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  • I watch the Indians dancing to help the young corn at Taos
    pueblo. The old men squat in a ring
    28 lines
  • The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
    The blue pool in the old garden,
    20 lines
  • The extraordinary patience of things!
    This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses-
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • The deer were bounding like blown leaves
    Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire;
    14 lines
  • The heads of strong old age are beautiful
    Beyond all grace of youth. They have strange quiet,
    14 lines
  • While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire
    And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass,
    11 lines
  • When the sun shouts and people abound
    One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams.
    To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
    19 lines
  • The universe expands and contracts like a great heart.
    It is expanding, the farthest nebulae
    40 lines
  • Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely
    contemptible, the dangled
    29 lines
  • The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains,
    Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is
    20 lines
  • To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother
    Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands
    8 lines
  • The heroic stars spending themselves,
    Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
    8 lines
  • Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
    Our God? For to be equal a need
    15 lines
  • The little biplane that has the river-meadow for landing-field
    And carries passengers brief rides,
    17 lines
  • A night the half-moon was like a dancing-girl,
    No, like a drunkard's last half-dollar
    2302 lines
  • I. TO DESIRE
                                     
    112 lines
  • Christ was your lord and captain all your life,
    He fails the world but you he did not fail,
    13 lines
  • (NOVEMBER, 1918)
    Peace now for every fury has had her day,
    172 lines
  • Point Joe has teeth and has torn ships; it has fierce and solitary
    beauty;
    41 lines
  • The clapping blackness of the wings of pointed cormorants,
    the great indolent planes
    29 lines
  • The days shorten, the south blows wide for showers now,
    The south wind shouts to the rivers,
    16 lines
  • Old garden of grayish and ochre lichen,
    How long a rime since the brown people who have vanished from
    26 lines
  • At the equinox when the earth was veiled in a late rain, wreathed
    with wet poppies, waiting spring,
    38 lines
  • You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
    burning-flower from Sparta, the beautiful sea-flower
    1923 lines
  • The dog barked; then the woman stood in the doorway, and hearing
    iron strike stone down the steep road
    617 lines
  • The ebb slips from the rock, the sunken
    Tide-rocks lift streaming shoulders
    73 lines
  • The fierce musical cries of a couple of sparrowhawks hunting
    on the headland,
    23 lines
  • Invisible gulls with human voices cry in the sea-cloud
    "There is room, wild minds,
    18 lines
  • Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,
    The exuberant voices of music,
    23 lines
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