“Eros and Psyche” by Richard Aldington
"Eros and Psyche" In an old dull yard near Camden Town, Which echoes with the rattle of cars and 'busses ...
“Clouds across the Canyon” by John Gould Fletcher
"Clouds across the Canyon" Shadows of clouds March across the canyon, Shadows of blue hands passing Over a curtain of ...
“Brooding Grief” by D.H. Lawrence
"Brooding Grief" A yellow leaf from the darkness Hops like a frog before me — — Why should I start ...
“Soldiers” by F.S. Flint
"Soldiers" To R.A. Brother, I saw you on a muddy road in France pass by with your battalion, rifle at ...
“Vicarious Atonement” by Richard Aldington
"Vicarious Atonement" This is an old and very cruel god . . . We will endure; We will try not ...
“Venus Transiens” by Amy Lowell
"Venus Transiens" Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On ...
“Childhood” by Richard Aldington
"Childhood" I. The bitterness, the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe ...
“Mid-Day” by H.D.
"Mid-Day" The light beats upon me. I am startled— A split leaf crackles on the paved floor— I am anguished—defeated ...
“The Unquiet Street” by John Gould Fletcher
"The Unquiet Street" By day and night this street is not still: Omnibuses with red tail-lamps, Taxicabs with shiny eyes, ...
“Perfidy” by D.H. Lawrence
Perfidy Hollow rang the house when I knocked at the door, And I lingered on the threshold with my hand ...
“The God” by H.D.
The God I. I asked of your face: is it dark, set beneath heavy locks, circled with stiff ivy-fruit, clear, ...
“Gloom” by F.S. Flint
Gloom I sat there in the dark of the room and of my mind thinking of men's treasons and bad ...
“The Letter” by Amy Lowell
The Letter Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper Like draggled fly's legs, What can you tell of the ...
“Lincoln” by John Gould Fletcher
Lincoln I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years ...
Fragment “. . . That night I loved you” by F.S. Flint
Fragment . . . That night I loved you in the candlelight. Your golden hair strewed the sweet whiteness of ...
“Erinnyes” by D.H. Lawrence
Erinnyes There has been so much noise, Bleeding and shouting and dying, Clamour of death. There are so many dead, ...
“Lacquer Prints: Paper Fishes” by Amy Lowell
"Lacquer Prints: Paper Fishes" The paper carp, At the end of its long bamboo pole, Takes the wind into its ...
“1915” by Richard Aldington
1915 The limbs of gods, Still, veined marble, Rest heavily in sleep Under a saffron twilight. [ . . ...
“The Blue Symphony” by John Gould Fletcher
The Blue SymphonyI. The darkness rolls upward.The thick darkness carries with itRain and a ravel of cloud.The sun comes forth upon ...
“Searchlight” by F.S. Flint
Searchlight There has been no sound of guns,no roar of exploding bombs;but the darkness has an edgethat grits the nerves ...
“Whitechapel” by Richard Aldington
Whitechapel Noise; Iron hoofs, iron wheels, iron dinOf drays and trams and feet passing;IronBeaten to a vast mad cacophony. In vain ...
“Patterns” by Amy Lowell
Patterns I walk down the garden paths,And all the daffodilsAre blowing, and the bright blue squills.I walk down the patterned ...
“Arizona: The Windmills” by John Gould Fletcher
ArizonaThe Windmills The windmills, like great sunflowers of steel,Lift themselves proudly over the straggling houses ;And at their feet the ...
“Scent of Irises” by D.H. Lawrence
Scent of Irises A faint, sickening scent of irisesPersists all morning. Here in a jar on the tableA fine proud ...
“Inarticulate Grief” by Richard Aldington
Inarticulate Grief Let the sea beat its thin torn handsIn anguish against the shore,Let it moanBetween headland and cliff;Let the ...
“Bullion” by Amy Lowell
Bullion My thoughts Chink against my ribs And roll about like silver hail-stones. I should like to spill them out, And pour them, ...