Hither and Thither The way of snow is hither and thither, The restless way of to and fro, Impatient of the fixed, the mean, Too accurate law of strict machine. The way of snow is hither and...
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This tardy April blast Is winter's final thrust; It cannot master Or halt invincible spring, But only bluster And scatter and drive Out of a cloudy hive A swarm benign. White bees, Without...
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El Greco s Crucifixion Nailed, He has risen. Among clouds Weighted with ice, Charged with storm, Only a mortal shape suspends. This cross, A flag-pole planted on a mountain peak, This flesh A...
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Alone, Immune She was not bound by mortal sight, The stars were hers at noon. Against the malady of night She stood alone, immune. The darkened fields of heaven She ranged, and found the seven-...
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April 17, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 683 POEMS Spring...
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Fogy the Magician Wrapped in a cloak Of grey mystery, Fog, the magician, Steals tip-toe out of the sea. In seven-league boots He skims across the sky, Blowing out the sun, Blotting out the...
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Qlouds There were no flowers in the sky, Only a cobalt field Of glittering July. Under My gaze of wonder You grew From gathered dew; Your soil, the fertile breeze, Your seed, the hum of...
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