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Fact Or Fable?

...ed 
 To overpass his model. Scratch and bite 
 Gave place, however, to mere gnash of teeth and screams, 
 But, as he prowled, he made his hearers fly 
 With crying often: "See the Terror of your dreams!" 
 Till, for too long, none ventured thither nigh. 
 Left undisturbed to snatch, and clog his brambled den, 
 With sleepers' bones and plumes of daunted doves, 
 And other spoil of beasts as timid as the men, 
 Who shrank when he mock-roared, from glens and groves— 
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Goblin Market

...man.
One had a cat's face,
One whisked a tail,
One tramped at a rat's pace,
One crawled like a snail,
One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry,
One like a ratel tumbled hurry-scurry.
Lizzie heard a voice like voice of doves
Cooing all together:
They sounded kind and full of loves
In the pleasant weather.

Laura stretched her gleaming neck
Like a rush-imbedded swan,
Like a lily from the beck,
Like a moonlit poplar branch,
Like a vessel at the launch
When its last restraint i...Read more of this...

Pilates Wifes Dream

..., 
In far, barbarian climes, where mountains cold 
Built up a solitude of trackless snows, 
There, he and grisly wolves prowled side by side, 
There he lived famished­there methought he died; 

But not of hunger, nor by malady;
I saw the snow around him, stained with gore; 

I said I had no tears for such as he, 
And, lo ! my cheek is wet­mine eyes run o'er; 
I weep for mortal suffering, mortal guilt, 
I weep the impious deed­the blood self-spilt. 

More I recall not, yet the...Read more of this...

Population Drifts

...years that
marked their faces saw them haggling with landlords
and grocers while six children played on the stones
and prowled in the garbage cans.
One child coughed its lungs away, two more have adenoids
and can neither talk nor run like their mother,
one is in jail, two have jobs in a box factory
And as they fold the pasteboard, they wonder what the
wishing is and the wistful glory in them that flutters
faintly when the glimmer of spring comes on
the air or the green of su...Read more of this...

The Absinthe Drinkers

...and had a dreadful dream
Of portly men with each a wen, and woke up with a scream.
And sure enough, next morning, as I prowled the Boulevard,
A portly man with wenny nose roamed into my regard;
Then like a flash I ran to him and clutched him by the arm:
"Oh, sir," said I, "I do not wish to see you come to harm;
But if your life you value aught, I beg, entreat and pray --
Don't pass before the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix."
That portly man he looked at me with such a startl...Read more of this...

The Land of Story-Books

...rink. 

I see the others far away 
As if in firelit camp they lay, 
And I, like to an Indian scout, 
Around their party prowled about. 

So when my nurse comes in for me, 
Home I return across the sea, 
And go to bed with backward looks 
At my dear land of Story-books....Read more of this...

To My Wife

...ind

The stitching come away.

IV

Two creatures from a bestiary

Besieged our dream:

A neighbour’s one-eyed cat

That prowled outside to bring

Its witch-like owner

With her tapping stick.

Was the Bach we played too loud for her deaf ears,

Or was it our love that howled her silence home?

V

We have re-built that house

With blood.

We have sculptured that dream

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Written for a Musician

...Hungry for music with a desperate hunger 
I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; 
The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking, 
Vulgar and pitiful--my heart bowed down-- 
Till I remembered duller hours made noble 
By strangers clad in some suprising grace. 
Wait, wait my soul, your music comes ere midnight 
Appearing in some unexpected place 
With quivering lips, and gleaming, moonlit face....Read more of this...

Written for a Musician

...HUNGRY for music with a desperate hunger 
I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; 
The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking, 
Vulgar and pitiful--my heart bowed down-- 
Till I remembered duller hours made noble 
By strangers clad in some suprising grace. 
Wait, wait my soul, your music comes ere midnight 
Appearing in some unexpected place 
With quivering lips, and gleaming, moonlit face....Read more of this...

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