Art
At last we let each other go,
And I left you:
Left the demand and the desire of you,
And all our windings in and out and
love;
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Helen Hoyt's poem "Art" was published in the 1917 Others anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below:
Miss Thompson Goes Shopping
In her lone cottage on the downs,
With winds and blizzards and great crowns
Of shining cloud, with wheeling plover
And short grass sweet with the small white clover,
Miss Thompson lived, correct and meek,
A lonely spinster, and every week
On market-day she used to go
Into the little town below,
Tucked in the great downs' hollow bowl
Like pebbles gathered in a shoal.
So, having washed her plates and cup
And banked the kitchen-fire up,
Miss Thompson slipped upstairs and dressed,
Put on her black (her second best),
The bonnet trimmed with rusty plush,
Peeped in the glass with simpering blush,
From camphor-smelling cupboard took
Her thicker jacket off the hook
Because the day might turn to cold.
Then, ready, slipped downstairs and rolled
The hearthrug back; then searched about,
Found her basket, ventured out,
Snecked the door and paused to lock it
And plunge the key in some deep pocket.
Then as she tripped demurely down
The steep descent, the little town
Spread wider till its sprawling street
Enclosed her and her footfalls beat
On the hard stone pavement, and she felt
Those throbbing ecstasies that melt
Through heart and mind, as, happy, free
Her small, prim personality
Merged into the seething strife
Of auction-marts and city life.
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Martin Armstrong's poem "Miss Thompson Goes Shopping" was published in Georgian Poetry, 1920-1922. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link below:
1915
The limbs of gods,
Still, veined marble,
Rest heavily in sleep
Under a saffron twilight.
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Richard Aldington's poem "1915" was published in the 1916 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication context, follow the links below:
Barouches Noires
It was when I was sitting by the side of the
lake,
By the side of a lake where the great trees
come to the water's edge,
And when, beneath the glittering leaves, I
was watching the gleaming, mobile
water; the water that was like a
thousand living mirrors in the sun-
light, that I turned my head . . . .
[ . . . ]
Charles Orange's (pseudonym for Brian Howard) poem "Barouches Noires" was published in the 1921 Wheels anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below:
Librivox Audio Recording (Hosted on Archive.org)
The Modernist Journals Project
The Little Tailor Meditates
. . . My idea would be to do away with the star-
manufactured
ready made garments
they never fit
like a suit cut to measure . . .
then there's too much putting on and off
too much running in and out
like a dog at a fair
in this business of birth and death . . .
[ . . . ]
Jeanne D'Orge's poem "The Little Tailor Meditates" was published in the 1917 Others anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below:
The Sleeper
As Ann came in one summer's day,
She felt that she must creep,
So silent was the clear cool house,
It seemed a house of sleep.
And sure, when she pushed open the door,
Rapt in the stillness there,
Her mother sat, with stooping head,
Asleep upon a chair;
[ . . . ]
Walter de la Mare's poem "The Sleeper" was published in Georgian Poetry, 1911-1912. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link below:
The Blue Symphony
I.
The darkness rolls upward.
The thick darkness carries with it
Rain and a ravel of cloud.
The sun comes forth upon earth.
Palely the dawn
Leaves me facing timidly
Old gardens sunken:
And in the gardens is water.
Sombre wreck — autumnal leaves;
Shadowy roofs
In the blue mist,
And a willow-branch that is broken.
Ο old pagodas of my soul, how you glittered across
green trees!
Blue and cool:
Blue, tremulously,
Blow faint puffs of smoke
Across sombre pools.
The damp green smell of rotted wood;
And a heron that cries from out the water.
[ . . . ]
John Gould Fletcher's poem "The Blue Symphony" was published in the 1915 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in full in digitized versions of this publication, follow the links below:
The Modernist Journals Project
Corpse-Day
July 19th, 1919
Dusk floated up from the earth beneath,
Held in the arms of the evening wind
—The evening wind that softly creeps
Along the jasper-terraces,
To bear with it
The old, sad scent
Of midsummer, of trees and flowers,
Whose bell-shaped blossoms, shaken, torn
By the rough fingers of the day
Ring out their frail and honeyed notes.
[ . . . ]
Osbert Sitwell's poem "Corpse-Day" was published in the fourth cycle of Wheels in 1919. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below:
Nakedness
Brightness of earth for the hollow of your throat
They brought to you,
And blossoms of death for you to throw away
And many things like links of chains,
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Witter Bynner's poem "Nakedness" was published in 1920 in the third Others anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link below:
"Sonnet"
(Suggested by some of the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun.
We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread
Those dusty high-roads of the aimless dead
Plaintive for Earth; but rather turn and run
Down some close-covered by-way of the air,
Some low sweet alley between wind and wind.
Stoop under faint gleams, thread the shadows, find
Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook, and there
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Rupert Brooke's sonnet "Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun" was published in Georgian Poetry, 1913-1915. To read this poem in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below: