Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Winter Dusk

I WATCH the great clear twilightVeiling the ice-bowed trees;Their branches tinkle faintlyWith crystal melodies.The larches bend their silverOver the..

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The House Of Dreams

I built a little House of Dreams,And fenced it all about,But still I heard the Wind of TruthThat roared without.I laid a fire of MemoriesAnd sat..

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New Year's Dawn - Broadway

When the horns wear thinAnd the noise, like a garment outworn,Falls from the night,The tattered and shivering night,That thinks she is gay;When the..

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The Mother Of A Poet

She is too kind, I think, for mortal things,Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth;God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,And made her soul as..

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Primavera Mia

As kings, seeing their lives about to pass,Take off the heavy ermine and the crown,So had the trees that autumn-time laid downTheir golden garments..

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Galahad In The Castle Of The Maidens

(To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey's painting)The other maidens raised their eyes to himWho stumbled in before them when the fightHad left..

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Winter Stars

I WENT out at night alone;The young blood flowing beyond the seaSeemed to have drenched my spirit's wings—I bore my sorrow heavily.But when I lifted..

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Compensation

I SHOULD be glad of lonelinessAnd hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heartAnd the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a..

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Vox Corporis

The beast to the beast is calling,And the soul bends down to wait;Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,The white man calls his mate.The beast to the..

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Arcturus

ARCTURUS brings the spring backAs surely now as whenHe rose on eastern islandsFor Grecian girls and men;The twilight is as clear a blue,The star as..

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From The Woolworth Tower

Vivid with love, eager for greater beautyOut of the night we comeInto the corridor, brilliant and warm.A metal door slides open,And the lift receives..

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Roundel

If he could know my songs are all for him,At silver dawn or in the evening glow,Would he not smile and think it but a whim,If he could know?Or would..

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The Gift

What can I give you, my lord, my lover,You who have given the world to me,Showed me the light and the joy that coverThe wild sweet earth and the..

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Night Song Of Amalfi

I asked the heaven of starsWhat I should I give my love--It answered me with silence,Silence above.I asked the darkened seaDown where the fishermen..

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Dead Love

God let me listen to your voice,And look upon you for a space —And then he took your voice away,And dropped a veil before your face.God let me look..

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Dream Song

I plucked a snow-drop in the spring,And in my hand too closely pressed;The warmth had hurt the tender thing,I grieved to see it withering.I gave my..

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Madeira From The Sea

Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emergesVeiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;Softly the dream grows awakening ..

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Riches

I have no riches but my thoughts,Yet these are wealth enough for me;My thoughts of you are golden coinsStamped in the mint of memory;And I must spend..

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I Know The Stars

I KNOW the stars by their names,Aldebaran, Altair,And I know the path they takeUp heaven's broad blue stair.I know the secrets of menBy the look of..

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August Moonrise

THE sun was gone, and the moon was comingOver the blue Connecticut hills;The west was rosy, the east was flushed,And over my head the swallows..

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The Inn Of Earth

I came to the crowded Inn of Earth,And called for a cup of wine,But the Host went by with averted eyeFrom a thirst as keen as mine.Then I sat down..

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Youth And The Pilgrim

Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,I pray you tell to meIs there a land where Love is not,By shore of any sea?For I am weary of the god,And I would..

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Pierrot's Song

(For a picture by Duncan Walker)Lady, light in the east hangs low,Draw your veils of dream apart,Under the casement stands PierrotMaking a song to..

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The Metropolitan Tower

We walked together in the duskTo watch the tower grow dimly white,And saw it lift against the skyIts flower of amber light.You talked of half a..

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Pierrot

Pierrot stands in the gardenBeneath a waning moon,And on his lute he fashionsA little silver tune.Pierrot plays in the garden,He thinks he plays for..

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