The New Poetry: An Anthology

During the last three or four years there has been a remarkable renascence of poetry in both America and England, and an equally extraordinary revival of public interest in the...

ALICE CORBIN: O World 53 Two Voices 54 Love Me at Last 55 Humoresque 55 One City Only 55 Apparitions, I-II 57 The Pool 57 Music 58 What Dim Arcadian Pastures 59 Nodes 59

FRANCES SHAW: Who Loves the Rain 304 The Harp of the Wind 304 The Ragpicker 305 Cologne Cathedral 305 Star Thought 305 The Child’s Quest 306 Little Pagan Rain Song 306

Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate, And when he enters let him be at home. Think of the roads that he has had to roam. Think of the years that he has had to wait.

If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust w...

_Second Old Man_ “They brought yon fellow over here, And set him up for an overseer: Though men from work are turned away That thick-necked fellow draws full pay— Three pounds a...

To-night the little girl-nun died. Her hands were laid Across her breast; the last sun tried To kiss her quiet braid; And where the little river cried, Her grave was made.

You will see me any morning in the park Reading the comics and the sporting page. Particularly I remark An English countess goes upon the stage, A Greek was murdered at a Polish...

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The...

A small town, a white town, A town for you and me— With a _Café Glacier_ in the square, And schooners at the quay; And the _terrasse_ of a small hotel That looks upon the sea! T...

When I labor it is a song of battle in the broad noon; For behold the muscles of a man— They are piston-rods; they are cranes, hydraulic presses, powder-magazines: But though my...

This is the hill ... and over my city’s towers Across the world from sunset, yonder in air, Shines, through its scaffoldings, a civic dome Of piled masonry, which shall be ours...

“I have forgotten Your dragons great, Merry and mad and friendly and bold. Dim is your proud lost palace-gate. I vaguely know There were heroes of old, Troubles more than the he...

Then come so many ships that I could fill Three docks with their fair hulls remembered still, Each with her special memory’s special grace, Riding the sea, making the waves give...

Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of me Standing before the pioneer men and women There at Concord Church on Communion day. Speaking in broken voi...

So there she sits, Mounted on all the ages, at the peak Of time. The first man dreamed of light, and dug The sodden ignorance away, and cursed The darkness; young primeval races...

Be in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind, and not As transient things are— gaiety of flowers. Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs And of gray waters. Let t...

So-Kin of Rakuho, ancient friend, I now remember That you built me a special tavern, By the south side of the bridge at Ten-Shin. With yellow gold and white jewels we paid for t...

Passing through huddled and ugly walls, By doorways where women haggard Looked from their hunger-deep eyes, Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands, Out from the huddled and ugly w...

He was not satisfied; His look was all dissatisfied. His beard swung on a wind far out of sight Behind the world’s curve, and there was light Most fearful from His forehead, and...

Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand. In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with not...

I heard them whisper in the quiet room. I longed to open then my sealed eyes, And tell them of the glory that was mine. There was no darkness where my spirit flew, There was no...

John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau— ’Twas Toussaint, just a year ago; Crimson and copper was the glow Of all the woods at Fontainebleau. They peered into that ancient well,...

The editors desire to express their thanks to the poets represented in this anthology; also to the publishers of books marked with an asterisk (*), and to the editors and publis...

Noh, or Accomplishment: a Study of Macmillan & Co., Ltd., London; Alf. the Classical Stage of Japan with A. Knopf, New York: 1917 trans. of 15 plays, by E. F. & E. P.