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The Poplar

Why do you always stand there shivering
Between the white stream and the road?
The people pass through the dust …

Richard Aldington
Lesbia

Grow weary if you will, let me be sad.
Use no more speech now;
Let the silence spread gold hair above us, …

Richard Aldington
Images

I
like a gondola of green scented fruits
Drifting along the dank canals at Venice, …

Richard Aldington
Choricos

The ancient songs
Pass deathward mournfully.
Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths, …

Richard Aldington
Barberries

You say I touch the barberries
As a lover his mistress?
What a curious fancy! …

Mary Aldis
When You Come

When you come tonight
To our small room
You will look and listen— …

Mary Aldis
Flash-lights

I
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
Sputter and sizzle at head and foot. …

Mary Aldis
Voyage a l'Infini

The swan existing
Is like a song with an accompaniment
Imaginary. …

Walter Conrad Arensberg
At Daybreak

I had a dream and I awoke with it—
Poor little thing that I had not unclasped
After the kiss good-by. …

Walter Conrad Arensberg
To Hasekawa

Perhaps it is no matter that you died.
Life’s an incognito which you saw through:
You never told on life—you had your pride; …

Walter Conrad Arensberg
Dialogue

Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate,
And when he enters let him be at home.
Think of the roads that he has had to roam. …

Walter Conrad Arensberg
Song of the Souls Set Free

Wrap the earth in cloudy weather
For a shroud.
We have slipped the earthly tether, …

Walter Conrad Arensberg
A New England Church

The white church on the hill
Looks over the little bay—
A beautiful thing on the hill …

Wilton Agnew Barrett
Rue Bonaparte

You that but seek your modest rolls and coffee,
When you have passed the bar, and have saluted
Its watchful madam, then pray enter softly …

Joseph Warren Beach
The View at Gunderson's

Sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea,
Gazing from his window, this is what you see:
A cat that snaps at flies; a track leading down …

Joseph Warren Beach
The Falconer of God

I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying.
I said, “Wait on, wait on, while I ride below!
I shall start a heron soon …

William Rose Benet
The Horse Thief

There he moved, cropping the grass at the purple canyon’s lip.
His mane was mixed with the moonlight that silvered his snow-white side,
For the moon sailed out of a cloud with the wake of a spectral ship. …

William Rose Benet
The Rear Porches of an Apartment-Building

A sky that has never known sun, moon or stars,
A sky that is like a dead, kind face,
Would have the color of your eyes, …

Maxwell Bodenheim
The Interne

Oh, the agony of having too much power!
In my passive palm are hundreds of lives.
Strange alchemy!—they drain my blood: …

Maxwell Bodenheim
The Old Jew

No fawn-tinged hospital pajamas could cheat him of his austerity,
Which tamed even the doctors with its pure fire.
They examined him; made him bow to them: …

Maxwell Bodenheim