I do not love you now,
O narrow heart, that had no heights but pride!
You, whom mine fed; to whom yours still denied
Food when mine hungered, and of which love died--
I do not love you now.

Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible-
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so I wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.

On the Death of Stephen Grey, F.R.S.

© Samuel Johnson

The Electrician

Long hast thou borne the burden of the day,

Poppies In October

© Sylvia Plath

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly -

Pill-Box

© Edmund Blunden

Just see what's happening, Worley.-Worley rose

And round the angled doorway thrust his nose,

Everywhere In America

© Edgar Albert Guest

Not somewhere in America, but everywhere to-day,

Where snow-crowned mountains hold their heads,

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THE SAME CONTINUED
Clutching the brink with hands and feet and knees,
With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim,
A part thyself and parcel of the frieze

Adjustment

The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed

That nearer heaven the living ones may climb;

Per La Sentenza Capitale Proposta Nel Gran-Consiglio Cisalpino

© Ugo Foscolo

Te nudrice alle muse, ospite e Dea
Le barbariche genti che ti han doma
Nomavan tutte; e questo a noi pur fea
Lieve la varia, antiqua, infame soma.

Sonnet LXXXI.

HE may be envied, who with tranquil breast
Can wander in the wild and woodland scene,
When summer's glowing hands have newly dress'd
The shadowy forests, and the copses green;

Brahm

Our swarming brethren of the North
Whatever you may judge them worth
Sling Muck and Soogoo Ram,
Are fantoids like yourself and me,
Though differing somewhat in degree
Nothing exists but BRAHM.

Full Orchestra

MY words are the poor footmen of your pride,
Of what you cry, you trumpets, each to each
With mouths of air; my speech is the dog-speech
Of yours, the Roman tonguebut mine is tied