Category: Poetry
The spattering of the rain upon pale terraces Of afternoon is like the passing of a dream Amid the roses shuddering 'gainst the wet green stalks Of the streaming trees--the passing of the wind Upon the pale lower terraces of my dream Is like the crinkling of the wet grey robes...
The spattering of the rain upon pale terraces Of afternoon is like the passing of a dream Amid the roses shuddering 'gainst the wet green stalks Of the streaming trees--the pass...
6. PART III. VARIATIONSWe pounded on slowly; From our bows sheeted A shuddering mass of heavy foam: Night closed about us, But ere we were darkened, We saw close in A great gaunt schooner Beating to s...
5. PART II. VARIATIONSLight as thin-winged swallows pirouetting and gyrating, The sails dance in the estuary: Now heeling to the gust, now cantering, Bobbing as shuttles back and forth from each othe...
4. PART I. THE GALEPale green-white, in a gallop across the sky, The clouds retreating from a perilous affray Carry the moon with them, a heavy sack of gold; Sharp arrows, stars between them shoot...
7. PART IV. THE CALMThe clatter of waves up the beach, The grating rush of wet pebbles, The loud monotonous song of the surf, All these have soothed me And have given My soul to rest.
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