go, like the centre of sea-green pomp,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In an intenser calm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Scullion of fate,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across the spick torrent, ceaselessly,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upon her irretrievable way.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Plot_against_the_Giant">
+    The Plot against the Giant
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+<p class='center mbh'><i>First Girl</i></p>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When this yokel comes maundering,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whetting his hacker,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall run before him,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Diffusing the civilest odors</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It will check him.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<p class='center mbh'>
+  <i>Second Girl</i>
+</p>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall run before him,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Arching cloths besprinkled with colors</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As small as fish-eggs.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The threads</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will abash him.</div>
+    </div>
+
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<p class='center mbh'>
+  <i>Third Girl</i>
+</p>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, la ... le pauvre!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall run before him,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With a curious puffing.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He will bend his ear then.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall whisper</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It will undo him.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Infanta_Marina">
+    Infanta Marina
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Her terrace was the sand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the palms and the twilight.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">She made of the motions of her wrist</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The grandiose gestures</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of her thought.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The rumpling of the plumes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of this creature of the evening</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came to be sleights of sails</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over the sea.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And thus she roamed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the roamings of her fan,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Partaking of the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And of the evening,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As they flowed around</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And uttered their subsiding sound.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Domination_of_Black">
+    Domination of Black
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">At night, by the fire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The colors of the bushes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And of the fallen leaves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Repeating themselves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turned in the room,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like the leaves themselves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turning in the wind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came striding.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The colors of their tails</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Were like the leaves themselves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turning in the wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the twilight wind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They swept over the room,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Just as they flew from the boughs of the hemlocks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Down to the ground.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I heard them cry—the peacocks.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was it a cry against the twilight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or against the leaves themselves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turning in the wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turning as the flames</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turned in the fire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turning as the tails of the peacocks</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Turned in the loud fire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Loud as the hemlocks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Full of the cry of the peacocks?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of the window,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I saw how the planets gathered</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like the leaves themselves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turning in the wind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I saw how the night came,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I felt afraid.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Snow_Man">
+    The Snow Man
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">One must have a mind of winter</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To regard the frost and the boughs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And have been cold a long time</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To behold the junipers shagged with ice,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The spruces rough in the distant glitter</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the January sun; and not to think</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of any misery in the sound of the wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the sound of a few leaves,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which is the sound of the land</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Full of the same wind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That is blowing in the same bare place</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the listener, who listens in the snow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, nothing himself, beholds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Ordinary_Women">
+    The Ordinary Women
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then from their poverty they rose,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From dry catarrhs, and to guitars</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They flitted</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through the palace walls.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They flung monotony behind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turned from their want, and, nonchalant,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They crowded</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The nocturnal halls.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lacquered loges huddled there</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Mumbled zay-zay and a-zay, a-zay.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The moonlight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fubbed the girandoles.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the cold dresses that they wore,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the vapid haze of the window-bays,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Were tranquil</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As they leaned and looked</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the window-sills at the alphabets,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At beta b and gamma g,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To study</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The canting curlicues</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of heaven and of the heavenly script.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And there they read of marriage-bed.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ti-lill-o!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And they read right long.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The gaunt guitarists on the strings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rumbled a-day and a-day, a-day.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The moonlight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rose on the beachy floors.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">How explicit the coiffures became,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The diamond point, the sapphire point,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sequins</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the civil fans!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Insinuations of desire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Puissant speech, alike in each,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cried quittance</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the wickless halls.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then from their poverty they rose,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From dry guitars, and to catarrhs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They flitted</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through the palace walls.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Load_of_Sugar-Cane">
+    The Load of Sugar-Cane
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The going of the glade-boat</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is like water flowing;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like water flowing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through the green saw-grass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under the rainbows;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under the rainbows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That are like birds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turning, bedizened,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the wind still whistles</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As kildeer do,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When they rise</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the red turban</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the boatman.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Le_Monocle_de_Mon_Oncle">
+    Le Monocle de Mon Oncle
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3>I</h3>
+
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is not nothing, no, no, never nothing,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like the clashed edges of two words that kill.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And so I mocked her in magnificent measure.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or was it that I mocked myself alone?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I wish that I might be a thinking stone.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sea of spuming thought foists up again</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The radiant bubble that she was. And then</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A deep up-pouring from some saltier well</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Within me, bursts its watery syllable.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="II">
+  II
+</h3>
+
+      <div class="verse indent0">A red bird flies across the golden floor.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is a red bird that seeks out his choir</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Among the choirs of wind and wet and wing.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A torrent will fall from him when he finds.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall I uncrumple this much-crumpled thing?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am a man of fortune greeting heirs;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For it has come that thus I greet the spring.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These choirs of welcome choir for me farewell.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No spring can follow past meridian.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet you persist with anecdotal bliss</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To make believe a starry <i>connaissance</i>.</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="III">
+  III
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is it for nothing, then, that old Chinese</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sat tittivating by their mountain pools</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or in the Yangste studied out their beards?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall not play the flat historic scale.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You know how Utamaro’s beauties sought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The end of love in their all-speaking braids.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You know the mountainous coiffures of Bath.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Alas! Have all the barbers lived in vain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That not one curl in nature has survived?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why, without pity on these studious ghosts,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Do you come dripping in your hair from sleep?</div>
+    </div>
+
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IV">
+  IV
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This luscious and impeccable fruit of life</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Falls, it appears, of its own weight to earth.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When you were Eve, its acrid juice was sweet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Untasted, in its heavenly, orchard air.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An apple serves as well as any skull</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To be the book in which to read a round,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And is as excellent, in that it is composed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of what, like skulls, comes rotting back to ground.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But it excels in this, that as the fruit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of love, it is a book too mad to read</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before one merely reads to pass the time.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="V">
+  V
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the high west there burns a furious star.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is for fiery boys that star was set</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And for sweet-smelling virgins close to them.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The measure of the intensity of love</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Is measure, also, of the verve of earth.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For me, the firefly’s quick, electric stroke</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ticks tediously the time of one more year.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And you? Remember how the crickets came</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of their mother grass, like little kin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the pale nights, when your first imagery</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Found inklings of your bond to all that dust.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VI">
+  VI
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If men at forty will be painting lakes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The ephemeral blues must merge for them in one,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The basic slate, the universal hue.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is a substance in us that prevails.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But in our amours amorists discern</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Such fluctuations that their scrivening</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is breathless to attend each quirky turn.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When amorists grow bald, then amours shrink</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into the compass and curriculum</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of introspective exiles, lecturing.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is a theme for Hyacinth alone.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VII">
+  VII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mules that angels ride come slowly down</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The blazing passes, from beyond the sun.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Descensions of their tinkling bells arrive.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These muleteers are dainty of their way.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Meantime, centurions guffaw and beat</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their shrilling tankards on the table-boards.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This parable, in sense, amounts to this:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The honey of heaven may or may not come,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But that of earth both comes and goes at once.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Suppose these couriers brought amid their train</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A damsel heightened by eternal bloom.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VIII">
+  VIII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a dull scholar, I behold, in love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An ancient aspect touching a new mind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It comes, it blooms, it bears its fruit and dies.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This trivial trope reveals a way of truth.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Two golden gourds distended on our vines,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We hang like warty squashes, streaked and rayed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into the autumn weather, splashed with frost,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Distorted by hale fatness, turned grotesque.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The laughing sky will see the two of us</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Washed into rinds by rotting winter rains.</div>
+    </div>
+
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IX">
+  IX
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In verses wild with motion, full of din,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Loudened by cries, by clashes, quick and sure</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the deadly thought of men accomplishing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their curious fates in war, come, celebrate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The faith of forty, ward of Cupido.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Most venerable heart, the lustiest conceit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is not too lusty for your broadening.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I quiz all sounds, all thoughts, all everything</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the music and manner of the paladins</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To make oblation fit. Where shall I find</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bravura adequate to this great hymn?</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="X">
+  X
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fops of fancy in their poems leave</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Memorabilia of the mystic spouts,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Spontaneously watering their gritty soils.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am a yeoman, as such fellows go.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I know no magic trees, no balmy boughs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No silver-ruddy, gold-vermilion fruits.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But, after all, I know a tree that bears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A semblance to the thing I have in mind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It stands gigantic, with a certain tip</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To which all birds come sometime in their time.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when they go that tip still tips the tree.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="XI">
+  XI
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If sex were all, then every trembling hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But note the unconscionable treachery of fate,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That makes us weep, laugh, grunt and groan, and shout</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Doleful heroics, pinching gestures forth</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From madness or delight, without regard</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To that first, foremost law. Anguishing hour!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Last night, we sat beside a pool of pink,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clippered with lilies scudding the bright chromes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Keen to the point of starlight, while a frog</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Boomed from his very belly odious chords.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="XII">
+  XII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A blue pigeon it is, that circles the blue sky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On side-long wing, around and round and round.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A white pigeon it is, that flutters to the ground,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grown tired of flight. Like a dark rabbi, I</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Observed, when young, the nature of mankind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In lordly study. Every day, I found</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Man proved a gobbet in my mincing world.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Like a rose rabbi, later, I pursued,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And still pursue, the origin and course</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of love, but until now I never knew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That fluttering things have so distinct a shade.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Nuances_of_a_Theme_by_Williams">
+    Nuances of a Theme by Williams
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>It’s a strange courage</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>you give me, ancient star:</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Shine alone in the sunrise</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>toward which you lend no part!</i></div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="I">
+  I
+</h3>
+
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shine alone, shine nakedly, shine like bronze,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">that reflects neither my face nor any inner part</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">of my being, shine like fire, that mirrors nothing.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+
+<h3 id="II_1">
+  II
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lend no part to any humanity that suffuses you in its own light.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Be not chimera of morning,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Half-man, half-star.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Be not an intelligence,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a widow’s bird</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or an old horse.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Metaphors_of_a_Magnifico">
+    Metaphors of a Magnifico
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Twenty men crossing a bridge,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into a village,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into twenty villages,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or one man</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crossing a single bridge into a village.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This is old song</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That will not declare itself ...</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Twenty men crossing a bridge,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into a village,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Twenty men crossing a bridge</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into a village.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">That will not declare itself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet is certain as meaning ...</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The boots of the men clump</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the boards of the bridge.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The first white wall of the village</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rises through fruit-trees.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of what was it I was thinking?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So the meaning escapes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The first white wall of the village ...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fruit-trees....</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Ploughing_on_Sunday">
+    Ploughing on Sunday
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The white cock’s tail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tosses in the wind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The turkey-cock’s tail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Glitters in the sun.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Water in the fields.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind pours down.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The feathers flare</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And bluster in the wind.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Remus, blow your horn!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’m ploughing on Sunday,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ploughing North America.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blow your horn!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tum-ti-tum,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ti-tum-tum-tum!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The turkey-cock’s tail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Spreads to the sun.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The white cock’s tail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Streams to the moon.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Water in the fields.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind pours down.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Cy_Est_Pourtraicte_Madame_Ste">
+    Cy Est Pourtraicte, Madame Ste
+    Ursule, et Les Unze Mille
+    Vierges
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ursula, in a garden, found</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A bed of radishes.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She kneeled upon the ground</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And gathered them,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With flowers around,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blue, gold, pink, and green.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">She dressed in red and gold brocade</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in the grass an offering made</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of radishes and flowers.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">She said, “My dear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upon your altars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have placed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The marguerite and coquelicot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And roses</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Frail as April snow;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But here,” she said,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Where none can see,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I make an offering, in the grass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of radishes and flowers.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And then she wept</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For fear the Lord would not accept.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The good Lord in His garden sought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">New leaf and shadowy tinct,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And they were all His thought.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He heard her low accord,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Half prayer and half ditty,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And He felt a subtle quiver,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That was not heavenly love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or pity.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This is not writ</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In any book.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Hibiscus_on_the_Sleeping_Shores">
+    Hibiscus on the Sleeping Shores
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I say now, Fernando, that on that day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mind roamed as a moth roams,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Among the blooms beyond the open sand;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And that whatever noise the motion of the waves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Made on the sea-weeds and the covered stones</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Disturbed not even the most idle ear.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then it was that that monstered moth</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which had lain folded against the blue</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the colored purple of the lazy sea,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And which had drowsed along the bony shores,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shut to the blather that the water made,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rose up besprent and sought the flaming red</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dabbled with yellow pollen—red as red</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the flag above the old café—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And roamed there all the stupid afternoon.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Fabliau_of_Florida">
+    Fabliau of Florida
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Barque of phosphor</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the palmy beach,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Move outward into heaven,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into the alabasters</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And night blues.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Foam and cloud are one.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sultry moon-monsters</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are dissolving.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fill your black hull</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With white moonlight.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There will never be an end</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To this droning of the surf.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Doctor_of_Geneva">
+    The Doctor of Geneva
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The doctor of Geneva stamped the sand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That lay impounding the Pacific swell,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Patted his stove-pipe hat and tugged his shawl.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lacustrine man had never been assailed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By such long-rolling opulent cataracts,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Unless Racine or Bossuet held the like.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He did not quail. A man so used to plumb</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The multifarious heavens felt no awe</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before these visible, voluble delugings,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which yet found means to set his simmering mind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Spinning and hissing with oracular</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Notations of the wild, the ruinous waste,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Until the steeples of his city clanked and sprang</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In an unburgherly apocalypse.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The doctor used his handkerchief and sighed.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Another_Weeping_Woman">
+    Another Weeping Woman
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pour the unhappiness out</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From your too bitter heart,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which grieving will not sweeten.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Poison grows in this dark.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is in the water of tears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Its black blooms rise.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The magnificent cause of being,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The imagination, the one reality</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In this imagined world</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leaves you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With him for whom no phantasy moves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And you are pierced by a death.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Homunculus_et_la_Belle">
+    Homunculus et la Belle
+    Etoile
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the sea, Biscayne, there prinks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The young emerald, evening star,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Good light for drunkards, poets, widows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ladies soon to be married.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">By this light the salty fishes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Arch in the sea like tree-branches,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Going in many directions</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up and down.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This light conducts</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The thoughts of drunkards, the feelings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of widows and trembling ladies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The movements of fishes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">How pleasant an existence it is</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That this emerald charms philosophers,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Until they become thoughtlessly willing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To bathe their hearts in later moonlight,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Knowing that they can bring back thought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the night that is still to be silent,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Reflecting this thing and that,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before they sleep!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is better that, as scholars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They should think hard in the dark cuffs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of voluminous cloaks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And shave their heads and bodies.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It might well be that their mistress</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is no gaunt fugitive phantom.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She might, after all, be a wanton,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Abundantly beautiful, eager,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fecund,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From whose being by starlight, on sea-coast,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The innermost good of their seeking</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Might come in the simplest of speech.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is a good light, then, for those</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That know the ultimate Plato,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tranquillizing with this jewel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The torments of confusion.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak mb4" id="The_Comedian_as_the_Letter_C">
+    The Comedian as the Letter C
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span></p>
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="I_1">
+    I
+    <br>
+    The World without Imagination
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sovereign ghost. As such, the Socrates</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of snails, musician of pears, principium</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And lex. Sed quaeritur: is this same wig</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of things, this nincompated pedagogue,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Preceptor to the sea? Crispin at sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Created, in his day, a touch of doubt.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An eye most apt in gelatines and jupes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Berries of villages, a barber’s eye,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An eye of land, of simple salad-beds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of honest quilts, the eye of Crispin, hung</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On porpoises, instead of apricots,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And on silentious porpoises, whose snouts</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dibbled in waves that were mustachios,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Inscrutable hair in an inscrutable world.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">One eats one paté, even of salt, quotha.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was not so much the lost terrestrial,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The snug hibernal from that sea and salt,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That century of wind in a single puff.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What counted was mythology of self,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blotched out beyond unblotching. Crispin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lutanist of fleas, the knave, the thane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The ribboned stick, the bellowing breeches, cloak</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Of China, cap of Spain, imperative haw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of hum, inquisitorial botanist,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And general lexicographer of mute</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And maidenly greenhorns, now beheld himself,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A skinny sailor peering in the sea-glass.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What word split up in clickering syllables</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And storming under multitudinous tones</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was name for this short-shanks in all that brunt?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin was washed away by magnitude.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The whole of life that still remained in him</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dwindled to one sound strumming in his ear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ubiquitous concussion, slap and sigh,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Polyphony beyond his baton’s thrust.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Could Crispin stem verboseness in the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The old age of a watery realist,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Triton, dissolved in shifting diaphanes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of blue and green? A wordy, watery age</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That whispered to the sun’s compassion, made</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A convocation, nightly, of the sea-stars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And on the clopping foot-ways of the moon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lay grovelling. Triton incomplicate with that</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which made him Triton, nothing left of him,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Except in faint, memorial gesturings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That were like arms and shoulders in the waves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here, something in the rise and fall of wind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That seemed hallucinating horn, and here,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A sunken voice, both of remembering</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And of forgetfulness, in alternate strain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Just so an ancient Crispin was dissolved.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The valet in the tempest was annulled.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bordeaux to Yucatan, Havana next,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And then to Carolina. Simple jaunt.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin, merest minuscule in the gales,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Dejected his manner to the turbulence.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The salt hung on his spirit like a frost,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dead brine melted in him like a dew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of winter, until nothing of himself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Remained, except some starker, barer self</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a starker, barer world, in which the sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was not the sun because it never shone</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With bland complaisance on pale parasols,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beetled, in chapels, on the chaste bouquets.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Against his pipping sounds a trumpet cried</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Celestial sneering boisterously. Crispin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Became an introspective voyager.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here was the veritable ding an sich, at last,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin confronting it, a vocable thing,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But with a speech belched out of hoary darks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Noway resembling his, a visible thing,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And excepting negligible Triton, free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the unavoidable shadow of himself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That lay elsewhere around him. Severance</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was clear. The last distortion of romance</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Forsook the insatiable egotist. The sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Severs not only lands but also selves.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here was no help before reality.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin beheld and Crispin was made new.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The imagination, here, could not evade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In poems of plums, the strict austerity</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of one vast, subjugating, final tone.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The drenching of stale lives no more fell down.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What was this gaudy, gusty panoply?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of what swift destruction did it spring?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was caparison of wind and cloud</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And something given to make whole among</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The ruses that were shattered by the large.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="II_2">
+    II
+    <br>
+    Concerning the Thunderstorms of
+    Yucatan
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In Yucatan, the Maya sonneteers</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the Caribbean amphitheatre,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In spite of hawk and falcon, green toucan</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And jay, still to the night-bird made their plea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As if raspberry tanagers in palms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">High up in orange air, were barbarous.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But Crispin was too destitute to find</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In any commonplace the sought-for aid.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He was a man made vivid by the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A man come out of luminous traversing,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Much trumpeted, made desperately clear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fresh from discoveries of tidal skies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To whom oracular rockings gave no rest.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into a savage color he went on.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">How greatly had he grown in his demesne,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This auditor of insects! He that saw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The stride of vanishing autumn in a park</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By way of decorous melancholy; he</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That wrote his couplet yearly to the spring,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As dissertation of profound delight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stopping, on voyage, in a land of snakes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Found his vicissitudes had much enlarged</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His apprehension, made him intricate</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">In moody rucks, and difficult and strange</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In all desires, his destitution’s mark.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He was in this as other freemen are,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sonorous nutshells rattling inwardly.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His violence was for aggrandizement</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And not for stupor, such as music makes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For sleepers halfway waking. He perceived</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That coolness for his heat came suddenly,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And only, in the fables that he scrawled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With his own quill, in its indigenous dew,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of an aesthetic tough, diverse, untamed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Incredible to prudes, the mint of dirt,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Green barbarism turning paradigm.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin foresaw a curious promenade</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or, nobler, sensed an elemental fate,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And elemental potencies and pangs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And beautiful barenesses as yet unseen,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Making the most of savagery of palms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of moonlight on the thick, cadaverous bloom</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That yuccas breed, and of the panther’s tread.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fabulous and its intrinsic verse</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came like two spirits parleying, adorned</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In radiance from the Atlantic coign,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For Crispin and his quill to catechize.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But they came parleying of such an earth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So thick with sides and jagged lops of green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So intertwined with serpent-kin encoiled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Among the purple tufts, the scarlet crowns,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Scenting the jungle in their refuges,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So streaked with yellow, blue and green and red</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In beak and bud and fruity gobbet-skins,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That earth was like a jostling festival</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of seeds grown fat, too juicily opulent,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Expanding in the gold’s maternal warmth.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So much for that. The affectionate emigrant found</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A new reality in parrot-squawks.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet let that trifle pass. Now, as this odd</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Discoverer walked through the harbor streets</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Inspecting the cabildo, the façade</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the cathedral, making notes, he heard</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A rumbling, west of Mexico, it seemed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Approaching like a gasconade of drums.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The white cabildo darkened, the façade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As sullen as the sky, was swallowed up</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In swift, successive shadows, dolefully.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The rumbling broadened as it fell. The wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tempestuous clarion, with heavy cry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came bluntly thundering, more terrible</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Than the revenge of music on bassoons.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gesticulating lightning, mystical,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Made pallid flitter. Crispin, here, took flight.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An annotator has his scruples, too.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He knelt in the cathedral with the rest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This connoisseur of elemental fate,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Aware of exquisite thought. The storm was one</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of many proclamations of the kind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Proclaiming something harsher than he learned</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From hearing signboards whimper in cold nights</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or seeing the midsummer artifice</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of heat upon his pane. This was the span</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of force, the quintessential fact, the note</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of Vulcan, that a valet seeks to own,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The thing that makes him envious in phrase.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And while the torrent on the roof still droned</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He felt the Andean breath. His mind was free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And more than free, elate, intent, profound</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">And studious of a self possessing him,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That was not in him in the crusty town</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From which he sailed. Beyond him, westward, lay</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mountainous ridges, purple balustrades,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In which the thunder, lapsing in its clap,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let down gigantic quavers of its voice,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For Crispin to vociferate again.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="III_1">
+    III
+    <br>
+    Approaching Carolina
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The book of moonlight is not written yet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor half begun, but, when it is, leave room</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For Crispin, fagot in the lunar fire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who, in the hubbub of his pilgrimage</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through sweating changes, never could forget</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That wakefulness or meditating sleep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In which the sulky strophes willingly</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bore up, in time, the somnolent, deep songs.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leave room, therefore, in that unwritten book</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the legendary moonlight that once burned</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In Crispin’s mind above a continent.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">America was always north to him,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A northern west or western north, but north,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And thereby polar, polar-purple, chilled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And lank, rising and slumping from a sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of hardy foam, receding flatly, spread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In endless ledges, glittering, submerged</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And cold in a boreal mistiness of the moon.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The spring came there in clinking pannicles</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of half-dissolving frost, the summer came,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If ever, whisked and wet, not ripening,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before the winter’s vacancy returned.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The myrtle, if the myrtle ever bloomed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was like a glacial pink upon the air.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">The green palmettoes in crepuscular ice</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clipped frigidly blue-black meridians,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Morose chiaroscuro, gauntly drawn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">How many poems he denied himself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In his observant progress, lesser things</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Than the relentless contact he desired;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How many sea-masks he ignored; what sounds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He shut out from his tempering ear; what thoughts,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like jades affecting the sequestered bride;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And what descants, he sent to banishment!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps the Arctic moonlight really gave</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The liaison, the blissful liaison,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Between himself and his environment,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which was, and is, chief motive, first delight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For him, and not for him alone. It seemed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Illusive, faint, more mist than moon, perverse,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wrong as a divagation to Peking,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To him that postulated as his theme</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The vulgar, as his theme and hymn and flight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A passionately niggling nightingale.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Moonlight was an evasion, or, if not,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A minor meeting, facile, delicate.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thus he conceived his voyaging to be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An up and down between two elements,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A fluctuating between sun and moon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A sally into gold and crimson forms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As on this voyage, out of goblinry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And then retirement like a turning back</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sinking down to the indulgences</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That in the moonlight have their habitude.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But let these backward lapses, if they would,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grind their seductions on him, Crispin knew</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">It was a flourishing tropic he required</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For his refreshment, an abundant zone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Prickly and obdurate, dense, harmonious</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet with a harmony not rarefied</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor fined for the inhibited instruments</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of over-civil stops. And thus he tossed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Between a Carolina of old time,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A little juvenile, an ancient whim,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the visible, circumspect presentment drawn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From what he saw across his vessel’s prow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He came. The poetic hero without palms</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or jugglery, without regalia.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And as he came he saw that it was spring,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A time abhorrent to the nihilist</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or searcher for the fecund minimum.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The moonlight fiction disappeared. The spring,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Although contending featly in its veils,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Irised in dew and early fragrancies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was gemmy marionette to him that sought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A sinewy nakedness. A river bore</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The vessel inward. Tilting up his nose,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He inhaled the rancid rosin, burly smells</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of dampened lumber, emanations blown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From warehouse doors, the gustiness of ropes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Decays of sacks, and all the arrant stinks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That helped him round his rude aesthetic out.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He savored rankness like a sensualist.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He marked the marshy ground around the dock,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The crawling railroad spur, the rotten fence,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Curriculum for the marvellous sophomore.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It purified. It made him see how much</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of what he saw he never saw at all.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">He gripped more closely the essential prose</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As being, in a world so falsified,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The one integrity for him, the one</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Discovery still possible to make,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To which all poems were incident, unless</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That prose should wear a poem’s guise at last.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="IV_1">
+    IV
+    <br>
+    The Idea of a Colony
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nota: his soil is man’s intelligence.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That’s better. That’s worth crossing seas to find.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin in one laconic phrase laid bare</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His cloudy drift and planned a colony.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Exit the mental moonlight, exit lex,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rex and principium, exit the whole</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shebang. Exeunt omnes. Here was prose</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">More exquisite than any tumbling verse:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A still new continent in which to dwell.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What was the purpose of his pilgrimage,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whatever shape it took in Crispin’s mind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If not, when all is said, to drive away</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The shadow of his fellows from the skies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, from their stale intelligence released,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To make a new intelligence prevail?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hence the reverberations in the words</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of his first central hymns, the celebrants</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of rankest trivia, tests of the strength</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of his aesthetic, his philosophy,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The more invidious, the more desired.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The florist asking aid from cabbages,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The rich man going bare, the paladin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Afraid, the blind man as astronomer,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The appointed power unwielded from disdain.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">His western voyage ended and began.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The torment of fastidious thought grew slack,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Another, still more bellicose, came on.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He, therefore, wrote his prolegomena,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, being full of the caprice, inscribed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Commingled souvenirs and prophecies.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He made a singular collation. Thus:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The natives of the rain are rainy men.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Although they paint effulgent, azure lakes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And April hillsides wooded white and pink,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their azure has a cloudy edge, their white</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And pink, the water bright that dogwood bears.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in their music showering sounds intone.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On what strange froth does the gross Indian dote,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What Eden sapling gum, what honeyed gore,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What pulpy dram distilled of innocence,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That streaking gold should speak in him</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or bask within his images and words?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If these rude instances impeach themselves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By force of rudeness, let the principle</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Be plain. For application Crispin strove,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Abhorring Turk as Esquimau, the lute</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the marimba, the magnolia as rose.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upon these premises propounding, he</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Projected a colony that should extend</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the dusk of a whistling south below the south,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A comprehensive island hemisphere.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The man in Georgia waking among pines</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should be pine-spokesman. The responsive man,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Planting his pristine cores in Florida,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should prick thereof, not on the psaltery,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But on the banjo’s categorical gut,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Tuck tuck, while the flamingos flapped his bays.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sepulchral señors, bibbing pale mescal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oblivious to the Aztec almanacs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should make the intricate Sierra scan.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And dark Brazilians in their cafés,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Musing immaculate, pampean dits,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should scrawl a vigilant anthology,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To be their latest, lucent paramour.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These are the broadest instances. Crispin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Progenitor of such extensive scope,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was not indifferent to smart detail.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The melon should have apposite ritual,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Performed in verd apparel, and the peach,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When its black branches came to bud, belle day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should have an incantation. And again,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When piled on salvers its aroma steeped</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The summer, it should have a sacrament</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And celebration. Shrewd novitiates</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should be the clerks of our experience.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">These bland excursions into time to come,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Related in romance to backward flights,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">However prodigal, however proud,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Contained in their afflatus the reproach</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That first drove Crispin to his wandering.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He could not be content with counterfeit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With masquerade of thought, with hapless words</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That must belie the racking masquerade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With fictive flourishes that preordained</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His passion’s permit, hang of coat, degree</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of buttons, measure of his salt. Such trash</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Might help the blind, not him, serenely sly.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It irked beyond his patience. Hence it was,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Preferring text to gloss, he humbly served</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grotesque apprenticeship to chance event,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A clown, perhaps, but an aspiring clown.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is a monotonous babbling in our dreams</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That makes them our dependent heirs, the heirs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of dreamers buried in our sleep, and not</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The oncoming fantasies of better birth.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The apprentice knew these dreamers. If he dreamed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their dreams, he did it in a gingerly way.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All dreams are vexing. Let them be expunged.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But let the rabbit run, the cock declaim.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No, no: veracious page on page, exact.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="V_1">
+    V
+    <br>
+    A Nice Shady Home
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin as hermit, pure and capable,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dwelt in the land. Perhaps if discontent</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Had kept him still the pricking realist,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Choosing his element from droll confect</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of was and is and shall or ought to be,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beyond Bordeaux, beyond Havana, far</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beyond carked Yucatan, he might have come</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To colonize his polar planterdom</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And jig his chits upon a cloudy knee.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But his emprize to that idea soon sped.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin dwelt in the land and dwelling there</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Slid from his continent by slow recess</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To things within his actual eye, alert</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the difficulty of rebellious thought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the sky is blue. The blue infected will.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It may be that the yarrow in his fields</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sealed pensive purple under its concern.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But day by day, now this thing and now that</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Confined him, while it cosseted, condoned,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Little by little, as if the suzerain soil</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Abashed him by carouse to humble yet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Attach. It seemed haphazard denouement.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He first, as realist, admitted that</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whoever hunts a matinal continent</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">May, after all, stop short before a plum</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And be content and still be realist.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The words of things entangle and confuse.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The plum survives its poems. It may hang</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the sunshine placidly, colored by ground</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Obliquities of those who pass beneath,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Harlequined and mazily dewed and mauved</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In bloom. Yet it survives in its own form,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beyond these changes, good, fat, guzzly fruit.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So Crispin hasped on the surviving form,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For him, of shall or ought to be in is.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was he to bray this in profoundest brass</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Arointing his dreams with fugal requiems?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was he to company vastest things defunct</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With a blubber of tom-toms harrowing the sky?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Scrawl a tragedian’s testament? Prolong</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His active force in an inactive dirge,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which, let the tall musicians call and call,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should merely call him dead? Pronounce amen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through choirs infolded to the outmost clouds?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because he built a cabin who once planned</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Loquacious columns by the ructive sea?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because he turned to salad-beds again?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Jovial Crispin, in calamitous crape?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should he lay by the personal and make</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of his own fate an instance of all fate?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What is one man among so many men?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What are so many men in such a world?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can one man think one thing and think it long?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can one man be one thing and be it long?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The very man despising honest quilts</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lies quilted to his poll in his despite.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For realists, what is is what should be.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And so it came, his cabin shuffled up,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His trees were planted, his duenna brought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Her prismy blonde and clapped her in his hands,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The curtains flittered and the door was closed.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin, magister of a single room,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Latched up the night. So deep a sound fell down</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was as if the solitude concealed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And covered him and his congenial sleep.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So deep a sound fell down it grew to be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A long soothsaying silence down and down.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The crickets beat their tambours in the wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Marching a motionless march, custodians.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the presto of the morning, Crispin trod,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Each day, still curious, but in a round</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Less prickly and much more condign than that</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He once thought necessary. Like Candide,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yeoman and grub, but with a fig in sight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And cream for the fig and silver for the cream,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A blonde to tip the silver and to taste</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The rapey gouts. Good star, how that to be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Annealed them in their cabin ribaldries!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet the quotidian saps philosophers</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And men like Crispin like them in intent,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If not in will, to track the knaves of thought.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the quotidian composed as his,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of breakfast ribands, fruits laid in their leaves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The tomtit and the cassia and the rose,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Although the rose was not the noble thorn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of crinoline spread, but of a pining sweet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Composed of evenings like cracked shutters flung</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upon the rumpling bottomness, and nights</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In which those frail custodians watched,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Indifferent to the tepid summer cold,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">While he poured out upon the lips of her</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That lay beside him, the quotidian</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like this, saps like the sun, true fortuner.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For all it takes it gives a humped return</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Exchequering from piebald fiscs unkeyed.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="VI_1">
+    VI
+    <br>
+    And Daughters with Curls
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Portentous enunciation, syllable</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To blessed syllable affined, and sound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bubbling felicity in cantilene,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Prolific and tormenting tenderness</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of music, as it comes to unison,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Forgather and bell boldly Crispin’s last</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Deduction. Thrum with a proud douceur</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His grand pronunciamento and devise.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The chits came for his jigging, bluet-eyed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hands without touch yet touching poignantly,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leaving no room upon his cloudy knee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Prophetic joint, for its diviner young.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The return to social nature, once begun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Anabasis or slump, ascent or chute,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Involved him in midwifery so dense</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His cabin counted as philactary,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then place of vexing palankeens, then haunt</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of children nibbling at the sugared void,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Infants yet eminently old, then dome</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And halidom for the unbraided femes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Green crammers of the green fruits of the world,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bidders and biders for its ecstasies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">True daughters both of Crispin and his clay.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">All this with many mulctings of the man,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Effective colonizer sharply stopped</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the door-yard by his own capacious bloom.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But that this bloom grown riper, showing nibs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of its eventual roundness, puerile tints</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of spiced and weathery rouges, should complex</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The stopper to indulgent fatalist</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was unforeseen. First Crispin smiled upon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His goldenest demoiselle, inhabitant,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She seemed, of a country of the capuchins,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So delicately blushed, so humbly eyed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Attentive to a coronal of things</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Secret and singular. Second, upon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A second similar counterpart, a maid</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Most sisterly to the first, not yet awake</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Excepting to the motherly footstep, but</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Marvelling sometimes at the shaken sleep.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then third, a thing still flaxen in the light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A creeper under jaunty leaves. And fourth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Mere blusteriness that gewgaws jollified,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All din and gobble, blasphemously pink.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A few years more and the vermeil capuchin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gave to the cabin, lordlier than it was,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dulcet omen fit for such a house.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The second sister dallying was shy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To fetch the one full-pinioned one himself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of her botches, hot embosomer.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The third one gaping at the orioles</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lettered herself demurely as became</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A pearly poetess, peaked for rhapsody.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fourth, pent now, a digit curious.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Four daughters in a world too intricate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the beginning, four blithe instruments</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of differing struts, four voices several</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">In couch, four more personæ, intimate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As buffo, yet divers, four mirrors blue</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That should be silver, four accustomed seeds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hinting incredible hues, four self-same lights</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That spread chromatics in hilarious dark,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Four questioners and four sure answerers.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crispin concocted doctrine from the rout.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The world, a turnip once so readily plucked,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sacked up and carried overseas, daubed out</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of its ancient purple, pruned to the fertile main,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sown again by the stiffest realist,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came reproduced in purple, family font,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The same insoluble lump. The fatalist</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stepped in and dropped the chuckling down his craw,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Without grace or grumble. Score this anecdote</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Invented for its pith, not doctrinal</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In form though in design, as Crispin willed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Disguised pronunciamento, summary,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Autumn’s compendium, strident in itself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But muted, mused, and perfectly revolved</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In those portentous accents, syllables,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sounds of music coming to accord</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upon his law, like their inherent sphere,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Seraphic proclamations of the pure</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Delivered with a deluging onwardness.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or if the music sticks, if the anecdote</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is false, if Crispin is a profitless</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Philosopher, beginning with green brag,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Concluding fadedly, if as a man</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Prone to distemper he abates in taste,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fickle and fumbling, variable, obscure,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Glozing his life with after-shining flicks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Illuminating, from a fancy gorged</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">By apparition, plain and common things,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sequestering the fluster from the year,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Making gulped potions from obstreperous drops,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And so distorting, proving what he proves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is nothing, what can all this matter since</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The relation comes, benignly, to its end?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So may the relation of each man be clipped.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="From_the_Misery_of_Don_Joost">
+    From the Misery of Don Joost
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have finished my combat with the sun;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And my body, the old animal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Knows nothing more.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The powerful seasons bred and killed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And were themselves the genii</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of their own ends.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, but the very self of the storm</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of sun and slaves, breeding and death,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The old animal,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The senses and feeling, the very sound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sight, and all there was of the storm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Knows nothing more.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="O_Florida_Venereal_Soil">
+    O, Florida, Venereal Soil
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A few things for themselves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Convolvulus and coral,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Buzzards and live-moss,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tiestas from the keys,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A few things for themselves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Florida, venereal soil,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Disclose to the lover.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dreadful sundry of this world,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Cuban, Polodowsky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Mexican women,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The negro undertaker</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Killing the time between corpses</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fishing for crayfish ...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Virgin of boorish births,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Swiftly in the nights,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the porches of Key West,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Behind the bougainvilleas,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">After the guitar is asleep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lasciviously as the wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You come tormenting,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Insatiable,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When you might sit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A scholar of darkness,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Sequestered over the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wearing a clear tiara</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of red and blue and red,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sparkling, solitary, still,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the high sea-shadow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Donna, donna, dark,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stooping in indigo gown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And cloudy constellations,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Conceal yourself or disclose</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fewest things to the lover—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A hand that bears a thick-leaved fruit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A pungent bloom against your shade.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Last_Looks_at_the_Lilacs">
+    Last Looks at the Lilacs
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">To what good, in the alleys of the lilacs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O caliper, do you scratch your buttocks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And tell the divine ingénue, your companion,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That this bloom is the bloom of soap</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And this fragrance the fragrance of vegetal?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Do you suppose that she cares a tick,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In this hymeneal air, what it is</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That marries her innocence thus,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So that her nakedness is near,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or that she will pause at scurrilous words?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Poor buffo! Look at the lavender</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And look your last and look still steadily,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And say how it comes that you see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nothing but trash and that you no longer feel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Her body quivering in the Floréal</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Toward the cool night and its fantastic star,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Prime paramour and belted paragon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Well-booted, rugged, arrogantly male,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Patron and imager of the gold Don John,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who will embrace her before summer comes.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Worms_at_Heavens_Gate">
+    The Worms at Heaven’s Gate
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of the tomb, we bring Badroulbadour,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Within our bellies, we her chariot.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here is an eye. And here are, one by one,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lashes of that eye and its white lid.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here is the cheek on which that lid declined,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, finger after finger, here, the hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The genius of that cheek. Here are the lips,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bundle of the body and the feet.</div>
+    </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of the tomb we bring Badroulbadour.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Jack-Rabbit">
+    The Jack-Rabbit
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the morning,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The jack-rabbit sang to the Arkansaw.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He carolled in caracoles</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the feat sandbars.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The black man said,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Now, grandmother,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crochet me this buzzard</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On your winding-sheet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And do not forget his wry neck</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">After the winter.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The black man said,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Look out, O caroller,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The entrails of the buzzard</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are rattling.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Valley_Candle">
+    Valley Candle
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My candle burned alone in an immense valley.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beams of the huge night converged upon it,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Until the wind blew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then beams of the huge night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Converged upon its image,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Until the wind blew.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Anecdote_of_Men_by_the_Thousand">
+    Anecdote of Men by the Thousand
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The soul, he said, is composed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the external world.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There are men of the East, he said,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who are the East.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There are men of a province</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who are that province</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There are men of a valley</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who are that valley.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There are men whose words</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are as natural sounds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of their places</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the cackle of toucans</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the place of toucans.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mandoline is the instrument</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of a place.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are there mandolines of western mountains?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are there mandolines of northern moonlight?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dress of a woman of Lhassa,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In its place,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is an invisible element of that place</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Made visible.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Silver_Plough-Boy">
+    The Silver Plough-Boy
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A black figure dances in a black field.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It seizes a sheet, from the ground, from a bush, as if spread there by some wash-woman for the night.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It wraps the sheet around its body, until the black figure is silver.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It dances down a furrow, in the early light, back of a crazy plough, the green blades following.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How soon the silver fades in the dust! How soon the black figure slips from the wrinkled sheet! How softly the sheet falls to the ground!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Apostrophe_to_Vincentine">
+    The Apostrophe to Vincentine
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3>I</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I figured you as nude between</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Monotonous earth and dark blue sky.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It made you seem so small and lean</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And nameless,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Heavenly Vincentine.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="II_3">
+  II
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I saw you then, as warm as flesh,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Brunette,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But yet not too brunette,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As warm, as clean.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your dress was green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was whited green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Green Vincentine.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="III_2">
+  III
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then you came walking,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a group</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of human others,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Voluble.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yes: you came walking,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Vincentine.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yes: you came talking.</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IV_2">
+  IV
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And what I knew you felt</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came then.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Monotonous earth I saw become</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Illimitable spheres of you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And that white animal, so lean,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turned Vincentine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turned heavenly Vincentine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And that white animal, so lean,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turned heavenly, heavenly Vincentine.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Floral_Decorations_for_Bananas">
+    Floral Decorations for Bananas
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Well, nuncle, this plainly won’t do.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These insolent, linear peels</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sullen, hurricane shapes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Won’t do with your eglantine.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They require something serpentine.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blunt yellow in such a room!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">You should have had plums tonight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In an eighteenth-century dish,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And pettifogging buds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the women of primrose and purl,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Each one in her decent curl.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Good God! What a precious light!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But bananas hacked and hunched ...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The table was set by an ogre,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His eye on an outdoor gloom</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a stiff and noxious place.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pile the bananas on planks.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The women will be all shanks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And bangles and slatted eyes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And deck the bananas in leaves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Plucked from the Carib trees,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fibrous and dangling down,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Oozing cantankerous gum</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of their purple maws,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Darting out of their purple craws</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their musky and tingling tongues.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Anecdote_of_Canna">
+    Anecdote of Canna
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Huge are the canna in the dreams of</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">X, the mighty thought, the mighty man.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They fill the terrace of his capitol.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">His thought sleeps not. Yet thought that wakes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In sleep may never meet another thought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or thing.... Now day-break comes....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">X promenades the dewy stones,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Observes the canna with a clinging eye,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Observes and then continues to observe.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Of_the_Manner_of_Addressing_Clouds">
+    Of the Manner of Addressing Clouds
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gloomy grammarians in golden gowns,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Eliciting the still sustaining pomps</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of speech which are like music so profound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They seem an exaltation without sound.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Funest philosophers and ponderers,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their evocations are the speech of clouds.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So speech of your processionals returns</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the casual evocations of your tread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across the stale, mysterious seasons. These</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are the music of meet resignation; these</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The responsive, still sustaining pomps for you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To magnify, if in that drifting waste</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You are to be accompanied by more</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Than mute bare splendors of the sun and moon.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Of_Heaven_Considered_as_a_Tomb">
+    Of Heaven Considered as a Tomb
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">What word have you, interpreters, of men</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who in the tomb of heaven walk by night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The darkened ghosts of our old comedy?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Do they believe they range the gusty cold,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With lanterns borne aloft to light the way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Freemen of death, about and still about</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To find whatever it is they seek? Or does</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That burial, pillared up each day as porte</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And spiritous passage into nothingness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Foretell each night the one abysmal night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the host shall no more wander, nor the light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the steadfast lanterns creep across the dark?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Make hue among the dark comedians,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Halloo them in the topmost distances</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For answer from their icy Elysée.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Of_the_Surface_of_Things">
+    Of the Surface of Things
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3>I</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="II_4">
+  II
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Reading where I have written,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“The spring is like a belle undressing.”</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="III_3">
+  III
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The gold tree is blue.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The moon is in the folds of the cloak.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Anecdote_of_the_Prince_of_Peacocks">
+    Anecdote of the Prince of Peacocks
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the moonlight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I met Berserk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the moonlight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the bushy plain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, sharp he was</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the sleepless!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, “Why are you red</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In this milky blue?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I said.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Why sun-colored,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As if awake</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the midst of sleep?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“You that wander,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So he said,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“On the bushy plain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Forget so soon.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I set my traps</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the midst of dreams.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I knew from this</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That the blue ground</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was full of blocks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And blocking steel.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I knew the dread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the bushy plain,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the beauty</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the moonlight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Falling there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Falling</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As sleep falls</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the innocent air.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_High-Toned_Old_Christian_Woman">
+    A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Take the moral law and make a nave of it</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The conscience is converted into palms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We agree in principle. That’s clear. But take</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The opposing law and make a peristyle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And from the peristyle project a masque</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is equally converted into palms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Madame, we are where we began. Allow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Therefore, that in the planetary scene</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Proud of such novelties of the sublime,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This will make widows wince. But fictive things</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Place_of_the_Solitaires">
+    The Place of the Solitaires
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let the place of the solitaires</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Be a place of perpetual undulation.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whether it be in mid-sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the dark, green water-wheel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or on the beaches,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There must be no cessation</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of motion, or of the noise of motion,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The renewal of noise</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And manifold continuation;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, most, of the motion of thought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And its restless iteration,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the place of the solitaires,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which is to be a place of perpetual undulation.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Weeping_Burgher">
+    The Weeping Burgher
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is with a strange malice</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That I distort the world.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ah! that ill humors</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should mask as white girls.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ah! that Scaramouche</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should have a black barouche.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sorry verities!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet in excess, continual,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is cure of sorrow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Permit that if as ghost I come</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Among the people burning in me still,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I come as belle design</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of foppish line.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I, then, tortured for old speech,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A white of wildly woven rings;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I, weeping in a calcined heart,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My hands such sharp, imagined things.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Curtains_in_the_House">
+    The Curtains in the House
+    of the Metaphysician
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It comes about that the drifting of these curtains</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is full of long motions; as the ponderous</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Deflations of distance; or as clouds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Inseparable from their afternoons;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or the changing of light, the dropping</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the silence, wide sleep and solitude</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of night, in which all motion</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is beyond us, as the firmament,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up-rising and down-falling, bares</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The last largeness, bold to see.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Banal_Sojourn">
+    Banal Sojourn
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Two wooden tubs of blue hydrangeas stand at the foot of the stone steps.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sky is a blue gum streaked with rose. The trees are black.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The grackles crack their throats of bone in the smooth air.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Moisture and heat have swollen the garden into a slum of bloom.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pardie! Summer is like a fat beast, sleepy in mildew,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Our old bane, green and bloated, serene, who cries,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“That bliss of stars, that princox of evening heaven!” reminding of seasons,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When radiance came running down, slim through the bareness.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And so it is one damns that green shade at the bottom of the land.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For who can care at the wigs despoiling the Satan ear?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And who does not seek the sky unfuzzed, soaring to the princox?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">One has a malady, here, a malady. One feels a malady.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Depression_before_Spring">
+    Depression before Spring
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The cock crows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But no queen rises.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The hair of my blonde</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is dazzling,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the spittle of cows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Threading the wind.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ho! Ho!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But ki-ki-ri-ki</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Brings no rou-cou,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No rou-cou-cou.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But no queen comes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In slipper green.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Emperor_of_Ice-Cream">
+    The Emperor of Ice-Cream
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Call the roller of big cigars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The muscular one, and bid him whip</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let the wenches dawdle in such dress</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As they are used to wear, and let the boys</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let be be finale of seem.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Take from the dresser of deal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On which she embroidered fantails once</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And spread it so as to cover her face.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If her horny feet protrude, they come</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To show how cold she is, and dumb.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let the lamp affix its beam.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Cuban_Doctor">
+    The Cuban Doctor
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I went to Egypt to escape</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Indian, but the Indian struck</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of his cloud and from his sky.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This was no worm bred in the moon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wriggling far down the phantom air,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And on a comfortable sofa dreamed.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Indian struck and disappeared.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I knew my enemy was near—I,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drowsing in summer’s sleepiest horn.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Tea_at_the_Palaz_of_Hoon">
+    Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not less because in purple I descended</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The western day through what you called</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The loneliest air, not less was I myself.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I was myself the compass of that sea:</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or heard or felt came not but from myself;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And there I found myself more truly and more strange.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Exposition_of_the_Contents_of_a_Cab">
+    Exposition of the Contents of a Cab
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Victoria Clementina, negress,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Took seven white dogs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To ride in a cab.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bells of the dogs chinked.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Harness of the horses shuffled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like brazen shells.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh-hé-hé! Fragrant puppets</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By the green lake-pallors,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She too is flesh,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a breech-cloth might wear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Netted of topaz and ruby</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And savage blooms;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thridding the squawkiest jungle</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a golden sedan,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">White dogs at bay.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">What breech-cloth might you wear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Except linen, embroidered</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By elderly women?</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Disillusionment_of_Ten_OClock">
+    Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The houses are haunted</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By white night-gowns.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">None are green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or purple with green rings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or green with yellow rings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or yellow with blue rings.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">None of them are strange,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With socks of lace</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And beaded ceintures.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">People are not going</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To dream of baboons and periwinkles.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only, here and there, an old sailor,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drunk and asleep in his boots,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Catches tigers</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In red weather.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sunday_Morning">
+    Sunday Morning
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+<h3>I</h3>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Complacencies of the peignoir, and late</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the green freedom of a cockatoo</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upon a rug mingle to dissipate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She dreams a little, and she feels the dark</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Encroachment of that old catastrophe,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As a calm darkens among water-lights.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pungent oranges and bright, green wings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Seem things in some procession of the dead,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Winding across wide water, without sound.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The day is like wide water, without sound,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over the seas, to silent Palestine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dominion of the blood and sepulchre.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="II_5">
+  II
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why should she give her bounty to the dead?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What is divinity if it can come</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only in silent shadows and in dreams?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In any balm or beauty of the earth,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Divinity must live within herself:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Elations when the forest blooms; gusty</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All pleasures and all pains, remembering</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bough of summer and the winter branch.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These are the measures destined for her soul.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="III_4">
+  III
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Jove in the clouds had his inhuman birth.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No mother suckled him, no sweet land gave</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Large-mannered motions to his mythy mind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He moved among us, as a muttering king,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Magnificent, would move among his hinds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Until our blood, commingling, virginal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With heaven, brought such requital to desire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The very hinds discerned it, in a star.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall our blood fail? Or shall it come to be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The blood of paradise? And shall the earth</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Seem all of paradise that we shall know?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sky will be much friendlier then than now,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A part of labor and a part of pain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And next in glory to enduring love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not this dividing and indifferent blue.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IV_3">
+  IV
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She says, “I am content when wakened birds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before they fly, test the reality</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of misty fields, by their sweet questionings;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Return no more, where, then, is paradise?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is not any haunt of prophesy,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor any old chimera of the grave,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Neither the golden underground, nor isle</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Melodious, where spirits gat them home,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor visionary south, nor cloudy palm</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Remote on heaven’s hill, that has endured</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As April’s green endures; or will endure</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like her remembrance of awakened birds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or her desire for June and evening, tipped</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By the consummation of the swallow’s wings.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="V_2">
+  V
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She says, “But in contentment I still feel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The need of some imperishable bliss.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Alone, shall come fulfilment to our dreams</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And our desires. Although she strews the leaves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of sure obliteration on our paths,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The path sick sorrow took, the many paths</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where triumph rang its brassy phrase, or love</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whispered a little out of tenderness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She makes the willow shiver in the sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For maidens who were wont to sit and gaze</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upon the grass, relinquished to their feet.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She causes boys to pile new plums and pears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On disregarded plate. The maidens taste</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And stray impassioned in the littering leaves.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VI_2">
+  VI
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is there no change of death in paradise?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Does ripe fruit never fall? Or do the boughs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hang always heavy in that perfect sky,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With rivers like our own that seek for seas</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They never find, the same receding shores</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That never touch with inarticulate pang?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why set the pear upon those river-banks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or spice the shores with odors of the plum?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Alas, that they should wear our colors there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The silken weavings of our afternoons,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And pick the strings of our insipid lutes!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Death is the mother of beauty, mystical,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Within whose burning bosom we devise</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VII_1">
+  VII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Supple and turbulent, a ring of men</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall chant in orgy on a summer morn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their boisterous devotion to the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not as a god, but as a god might be,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Naked among them, like a savage source.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their chant shall be a chant of paradise,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of their blood, returning to the sky;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in their chant shall enter, voice by voice,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The windy lake wherein their lord delights,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The trees, like serafin, and echoing hills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That choir among themselves long afterward.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They shall know well the heavenly fellowship</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of men that perish and of summer morn.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And whence they came and whither they shall go</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dew upon their feet shall manifest.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VIII_1">
+  VIII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She hears, upon that water without sound,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Is not the porch of spirits lingering.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We live in an old chaos of the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or old dependency of day and night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of that wide water, inescapable.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Deer walk upon our mountains, and the quail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whistle about us their spontaneous cries;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, in the isolation of the sky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ambiguous undulations as they sink,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Downward to darkness, on extended wings.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Virgin_Carrying_a_Lantern">
+    The Virgin Carrying a Lantern
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There are no bears among the roses,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only a negress who supposes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Things false and wrong</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">About the lantern of the beauty</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who walks, there, as a farewell duty,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Walks long and long.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pity that her pious egress</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should fill the vigil of a negress</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With heat so strong!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Stars_at_Tallapoosa">
+    Stars at Tallapoosa
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lines are straight and swift between the stars.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The night is not the cradle that they cry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The criers, undulating the deep-oceaned phrase.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lines are much too dark and much too sharp.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mind herein attains simplicity,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is no moon, no single, silvered leaf.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The body is no body to be seen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But is an eye that studies its black lid.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let these be your delight, secretive hunter,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wading the sea-lines, moist and ever-mingling,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Mounting the earth-lines, long and lax, lethargic.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These lines are swift and fall without diverging.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The melon-flower nor dew nor web of either</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is like to these. But in yourself is like:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A sheaf of brilliant arrows flying straight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Flying and falling straightway for their pleasure,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their pleasure that is all bright-edged and cold;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or, if not arrows, then the nimblest motions,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Making recoveries of young nakedness</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the lost vehemence the midnights hold.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Explanation">
+    Explanation
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ach, Mutter,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This old, black dress,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have been embroidering</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">French flowers on it.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not by way of romance,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here is nothing of the ideal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nein,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nein.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It would have been different,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Liebchen,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I had imagined myself,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In an orange gown,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drifting through space,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a figure on the church-wall.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Six_Significant_Landscapes">
+    Six Significant Landscapes
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3>I</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An old man sits</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the shadow of a pine tree</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In China.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He sees larkspur,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blue and white,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the edge of the shadow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Move in the wind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His beard moves in the wind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pine tree moves in the wind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thus water flows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over weeds.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="II_6">
+  II
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The night is of the color</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of a woman’s arm:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Night, the female,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Obscure,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fragrant and supple,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Conceals herself.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A pool shines,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a bracelet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shaken in a dance.</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="III_5">
+  III
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I measure myself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Against a tall tree.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I find that I am much taller,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For I reach right up to the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With my eye;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I reach to the shore of the sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With my ear.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nevertheless, I dislike</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The way the ants crawl</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In and out of my shadow.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IV_4">
+  IV
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When my dream was near the moon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The white folds of its gown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Filled with yellow light.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The soles of its feet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grew red.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Its hair filled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With certain blue crystallizations</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From stars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not far off.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="V_3">
+  V
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not all the knives of the lamp-posts,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor the chisels of the long streets,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor the mallets of the domes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And high towers,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can carve</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What one star can carve,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shining through the grape-leaves.</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VI_3">
+  VI
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rationalists, wearing square hats,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Think, in square rooms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Looking at the floor,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Looking at the ceiling.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They confine themselves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To right-angled triangles.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If they tried rhomboids,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cones, waving lines, ellipses—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As for example, the ellipse of the half-moon—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rationalists would wear sombreros.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Bantams_in_Pine-Woods">
+    Bantams in Pine-Woods
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of tan with henna hackles, halt!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Damned universal cock, as if the sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your world is you. I am my world.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Anecdote_of_the_Jar">
+    Anecdote of the Jar
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I placed a jar in Tennessee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And round it was, upon a hill.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It made the slovenly wilderness</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Surround that hill.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wilderness rose up to it,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sprawled around, no longer wild.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The jar was round upon the ground</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And tall and of a port in air.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It took dominion everywhere.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The jar was gray and bare.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It did not give of bird or bush,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like nothing else in Tennessee.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Palace_of_the_Babies">
+    Palace of the Babies
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The disbeliever walked the moonlit place,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Outside of gates of hammered serafin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Observing the moon-blotches on the walls.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The yellow rocked across the still façades,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or else sat spinning on the pinnacles,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While he imagined humming sounds and sleep.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The walker in the moonlight walked alone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And each blank window of the building balked</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His loneliness and what was in his mind:</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If in a shimmering room the babies came,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drawn close by dreams of fledgling wing,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was because night nursed them in its fold.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Night nursed not him in whose dark mind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The clambering wings of birds of black revolved,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Making harsh torment of the solitude.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The walker in the moonlight walked alone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in his heart his disbelief lay cold.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His broad-brimmed hat came close upon his eyes.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Frogs_Eat_Butterflies_Snakes_Eat">
+    Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat
+    Frogs. Hogs Eat Snakes.
+    Men Eat Hogs
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tugging at banks, until they seemed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The breath of turgid summer, and</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Heavy with thunder’s rattapallax,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">That the man who erected this cabin, planted</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This field, and tended it awhile,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Knew not the quirks of imagery,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">That the hours of his indolent, arid days,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grotesque with this nosing in banks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This somnolence and rattapallax,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Seemed to suckle themselves on his arid being,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the swine-like rivers suckled themselves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While they went seaward to the sea-mouths.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Jasmines_Beautiful_Thoughts">
+    Jasmine’s Beautiful Thoughts
+    Underneath the Willow
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My titillations have no foot-notes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And their memorials are the phrases</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of idiosyncratic music.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The love that will not be transported</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In an old, frizzled, flambeaued manner,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But muses on its eccentricity,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is like a vivid apprehension</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of bliss beyond the mutes of plaster,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or paper souvenirs of rapture,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of bliss submerged beneath appearance,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In an interior ocean’s rocking</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of long, capricious fugues and chorals.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Cortege_for_Rosenbloom">
+    Cortège for Rosenbloom
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, the wry Rosenbloom is dead</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And his finical carriers tread,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On a hundred legs, the tread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the dead.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rosenbloom is dead.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They carry the wizened one</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the color of horn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the sullen hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Treading a tread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In unison for the dead.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rosenbloom is dead.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The tread of the carriers does not halt</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the hill, but turns</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up the sky.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They are bearing his body into the sky.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is the infants of misanthropes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the infants of nothingness</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That tread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wooden ascents</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the ascending of the dead.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is turbans they wear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And boots of fur</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">As they tread the boards</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a region of frost,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Viewing the frost.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">To a chirr of gongs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a chitter of cries</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the heavy thrum</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the endless tread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That they tread.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">To a jangle of doom</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a jumble of words</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the intense poem</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the strictest prose</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of Rosenbloom.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And they bury him there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Body and soul,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a place in the sky.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lamentable tread!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rosenbloom is dead.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Tattoo">
+    Tattoo
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The light is like a spider.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It crawls over the water.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It crawls over the edges of the snow.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It crawls under your eyelids</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And spreads its webs there—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Its two webs.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The webs of your eyes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are fastened</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the flesh and bones of you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As to rafters or grass.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There are filaments of your eyes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the surface of the water</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in the edges of the snow.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Bird_with_the_Coppery_Keen">
+    The Bird with the Coppery, Keen
+    Claws
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Above the forest of the parakeets,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A parakeet of parakeets prevails,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A pip of life amid a mort of tails.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">(The rudiments of tropics are around,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Aloe of ivory, pear of rusty rind.)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His lids are white because his eyes are blind.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He is not paradise of parakeets,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of his gold ether, golden alguazil.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Except because he broods there and is still,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Panache upon panache, his tails deploy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upward and outward, in green-vented forms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His tip a drop of water full of storms.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But though the turbulent tinges undulate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As his pure intellect applies its laws,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He moves not on his coppery, keen claws.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He munches a dry shell while he exerts</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His will, yet never ceases, perfect cock,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To flare, in the sun-pallor of his rock.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Life_Is_Motion">
+    Life Is Motion
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In Oklahoma,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bonnie and Josie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dressed in calico,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Danced around a stump.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They cried,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Ohoyaho,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ohoo” ...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Celebrating the marriage</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of flesh and air.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Architecture">
+    Architecture
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3>I</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What manner of building shall we build?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let us design a chastel de chasteté.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">De pensée....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Never cease to deploy the structure.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Keep the laborers shouldering plinths.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pass the whole of life earing the clink of the</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Chisels of the stone-cutters cutting the stones.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="II_7">
+  II
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In this house, what manner of utterance shall there be?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What heavenly dithyramb</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And cantilene?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What niggling forms of gargoyle patter?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of what shall the speech be,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In that splay of marble</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And of obedient pillars?</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="III_6">
+  III
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And how shall those come vested that come there?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In their ugly reminders?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or gaudy as tulips?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As they climb the stairs</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">To the group of Flora Coddling Hecuba?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As they climb the flights</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the closes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Overlooking whole seasons?</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IV_5">
+  IV
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let us build the building of light.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Push up the towers</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the cock-tops.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These are the pointings of our edifice,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which, like a gorgeous palm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall tuft the commonplace.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These are the window-sill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On which the quiet moonlight lies.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="V_4">
+  V
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How shall we hew the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Split it and make blocks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To build a ruddy palace?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How carve the violet moon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To set in nicks?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let us fix portals, east and west,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Abhorring green-blue north and blue-green south.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Our chiefest dome a demoiselle of gold.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pierce the interior with pouring shafts,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In diverse chambers.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pierce, too, with buttresses of coral air</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And purple timbers,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Various argentines,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Embossings of the sky.</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span></p>
+
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VI_4">
+  VI
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, finally, set guardians in the grounds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gray, gruesome grumblers.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For no one proud, nor stiff,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No solemn one, nor pale,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No chafferer, may come</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To sully the begonias, nor vex</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With holy or sublime ado</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The kremlin of kermess.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VII_2">
+  VII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only the lusty and the plenteous</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall walk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bronze-filled plazas</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the nut-shell esplanades.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Wind_Shifts">
+    The Wind Shifts
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This is how the wind shifts:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like the thoughts of an old human,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who still thinks eagerly</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And despairingly.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind shifts like this:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a human without illusions,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who still feels irrational things within her.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind shifts like this:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like humans approaching proudly,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like humans approaching angrily.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This is how the wind shifts:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a human, heavy and heavy,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who does not care.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Colloquy_with_a_Polish_Aunt">
+    Colloquy with a Polish Aunt
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='poetry-container'>
+<div class='ack'>
+<p><i>Elle savait toutes les légendes du Paradis et tous les contes
+de la Pologne.</i></p>
+
+<p class="float-right">
+  <i>Revue des Deux Mondes</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <p class='mbh pl1'><i>She</i></p>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How is it that my saints from Voragine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In their embroidered slippers, touch your spleen?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <p class='mbh pl1'><i>He</i></p>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Old pantaloons, duenna of the spring!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <p class='mbh pl1'><i>She</i></p>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Imagination is the will of things....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thus, on the basis of the common drudge,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You dream of women, swathed in indigo,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Holding their books toward the nearer stars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To read, in secret, burning secrecies....</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gubbinal">
+    Gubbinal
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">That strange flower, the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is just what you say.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Have it your way.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The world is ugly,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the people are sad.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">That tuft of jungle feathers,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That animal eye,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is just what you say.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">That savage of fire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That seed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Have it your way.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The world is ugly,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the people are sad.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Two_Figures_in_Dense">
+    Two Figures in Dense
+    Violet Night
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I had as lief be embraced by the porter at the hotel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As to get no more from the moonlight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Than your moist hand.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Be the voice of night and Florida in my ear.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Use dusky words and dusky images.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Darken your speech.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Speak, even, as if I did not hear you speaking,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But spoke for you perfectly in my thoughts,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Conceiving words,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the night conceives the sea-sounds in silence,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And out of their droning sibilants makes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A serenade.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Say, puerile, that the buzzards crouch on the ridge-pole</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sleep with one eye watching the stars fall</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Below Key West.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Say that the palms are clear in a total blue,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are clear and are obscure; that it is night;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That the moon shines.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Theory">
+    Theory
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am what is around me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Women understand this.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">One is not duchess</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A hundred yards from a carriage.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">These, then are portraits:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A black vestibule;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A high bed sheltered by curtains.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">These are merely instances.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="To_the_One_of_Fictive_Music">
+    To the One of Fictive Music
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sister and mother and diviner love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And of the sisterhood of the living dead</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Most near, most clear, and of the clearest bloom,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And of the fragrant mothers the most dear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And queen, and of diviner love the day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And flame and summer and sweet fire, no thread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of cloudy silver sprinkles in your gown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Its venom of renown, and on your head</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No crown is simpler than the simple hair.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, of the music summoned by the birth</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That separates us from the wind and sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet leaves us in them, until earth becomes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By being so much of the things we are,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gross effigy and simulacrum, none</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gives motion to perfection more serene</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Than yours, out of our imperfections wrought,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Most rare, or ever of more kindred air</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the laborious weaving that you wear.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For so retentive of themselves are men</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That music is intensest which proclaims</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The near, the clear, and vaunts the clearest bloom,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And of all vigils musing the obscure,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That apprehends the most which sees and names,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As in your name, an image that is sure,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Among the arrant spices of the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O bough and bush and scented vine, in whom</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We give ourselves our likest issuance.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet not too like, yet not so like to be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Too near, too clear, saving a little to endow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Our feigning with the strange unlike, whence springs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The difference that heavenly pity brings.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For this, musician, in your girdle fixed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bear other perfumes. On your pale head wear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A band entwining, set with fatal stones.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Unreal, give back to us what once you gave:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The imagination that we spurned and crave.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[131]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Hymn_from_a_Watermelon_Pavilion">
+    Hymn from a Watermelon Pavilion
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">You dweller in the dark cabin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To whom the watermelon is always purple,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whose garden is wind and moon,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the two dreams, night and day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What lover, what dreamer, would choose</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The one obscured by sleep?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here is the plantain by your door</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the best cock of red feather</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That crew before the clocks.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A feme may come, leaf-green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whose coming may give revel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beyond revelries of sleep,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yes, and the blackbird spread its tail,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So that the sun may speckle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While it creaks hail.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">You dweller in the dark cabin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rise, since rising will not waken,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hail, cry hail, cry hail.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Peter_Quince_at_the_Clavier">
+    Peter Quince at the Clavier
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3>I</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Just as my fingers on these keys</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Make music, so the self-same sounds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On my spirit make a music, too.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Music is feeling, then, not sound;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And thus it is that what I feel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here in this room, desiring you,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is music. It is like the strain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Waked in the elders by Susanna;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of a green evening, clear and warm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She bathed in her still garden, while</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The red-eyed elders, watching, felt</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The basses of their beings throb</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In witching chords, and their thin blood</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="II_8">
+  II
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the green water, clear and warm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Susanna lay.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She searched</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The touch of springs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And found</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Concealed imaginings.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She sighed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For so much melody.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Upon the bank, she stood</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the cool</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of spent emotions.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She felt, among the leaves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of old devotions.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">She walked upon the grass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Still quavering.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The winds were like her maids,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On timid feet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fetching her woven scarves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet wavering.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A breath upon her hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Muted the night.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She turned—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A cymbal crashed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And roaring horns.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="III_7">
+  III
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Soon, with a noise like tambourines,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came her attendant Byzantines.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They wondered why Susanna cried</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Against the elders by her side;</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And as they whispered, the refrain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was like a willow swept by rain.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Anon, their lamps’ uplifted flame</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Revealed Susanna and her shame.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And then, the simpering Byzantines</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fled, with a noise like tambourines.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IV_6">
+  IV
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beauty is momentary in the mind—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fitful tracing of a portal;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But in the flesh it is immortal.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The body dies; the body’s beauty lives.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So evenings die, in their green going,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A wave, interminably flowing.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So gardens die, their meek breath scenting</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The cowl of winter, done repenting.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So maidens die, to the auroral</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Celebration of a maiden’s choral.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Susanna’s music touched the bawdy strings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of those white elders; but, escaping,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Left only Death’s ironic scraping.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, in its immortality, it plays</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the clear viol of her memory,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And makes a constant sacrament of praise.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Thirteen_Ways_of_Looking_at_a">
+    Thirteen Ways of Looking at a
+    Blackbird
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3>I</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Among twenty snowy mountains,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The only moving thing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was the eye of the black bird.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="II_9">
+  II
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I was of three minds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a tree</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In which there are three blackbirds.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="III_8">
+  III
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was a small part of the pantomime.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IV_7">
+  IV
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A man and a woman</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are one.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A man and a woman and a blackbird</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are one.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="V_5">
+  V
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I do not know which to prefer,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The beauty of inflections</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or the beauty of innuendoes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The blackbird whistling</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or just after.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VI_5">
+  VI
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Icicles filled the long window</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With barbaric glass.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The shadow of the blackbird</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crossed it, to and fro.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mood</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Traced in the shadow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An indecipherable cause.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VII_3">
+  VII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O thin men of Haddam,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why do you imagine golden birds?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Do you not see how the blackbird</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Walks around the feet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the women about you?</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="VIII_2">
+  VIII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I know noble accents</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And lucid, inescapable rhythms;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I know, too,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That the blackbird is involved</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In what I know.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="IX_1">
+  IX
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the blackbird flew out of sight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It marked the edge</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of one of many circles.</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="X_1">
+  X
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the sight of blackbirds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Flying in a green light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Even the bawds of euphony</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would cry out sharply.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="XI_1">
+  XI
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He rode over Connecticut</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a glass coach.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Once, a fear pierced him,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In that he mistook</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The shadow of his equipage</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For blackbirds.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="XII_1">
+  XII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The river is moving.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The blackbird must be flying.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+<h3 id="XIII">
+  XIII
+</h3>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was evening all afternoon.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was snowing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And it was going to snow.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The blackbird sat</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the cedar-limbs.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Nomad_Exquisite">
+    Nomad Exquisite
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the immense dew of Florida</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Brings forth</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The big-finned palm</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And green vine angering for life,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the immense dew of Florida</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Brings forth hymn and hymn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the beholder,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beholding all these green sides</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And gold sides of green sides,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And blessed mornings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Meet for the eye of the young alligator,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And lightning colors</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So, in me, come flinging</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Forms, flames, and the flakes of flames.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Tea">
+    Tea
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the elephant’s-ear in the park</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shrivelled in frost,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the leaves on the paths</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ran like rats,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your lamp-light fell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On shining pillows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of sea-shades and sky-shades,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like umbrellas in Java.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="To_the_Roaring_Wind">
+    To the Roaring Wind
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">What syllable are you seeking,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Vocalissimus,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the distances of sleep?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Speak it.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p class='center mt2 allsmcap' id="THE_END">
+  THE END
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter transnote">
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Transcribers_Notes">
+    Transcriber’s Notes
+  </h2>
+
+<ul>
+<li>Obvious typographic errors silently corrected.</li>
+
+<li>New original cover art included with this eBook is granted
+to the public domain.</li>
+</ul>
+
+</div>
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78743 ***</div>
+</body>
+</html>
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