Poems Of 1890

Best Poems Of 1890:

When No Leaf Stirred,Long Ago In The Past:

When no leaf stirred, long ago in the past,

she was born, autumnal silence’s bloom,

standing pale-bright while light weeps, overcast:

rain falls from the cloud banks that loom.

Amid the grimness she stood pale-bright,

her bright eyes by blond hair were circled tight,

tears often flowing, hands all white,

a poor light girl who’s hungry for light.

Paint her with bloom-glow hues, with your

blood red, new age who’re standing at the door

I once sat quietly and read:

I once sat quietly and read,

the books like tombs for the dead

before me, I knew just what

was in each grave plot.

My body sat in a room inside,

tree branches crossed panes outside,

irked me and crept to and fro,

green leaves gained an ochre glow.

Amazed, I looked up to the skies

outside, but couldn’t surmise

what it was or how

that struck their light surface now.

Oh, then how my poor heart hungered,

and so trembled and hankered,

so dry and it would not rain

and each day passed in vain.

I sat in those days of light –

my heart raced in endless flight –

I sat using my eyes and head

it all seemed like tombs for the dead.

Oh When The Sun Shines:

Oh when the sun shines

and the earth fades and pines

in that lustre

where shadows cluster,

and its head dimly heaves

shrouded in shadowy leaves –

come hither, come hither

you white-feet together

together the hands, the feet –

laugh-toothed

blue-eyed

blond-high

silver-word keening one,

lined head-leaning one

backwards up to the sky –

sweet, sweet, slowly fly

through the sun’s first glow

in the tall hedgerow

of sun – sweet sweet slowly goes by,

don’t pass too soon, pass, pass, the sky

still hangs trembling behind you –

forever longing for you

forever, forever – don’t fly too fast –

as you pass

I stretch out my arms

in longing, in longing

I stretch out my arms,

don’t fly too fast.

The sun. Yellow And Gold Is The World:

The sun. Yellow and gold is the world

and all the sun’s rays are unfurled

through the silent sky, angel-sweet.

It dangles its little feet,

girls’ mouths blow golden flutes,

from pursed lips gold laughter shoots,

on this marble the clatter of laughter’s coins,

I sit and warm my loins.

Look at them walking turning around,

it’s like autumn on the white stone ground,

autumn with leaves dry, crackly and yellow and yellow,

angels with robes gold-woven and mellow,

above, gold fleeces float away,

while sun rushes sway,

sunny gold whistling sounds from their mouth,

they guide each other up from the south,

across my marble floor they go

in golden slippers on tiptoe.

They seem to have flocked into every last space,

yellow gold wine fills this earthly place.

The Silent Road:

The silent road

the glowing moonlit road –

the trees

the oh so still and aged trees –

the water

the gently tautened contented water,

And beyond, far off, the sunken sky

with the stars’ wheedling cry.

The Trees Were All Still:

The trees were all  still,

the sky was grey

the hills without will

lay in strange array.

The men were busy at toil

all about the place

as if digging treasure from soil,

though with measured pace.

Across the world’s face

things were probably alike,

the world and the human race

are scarcely alive.

I walked and watched the scene

scared and content,

below, ever loyal and keen,

my footsteps bent.

I’m alone in the lamplight:

I’m alone in the lamplight,

impassive things absorb the sight,

round me in the light.

Things stand round me so still,

listening to silence’s will,

what tales it will spill.

And a past now audibly nears

my quietly shocked and pricked-up ears,

things lost for years.

You Stand So Very Still:

You stand so very still

with your hands, I’ve a will

to tell you sweet things, a lot,

but I don’t know what.

Your shoulders are such a fine sight,

round you thawing of light,

warm, warm, warm – silently cloaked

in warmth, by desire I’m choked.

Your eyes are as blue

as clear water – I do

wish that I could be

you for a moment, but I stay me.

And what was it I wanted to say

to you?– it’s flown away

The spring comes from afar:

The spring comes from afar, I hear it come hither

and the trees hear too, the tall trees that shiver,

and the tall skies, the heavenly skies,

the tingle-light skies, the blue-and-white skies,

shiver skies.

Oh I hear her come,

oh I feel her come

and I’m filled with fright

at trembling desires, all bright,

just about to break –

oh the spring comes, I hear it coming,

hear the sky waves break

around around my head

I always believed what they said

now it has come.

It is gold in the sky like golden saints’ trails,

in baggy light robes, like sails

that now cross, sail the earth,

skim the lakes of air

with their soft smooth wear

and linger there

and come back again,

sails bearing the soft high cloak of air

to and fro swaying

and reflected looks playing

in the blue warmed water expanses.

Oh do you hear her come

with your soft warm fingers

trembling high in the flower

The beach was still and white:

The beach was still and white

I sat still and relished the sight

of the blue rippling –

and I heard wind singing.

I knew who sat by me

with frock of white, and she

had a face smooth and rose-red –

the sun shone overhead.

The Town Was Wet With The Rain:

The town was wet with the rain,
then there came a strain
of music that buskers played,
blowing in a parade.
Then I felt the lie
of recalling joy gone by
that when young we sometimes feel,

so alive we dance a reel.

Hey I Wish You Were The Air:

Hey I wish you were the air

so I could breathe you in

and see you high in the light

and pass through your skin.

Where are your arms and your hands

and those white and wondrous lands

of your shoulders and shining breast 

by hunger and thirst I’m possessed.

The Sky Was Yellow As Yellow:

The sky was yellow as yellow chrysanthemums –
meadows of gold-green in sparkling atmospheres
of mists – molten gold horizons –
by gold sun glowing mist-strewn gold obscured.
A gold light abroad gold doubt.
everywhere, everywhere, royal doubt,
doubting gold, golden desperation.
Our hearts enthroned in the golden darkness,

in the gold our eyes like crystal crowns.
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