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- Night falls; the great jars glow against the dark,
Dark green, dusk red, and, like a coiling snake,447 lines - Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk,
The tiresome noises, all the common things24 lines - The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white
Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light30 lines - I am a shell. From me you shall not hear
The splendid tramplings of insistent drums,14 lines, 3 comments - The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past
And all the grey waves flamed to red again31 lines - He lay within a warm, soft world
Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled,55 lines, 1 comment - Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun,
Into the free companionship of air;14 lines - He woke up with a sick taste in his mouth
And lay there heavily, while dancing motes45 lines - The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits,
The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates,37 lines, 1 comment - Black trees against an orange sky,
Trees that the wind shook terribly,184 lines - Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron,
Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked54 lines - The little letters dance across the page,
Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes;14 lines - Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling
From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes,14 lines - Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright
As the blank windows set in glaring brick,16 lines - I lie stretched out upon the window-seat
And doze, and read a page or two, and doze,14 lines - Eternally the choking steam goes up
From the black pools of seething oil. . . .67 lines - Next, then, the peacock, gilt
With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes60 lines - There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips
Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom20 lines - There were not many at that lonely place,
Where two scourged hills met in a little plain.14 lines - After the whipping he crawled into bed,
Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping.24 lines - Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn,
Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars;14 lines, 1 comment - Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning.
"Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then43 lines
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