The Return

uswritten by Ezra Pound

See, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet,
The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
Wavering!

See, they return, one by one,
With fear, as half-awakened;
As if the snow should hesitate
And murmur in the wind,
and half turn back;
These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe,"
Inviolable.

Gods of the Wingèd shoe!
With them the silver hounds,
sniffing the trace of air!

Haie! Haie!
These were the swift to harry;
These the keen-scented;
These were the souls of blood.

Slow on the leash,
pallid the leash-men!



Ezra Pound

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I Have Loved Hours At Sea

uswritten by Sara Teasdale, published on Sun 08.19.2007 at 03:13

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
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I Shall Not Care

uswritten by Sara Teasdale, published on Wed 07.18.2007 at 21:21

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,

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It Will Not Change

uswritten by Sara Teasdale, published on Wed 07.18.2007 at 17:39

It will not change now
After so many years;
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With parting or tears;
Death will not alter it,

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Interlude: Songs out of Sorrow

uswritten by Sara Teasdale, published on Wed 07.18.2007 at 13:05

I.Spirit's House
From naked stones of agony
I will build a house for me;
As a mason all alone

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Beatrice

uswritten by Sara Teasdale, published on Tue 07.03.2007 at 16:36

Send out the singers -- let the room be still;
They have not eased my pain nor brought me sleep.

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After Love

uswritten by Sara Teasdale, published on Sat 06.30.2007 at 22:21

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

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