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Excerpt 1 How shall I dedicate my smart new book, Scarcely dry, and polished smooth with pumice? To you, Cornelius: You are always saying My trifles are, somehow, of some importance, Even when you, of all Italians, strive To bind our entire history in thr ...
Excerpt The black boat ride to somebody who looks like me is not   big history. Why we find familiars is not the high felt cap, rose and black, I   soon wished you’d bring for me. Is not the hundred wheels of rye bread   thread on ceiling poles for our fi ...
Excerpt When no animals lean out of the night sky and the streets are littered with the blackened stars and flames of leaves, in dead water I walk the calendar’s last arc. Then halos crown old cars and toys left out in the rain shine like new on paths bet ...
Excerpt Incarnations AS evening falls, I stare at the darkening plain. Where I shall rest tonight, I do not know. Trees are already tinged with autumn’s stain And the hilltops burn with the gold of afterglow. Birds on his back, the hunter homes from far, ...
Excerpt Two Stone Buddhas There, by the roadside, face to face, Two stone Buddhas stand. Rain has greened the patient shoulders, Frost has split a hand And wind has brazed the lowered eyes. Yet, cold and hungry there, I envy them their ignorance Of man’s ...
Excerpt All night something was telling my heart “How excited you are to see him When the stars whiten at dawn he will leave, he will leave—hold him hard” Lost to the world I was with the scent of you heedless of morning’s betrayal Over my fine lashes you ...
Excerpt Impermanence I cannot keep a grief so long, That it will seed and blossom high; Harbor a joy until its sails Grow to the mild curve of the sky. Death stalks each to its seeming close, Claps a cold hand upon its lips; Thus goes the round blue of a ...
Excerpt Author(s) Roy Campbell Pages 34-36 Issue Winter 1935 ...
Excerpt Author(s) Harris Downey Old Publication Type Essay Pages 506-519 Issue Autumn 1935 ...
PERMIT the stubborn bone that hives content and sorrow, rage and dream, foreknowledge of the blow that drives apart the cunning-jointed seam. Permit the doomed skull time to free the brain’s bright swarm of gold and black: let air reclaim each velvet bee, ...

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