POEMS The Lesson I had not known what life might be, Until death came to talk with me. But now I know the reason why The brave, white stars are riding high. I know why grass wants rain, and how...
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294 THE COMMONWEAL January 9, 1929 SONNETS ...
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2l6 THE COMMONWEAL June 27, 1928 POEMS Withdrawal Let me drive hence All sullen care and turbulence: These muddy the spirit crystal-cool: Anger with fools but makes another fool. Quiet...
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This, then, being the end, as it is meet The end should be: an ebb, a clock that's ticked Itelf to silence; strict as death is strict; All incompletions solved and made cotnplete, Bequeathing...
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IT USED to be said "In literature, read the oldest; in science, the newest." But, apparently, we have forgotten the first half of the adage. Emerson's three practical rules also are sadly in need...
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'Premonition Whenever he was absent she would pace The empty studio from end to end, Hand clenched against her lips as though to fend Some threatened mortal blow. With frozen face Mask-like in...
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October 28, I925 THE COMMONWEAL 6xS of life very welcome in American art, too long under the sway of the pretty and the pictorialDthe mere story-telling element in painting. Bellows is essentially...
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THE COMMONWEAL October 2I, I925 POEMS Ecstasy When I was young, and the new day broke in At the white window-pane, showing its face, Something played for me with a violin-- Saying that...
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