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LOQUITUR: En Bertans de Born. Dante Alighieri put this man in hell
for that he was a stirrer up of strife. Eccovi! Judge ye! Have I dug
him up again? The scene is at his castle, Altaforte. "Papiols" is his
jongleur. "The Leopard," the device of Richard Coeur de Lion.

The Needle

© Ezra Pound

Mock not the flood of stars, the thing's to be.
O Love, come now, this land turns evil slowly.
The waves bore in, soon they bear away.

An Immorality

© Ezra Pound

Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,Than do high deeds in Hungary

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1: 1931-1934

© Anais Nin

"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it

Landscapes

© John Burnside

Behind faces and gestures
We remain mute
And spoken words heavy
With what we ignore or keep silent
Betray us

My Country

© Dorothea Mackellar

My Country The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.

Leffingwell

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

I tell you, Leffingwell was more than these;
And if he prove a rather sorry knight,
What quiverings in the distance of what light
May not have lured him with high promises,
And then gone down?He may have been deceived;
He may have lied,he did; and he believed.

Rahel to Varnhagen

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

NOTE.Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriageso far as he was concerned at any rateappears to have been satisfactory.
Now you have read them all; or if not all,
As many as in all conscience I should fancy
To be enough. There are no more of them

Tasker Norcross

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

Ferguson,
Who talked himself at last out of the world
He censured, and is therefore silent now,
Agreed indifferently: My friends are dead
Or most of them.

The Three Taverns

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.(Acts xxviii, 15)
Herodion, Apelles, Amplias,
And Andronicus? Is it you I see
At last? And is it you now that are gazing

The Book of Annandale

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

IPartly to think, more to be left alone,
George Annandale said something to his friends
A word or two, brusque, but yet smoothed enough
To suit their funeral gazeand went upstairs;

Sainte-Nitouche

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

Though not for common praise of him,
Nor yet for pride or charity,
Still would I make to Vanderberg
One tribute for his memory:

Nimmo

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

Since you remember Nimmo, and arrive
At such a false and florid and far drawn
Confusion of odd nonsense, I connive
No longer, though I may have led you on.

The Growth of Lorraine

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

You tell me not to say these things, I know,
But I should never try to be content:
Ive gone too far; the life would be too slow.
Some could have done itsome girls have the stuff;
But I cant do it: I dont know enough.
Im going to the devil.And she went.

Two Sonnets

No, I have not your backward faith to shrink
Lone-faring from the doorway of Gods home
To find Him in the names of buried men;
Nor your ingenious recreance to think
We cherish, in the life that is to come,
The scattered features of dead friends again.

Llewellyn and the Tree

Could he have made Priscilla share
The paradise that he had planned,
Llewellyn would have loved his wife
As well as any in the land.

The Voice of Age

She'd look upon us, if she could,
As hard as Rhadamanthus would;
Yet one may see,who sees her face,
Her crown of silver and of lace,

Rembrandt to Rembrandt

(AMSTERDAM, 1645)
And there you are again, now as you are.
Observe yourself as you discern yourself
In your discredited ascendency;

The Sage

There at his touch there was a treasure chest,
And in it was a gleam, but not of gold;
And on it, like a flame, these words were scrolled:
I keep the mintage of Eternity.
Who comes to take one coin may take the rest,
And all may comebut not without the key.

The Chorus of Old Men in Aegus

Ye gods that have a home beyond the world,
Ye that have eyes for all mans agony,
Ye that have seen this woe that we have seen,
Look with a just regard,