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tremulous before one lordlier orb That rose in gradual splendor； Paused；
Flooding the firmament with mystic light； And dropped upon the breathing
hills A sudden music Like a distillation from its gleams； A rain of spirit
and a dew of song！
A MOOD OF PAVLOWA
THE soul of the Spring through its body of earth Bursts in a bloom
of fire； And the crocuses come in a rainbow riot of mirth。。。。 They flutter；
they burn； they take wing； they aspire。 。 。 。 Wings； motion and
music and flame； Flower； woman and laughter； and all these the
same！ She is light and first love and the youth of the world； She is
sandaled with joy 。 。 。 she is lifted and whirled； She is flung； she is
swirled； she is driven along By the carnival winds that have torn her
away From the coronal bloom on the brow of the May。 。 。 。 She
is youth； she is foam； she is flame； she is visible Song！
THE POOL
REACH over； my Undine； and clutch me a reed Nymph of mine
idleness； notch me a pipe For I am fulfilled of the silence； and long For
to utter the sense of the silence in song。
Down…stream all the rapids are troubled with pebbles That fetter
and fret what the water would utter； And it rushes and splashes in
tremulous trebles； It makes haste through the shallows； its soul is
aflutter；
But here all the sound is serene and outspread In the murmurous
moods of a slow…swirling pool； Here all the sounds are unhurried and
cool； Every silence is kith to a sound； they are wed； They are mated； are
mingled； are tangled； are bound； Every hush is in love with a
sound； every sound By the law of its life to some silence is bound。
Then here will we hide； idle here and abide； In the covert here； close
by the waterside Here； where the slim flattered reeds are aquiver With
the exquisite hints of the reticent river； Here； where the lips of this pool
are the lips Of all pools； let us listen and question and wait； Let us hark
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to the whispers of love and of death； Let us hark to the lispings of life and
of fate In this place where pale silences flower into sound Let us strive
for some secret of all the profound Deep and calm Silence that meshes
men 'round！ There's as much of God hinted in one ripple's plashes…
… There's as much of Truth glints in yon dragon… fly's flight
There's as much Purpose gleams where yonder trout flashes As
inany book else！could we read things aright。
Then nymph of mine indolence； here let us hide； Learn； listen； and
question； idle here and abide Where the rushes and lilies lean low to the
tide。
〃THEY HAD NO POET 。 。 。〃
〃Vain was the chief's； the sage's pride！ They had no poet and they
died。〃POPE。
By Tigris； or the streams of Ind； Ere Colchis rose； or Babylon；
Forgotten empires dreamed and sinned； Setting tall towns against the
dawn；
Which； when the proud Sun smote upon； Flashed fire for fire and
pride for pride； Their names were 。 。 。 Ask oblivion！ 。 。 。 〃They had no
poet； and they died。〃
Queens； dusk of hair and tawny…skinned； That loll where fellow
leopards fawn 。 。 。 Their hearts are dust before the wind； Their loves；
that shook the world； are wan！
Passion is mighty 。 。 。 but； anon； Strong Death has Romance for his
bride； Their legends 。 。 。 Ask oblivion！ 。 。 。 〃They had no poet； and
they died。〃
Heroes； the braggart trumps that dinned Their futile triumphs；
monarch； pawn； Wild tribesmen； kingdoms disciplined； Passed like a
whirlwind and were gone；
They built with bronze and gold and brawn； The inner Vision still
denied； Their conquests 。 。 。 Ask oblivion！ 。 。 。 〃They had no poet； and
they died。〃
Dumb oracles； and priests withdrawn； Was it but flesh they deified？
Their gods were 。 。 。 Ask oblivion！ 。 。 。 〃They had no poet； and they
died。〃
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NEW YORK
SHE is hot to the sea that crouches beside； Human and hot to the
cool stars peering down； My passionate city； my quivering town； And
her dark blood； tide upon purple tide； With throbs as of thunder beats；
With leaping rhythms and vast； is swirled Through the shaken lengths of
her veined streets。。。 She pulses； the heart of a world！
I have thrilled with her ecstasy； agony； woe Hath she a mood that I
do not know？ The winds of her music tumultuous have seized me
and swayed me； Have lifted； have swung me around In their whorls
as of cyclonic sound； Her passions have torn me and tossed me and
brayed me； Drunken and tranced and dazzled with visions and
gleams；
I have spun with her dervish priests； I have searched to the souls
of her hunted beasts And found love sleeping there； I have soared on
the wings of her flashing dreams； I have sunk with her dull despair； I
have sweat with her travails and cursed with her pains； I have
swelled with her foolish pride； I have raged through a thick red mist at one
with her branded Cains； With her broken Christs have died。
O beautiful half…god city of visions and love！ O hideous half…brute
city of hate！ O wholly human and baffled and passionate town！ The
throes of thy burgeoning； stress of thy fight； Thy bitter； blind struggle to
gain for thy body a soul； I have known； I have felt； and been
shaken thereby！ Wakened and shaken and broken； For I hear
in thy thunders terrific that throb through thy rapid veins The
beat of the heart of a world。
A HYMN
（1914）
CLOTHED on with thunder and with steel And black against the
dawn The whirling armies clash and reel。 。