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LUATH Trowth, C&æsar, whiles they’re fash’t eneugh:
A cottar howkin in a sheugh,
Wi’ dirty stanes biggin a dyke,
Baring a quarry, an’ sic like;
Himsel’, a wife, he thus sustains,
A smytrie o’ wee duddie weans,
An’ nought but his han’-daurk, to keep
Them right an’ tight in thack an’ rape.
 An’ when they meet wi’ sair disasters,
Like loss o’ health or want o’ masters,
Ye maist wad think, a wee touch langer,
An’ they maun starve o’ cauld an’ hunger:
But how it comes, ...Read More

...grasses rustle over Babi Yar. 
The trees look ominous, 
 like judges. 
Here all things scream silently, 
 and, baring my head, 
slowly I feel myself 
 turning gray. 
And I myself 
 am one massive, soundless scream 
above the thousand thousand buried here. 
I am 
 each old man 
 here shot dead. 
I am 
 every child
 here shot dead.
Nothing in me
 shall ever forget! 
The "Internationale," let it 
 thunder 
when the last anti-Semite on earth 
is buried fo...Read More

...terror brings;If these, with new devotedness, we seeIn Gothic fury baring the keen glaive,Turk, Arab, and Chaldee!All, who, between us and the Red Sea wave,To heathen gods bow the idolatrous knee,Arm and advance! we heed not your blind rage;A naked race, timid in act, and slow,Read More

...uch trusty love may breathe! 
That trying moment hath at once reveal'd 
The secret long and yet but half conceal'd; 
In baring to revive that lifeless breast, 
Its grief seem'd ended, but the sex confess'd; 
And life return'd, and Kaled felt no shame — 
What now to her was Womanhood or Fame? 

XXII. 

And Lara sleeps not where his fathers sleep, 
But where he died his grave was dug as deep; 
Nor is his mortal slumber less profound, 
Though priest nor bless'd, nor marble d...Read More

...the gold air of the afternoon,
One knelt before her: hair he had, or fire,
Bound back above his ears with golden wire,
Baring the eager marble of his face.
Not man's nor woman's was the immortal grace
Rounding the limbs beneath that robe of white,
And lighting the proud eyes with changeless light,
Incurious. Calm as his wings, and fair,
That presence filled the garden.
She stood there,
Saying, "What would you, Sir?"
He told his word,
"Blessed art thou of women!" ...Read More

...sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' tongues wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain, -- but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hand palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?

-- These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
Memory f...Read More

...now, to You I opposite turn,
As on the road, or at some crevice door, by chance, or open’d window, 
Pausing, inclining, baring my head, You specially I greet, 
To draw and clench your Soul, for once, inseparably with mine, 
Then travel, travel on....Read More

...liant eyes and famished breath
     They came to me for their reward.

   "Why do I tell you all these things,
     Baring my life to you, unsought?
   When Passion folds his wearied wings
     Sleep should be follower, never Thought.

   "Ay, let us sleep. The window pane
     Grows pale against the purple sky.
   The dawn is with us once again,
     The dawn; which always means good-bye."

   Within her little trellised room, beside the palm-fringed sea,
   Sh...Read More

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