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There must be real gods
see, the painted gods
how fair!
That way of inspiration
is always open,
and open to everyone;
it acts as go-between, interpreter,
it explains symbols of the past
in to-day's imagery.
I will be free,
no lover's kiss
to bind me to earth,
no bliss of love
to counteract
actual bliss.
No poetic phantasy
but a biological reality,
a fact: I am an entity
like bird, insect, plant
or sea-plant cell;
I live; I am alive.
War wreaked on you his hideous ravishment;
We, we alone, Nereids inviolate,
Remain to weep, with the sea-birds to chant:
Corinth is lost, Corinth is desolate.
Think of the moment you count
most foul in your life;
conjure it,
supplicate,
pray to it;
your face is bleak, you retract,
you dare not remember it.
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.
No one knows,
the heart of a child,
how it grows
until it is too late.
For you are abstract,
making no mistake,
slurring no word
in the rhythm you make,
the poem,
writ in the air.
Dead men would start and move
toward me to learn of love.
I testify
to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven
and walls of colour,
the colonnades of jasper.
I knew the poor,
I knew the hideous death they die,
when famine lays its bleak hand on the door;
I knew the rich,
sated with merriment,
who yet are sad.
(Those women whom the distaff
no longer claims
nor spun cloth)
driven made,
mad,
mad
by Bacchus.
O beautiful white land,
olives and wild anemone and violet
mingled among the shale,
and purple wings
of little winter-butterflies
say, here Psyche, the soul, lies.
Love that I bear
within my breast
how is my armour melted
how my heart
Alas, day, you brought light,
You trailed splendour
You showed us god:
I salute you, most precious one,
But I go to a new place,
Another life.
For this beauty,
beauty without strength,
chokes out life.
You are wind in a stark tree,
you are the stark tree unbent,
you are a strung bow,
you are an arrow.
Maid
of the luminous grey-eyes,
Mistress
of honey and marble implacable white thighs
and Goddess,
chaste daughter of Zeus.
Ardent
yet chill and formal,
how I ache
to tempt a chisel
as a sculptor.
Lift up our eyes to you?
no, God, we stare and stare,
upon a nearer thing
that greets us here,
Death, violent and near.
Long hours
trail in their purple
and long years are lost
in just this moment
while our souls are near,
our mouths separate.
Love, why have you sought the horde
of spearsmen, why the tent
Achilles pitched beside the river-ford?
Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees ...
The things I have
are nameless,
old and true;
they may not be named;
few may live and know.
The race may or may not be to the swift,
but tell me, is it likely
that the fight will be entrusted to the dead?
Fall the deep curtains,
delicate the weave,
fair the thread.
Could beauty be beaten out,
O youth the cities have sent
to strike at each other's strength,
it is you who have kept her alight.
We don't have to know,only to be:let go the jumble of worn words,reason and vanity.
When the shingles hissed
in the rain incendiary,
other values were revealed to us
Every concrete object
has abstract value, is timeless
in the dream parallel.
I could not accept from wisdom
what love taught,
woman is perfect.
It is no madness to say
you will fall, you great cities.
The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish, the feel of the texture of bread, the round and the half-loaf, the grain of a petal, the rain-bow and the rain.
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus,
the palette, the pen, the quill endure,
though our books are a floor
of smouldering ash under our feet.
There is no man can take,
there is no pool can slake,
ultimately I am alone;
ultimately I am done.
O ruthless, perilous, imperious hate,
you can not thwart
the promptings of my soul.
I fear no man, no woman;
flower does not fear
bird, insect nor adder.
Love has no charm
when Love is swept to earth:
you'd make a lop-winged god,
frozen and contrite,
of god up-darting,
winged for passionate flight.
We are these people,
wistful, ironical, wilful,
who have no part in
new-world reconstruction,
in the confederacy of labour.
War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod ...
I smiled,
I waited,
I was circumspect;
O never, never, never write that I
missed life or loving.
Music sets up ladders,
it makes us invisible,
it sets us apart,
it lets us escape;
but from the visible
there is no escape.
Sing
and your hell is heaven,
your heaven less hell.
You will not see
that desire begets
love,
until it all flames
into one concise
and metallic blaze.
Ah love is bitter and sweet,
but which is more sweet
the bitterness or the sweetness,
none has spoken it.
I myself have seen the floating ships
And nothing will ever be the same
The shouts,
The harrowing voices within the house.
I stand apart with an army:
My mind is graven with ships.
Dance until the earth dance.
The Greeks have snatched up their spears.
They have pointed the helms of their ships
Toward the bulwarks of Troy.
Our minds can go no further. The human imagination is capable of no further expression of beauty than the carved owl of Athene, the archaic, marble serpent, the arrogant selfish head of the Acropolis Apollo.
Who dreams of a son,
save one,
childless, having no bright
face to flatter its own,
who dreams of a son?
In my garden
the winds have beaten
the ripe lilies;
in my garden, the salt
has wilted the first flakes
of young narcissus.
The heart
the heart
the heart
how it thrives on hate.
