Category: Poetry
_If I yield to the remorseful redundancy of a foreword, with its bedraggled battalions of fiercely insinuating words, it is from no mere desire to invite the ridicule of impatient time, or to rail against that host of vacant insincerities which betrays the animations of life....
_If I yield to the remorseful redundancy of a foreword, with its bedraggled battalions of fiercely insinuating words, it is from no mere desire to invite the ridicule of impatie...
2. Part 2They worship musical sound Protecting the breast of emotion. Their feelings pose as fortune-tellers And angle for coins from credulous thoughts. Shall we abandon this luxury Of...
3. Part 3Regard an American farm. That jaded collaborator, Daylight, has just arrived. Wavy signal of smoke From the wooden farm-house disappears Beneath the bluely ascetic lack of inter...