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POEMS: A
Selection
A SELECTION
LEONIE
ADAMS
FUNK
&.
WAGNALLS
COMPANY
NEW YORK
1954
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
One Bitter
Wood.
Afternoon,
To
the
The
Company,
Inc.,
New York.
Second Printing
poems: a selection
library of congress catalog card
NUMBER 54-6356
OF AMERICA
To William Troy
Two
Seasons
LEAVES,
Fruits of
I:
GRAPES MAKING, 15
WHEN GREEN, 17
NIGHTPIECE, 18
THE REMINDER, 19
BELL WHICH CHIDES TO PEACE,
KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, 21
ALAS, KIND ELEMENT!, 23
THE WALK, 24
20
25
THIS SEVERING, 26
THE APPLE IN ITS SEASON, 27
THIS MEASURE, 28
THE WOOD, 29
THE RUNNER WITH THE LOTS, 30
LIGHT AT EQUINOX, 32
THE SUMMER IMAGE, 34
O GRAVE, 36
GOODBYE THOSE CHILDREN, 39
RADIO AND KATYDID,
41
AS APT
WAS
JOY, 53
BELL TOWER,
55
46
13
COUNTRY SUMMER, 56
THE RIVER IN THE MEADOWS,
ACQUITTAL,
58
59
60
66
WINDY WAY,
CARYATID,
80
81
EARLY WAKING, 82
SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR, 84
VALHALLA FOR THE LIVING, 85
SONG,
86
90
MANY MANSIONS,
91
93
WINTER SOLSTICE, 94
THOSE NOT ELECT, 96
QUIET, 97
THOUGHTS END, 98
A WIND OF FALL, 99
APRIL MORTALITY,
100
t/P,
106
117
POEMS: A Selection
I:
The
Fruits of
fruits
Seasons
child's toys
Are the
Two
Words
for the
Else-wending; where
Songless, soon gone of late
shadowing over.
Yet some, then many from
The blanched net flit and call,
Lies there
all
a time gambolling;
Still
Of the stone
cleft
distances,
Out
after-lit,
13
far,
Raker of Leaves
The
fallen
we
rake upon
mouldered brown;
Where
in
warm musing
And light to
All without
Upon
is
stood;
cool
fulfilling
the eyes,
To
its
As
it
The
endless portion;
were a
suffered
vista
upon
and foredone.
14
Grapes Making
Till
And down
Still
the
woven
is
fanned,
To wind
And from
into
its
round.
into
its
round,
And swings,
Of
won
And
to be,
and
years,
You whose
all-told
is still
no sum,
the shears.
Across the
And
fall of
noon
is
flung;
15
is
cast
The
16
When Green
When
orchard ground,
will teach
Or an
man in speech?
alone was new to
old
And this
the ear of youth:
An accent rheum-beset, which broke to give
Its
Griefs
And
left unsaid,
speller, stories
And
The
17
way
of earth,
Nightpiece
out
its
cloud.
18
The Reminder
All night there
To coax
had sought
in vain
a sullen eye,
(And pressed
to the black
pane
And the
starred
glittering,
And
sight
To what
Till
thin,
19
train.
which Chides
to
Peace
breast.
Bell
Bell, bell
which chides
to peace
Lost
is
Bell says,
and bell.
20
Kingdom
of
Heaven
On
And sang:
wakened to a sound
That the streams make at thaw;
"I
For looking on
my heart I saw
looking
cast
my
won
second sight,
character away.
to
sigh,
as
was a
"Hush, for
all
21
tell
Is
blew.
Than
I
am
22
drew:
through.
Alas,
Then
was
Kind Element!
sealed,
weathers well,
held
Thus
hail,
Till this
kind
There where
Then I was
air
breathed on me.
staunch, I
would
stay.
23
air.
The Walk
The waters
glided wellaway,
Hoarfast-hasting, jewel-swung;
its
say;
cry,
24
Recollection of the
Wood
The
Tips of the
wood
flight,
Illimitable in fragrance
and
in sound.
25
This Severing
I
turned as
new resigned:
in stain,
not
was yet
so plain;
fell
the
doomed
farewells;
Regret, reproach,
Must
baffle, vex,
what
else
26
The Apple
It will
be
this:
the apple in
in Its Season
its
season,
given,
under heaven,
All fallen
At last
is
So
still
reason.
Of passion
Wrings pride,
act, despair;
a leaf
Which
its
grief
its
at the
apple in
road
crazier load,
27
its
season,
This Measure
This measure was a measure to
Still
my mind,
Where
as doors,
and
in will
come
is
dumb.
That
first
are happy-tongued,
28
The Wood
Through the wind-bellying wood
Cruder spite than the wind
Has rent the leaves of the mind,
And whipped the gale to winnow,
For pulse and sap are blind;
Has ringed its worm to devour
All the laborious
branch
Laboured of memory;
So blast and rot have the hour,
And sinew and air scream,
Because too lofty a thing
Withers in mastery;
To
upflings,
diagram
Against the harrowing
fling that
29
sky.
The word
Along the
corn's
Or
in their hair
stiff
green,
the corn.
all
about
we
seize,
grave love.
child;
But
fair
30
And
of love,
31
Light at Equinox
A realm is
Or in his pebble-scoopings
To alarmless Eden flown,
plash,
32
of
all
air,
To her own
An
Stiff
buds
And
for partner
33
first
Ardour of
Or
all
brief evenings,
moth-wings, pale
bloom-
Of candour
fallen
slight stems of
Mays,
eyes of revery,
now
34
Vague newborn
Access of day.
stir
limbs,
Now
sighing to
own
again
35
light;
O Grave
How of our midst now, nearly, death beshades
A face that first upon the sole selves shone,
Their face for nearness; and its mimes too fade,
Which comforted remorse with chiding, gone,
Flickering foregoings,
till
new
nothing
is,
its
To learn of others
Of
as
As love
for
its
bared element,
still
In us all-isolate complicity;
of history;
36
ineffably,
An eye
that roves,
that
Shuffled
and
Thus moved
soiled
among
to motion,
time's cuckoldries.
mocked
to stillness, thus
what
it is, it is
necessitous.
Even
crumb,
A secret to itself
Itself,
to the
Which
the
silt
lives are
avenged upon.
is
spent,
What
is
wonder
asked, ask
for
its
sight,
this
this
37
The more
itself in
that
it
in itself
And
across
all their
What do we
thresholds lost
and found.
its
motion? Light,
38
On deeper,
till
waning blue, like sleepFringed children's eyes, some girl with a faint neck
Drooped as dwarves' daisies and the one-stemmed blooms
you find
Where
asters'
mown back;
tall
its
flickered shade
ants to their
39
hill,
its
a spider drag
paths you'd
made
And
think
it all
in,
to harm.
And
a snail left
its
And
in the box,
its
amongst
dews
its
of
caress
mauve.
eery smell,
40
act on,
from suave
throats,
Through
to triumphs of air, I
watch glow,
Unprobed about a
radio,
ballet of sentience, I
This balance on
By our crude
six
call
seize
draw
near:
Earth's
first,
hear
What weak
small
members
to prepare
41
will fall
And
as
Awe
of a severance earlier
known
once somehow crossed,
Not
and not
of ourselves,
alone.
shrilling cries
In ceaseless
summer
to pillage,
concern
we discern,
Again upon doomed forays launches,
And seems not tender of your chances
In stratagem not
By
42
The Font
Before remembrance
in the Forest
we moved
here, withheld,
The
docile to
air
its
for,
With
where of day
On day sad afterlight must fall
Changeless upon the falling of a day
Lichens in frond with their dim arms adore.
chill frescoings,
43
The People
in the
Park
Where
spy,
Ward
the
still
eyes,
irises
womb,
And one
is
Annunciations, whisperings, to be
More
And
in the hearts
And
44
Then
shall
it
life
young alone
45
gold,
cold.
its
years
time
A year's
delirium;
Or neared
of other space,
To whet
In one weather
is
high
lair,
by
An all's accrued.
And apposite, beyond
Such primer beholdings, has
Its
long accounting
46
known
Woods
The
beetle's
morsel thus
Wit
in
one weather
shall stand,
The
at
sensual apple
Toppled
it
net,
From
Of
where alone
Man can abandon what
Is only his own;
And in cold and tarrying
choice,
While
47
to
keep
Or under
Through
a fruit,
eternal leisures
down,
48
Thoughts on a Violet
Not now in the florist's window seen: within,
Reminding memory, smelt through glass.
For here the violet was
Still in the offering hand
That quarrelled after; then,
Early, a fragrance strayed
seasons told,
Shone, vegetative
star,
The
Exchange
of darkness,
Of yearning,
visitant,
still
Arched not
to bruise
As
if!
Any
The
As
if!
an emblematic head.
glass,
of all
stiff-stuck rounds,
not one
had the
And
its
distinction bear,
If indiscernible
where, dazzlingly,
were,
Such stamp,
in all
memberings commingled
49
still,
all
its
all
life's
solipsist,
literal
fared
anguish come,
the
way
prepared,
To
vein's
Homesick
Of being
its
bloom
I stood,
50
guilt deflects,
Whose sorrower
the nonce
all
a recalcitrance.
51
dust;
still, still
POEMS: A Selection
II:
As Apt Was
Joy
And
subtle cap-a-pie
Bell
I
Tower
The
Its
its
tower;
temple of precious
tissue.
in
Not
silent
then
your hour.
It
55
air
well.
Country Summer
wood,
Like a
Has
sleek
strict
spilt
that thieved
it
in the eaves
meadow
airs,
blown round.
and sky and ground
smell's
star,
only finger-far;
56
summer
air,
And
When
amber;
wicks are lighted in the chamber,
tremble,
They are
like stars
which
as
settled there.
dreaming shook,
other days,
graze.
57
The River
in the
Meadows
O flowing silver,
And every
Will sway
its
brink,
tawny-colored throat
its
bells
and
drink.
58
Acquittal
not tame.
The plumage
me at shame.
was decoyed,
But cannot change.
Its wing with beating lonely air,
Its beak with tasting wilderness berry,
Its look and lovely flight are strange.
It
Or who
bough
of heaven,
loving
apart;
59
got from
The
air
my bed;
stretched hollow,
A theatre of the
The
The
dead.
wind gone,
the wind had gone down;
little,
blanched a
little,
A withered
queen.
outliving storm,
From
sleep again
it
60
would break.
rising
Of a region savage,
The territory that was broken,
Silver
gushed
free;
The country
Is
of the proud,
curdling to stone,
And
61
it
down.
it
Sundown
woods shall spend
steeped-up twilight, and the pale evening
This
is
drink,
Now shall you see pent oak gone gusty and frantic,
Stooped with dry weeping, ruinously unloosing
The
tatter
is
Not
to
slain.
wound
62
The Horn
While hastening
to the feast I
found
came down
The
chill,
a west
its
hill;
name
name
And in
a thicket passed
me
marrow
by,
snare;
in pride,
63
chill.
Evening Sky
tossed about
that scans
In a single quarter
Amazing
it
madded
all
to discern
light to quiver
by a windy heaven,
64
Lullaby
Hush, lullay.
Your treasures all
Encrust with rust,
Your trinket pleasures
To
fall
dust.
Upon
Is
nothing more
To
And play
hold,
is
over-old.
Your eyes
In sleepy fever gleam,
Their
droop
To their dream.
lids
65
breast;
Twilit Revelation
This hour was set the time for heaven's descent,
above us bent,
confine-loosing, blue,
fall
unending night
66
in,
More than
who
must know
the lovely
prevail?
Though with
It is a
attributes of marble,
mortal beauty
Never hewn
in stone.
their
fill
destroyed,
of cherishing
67
gave.
save,
Counsel to Unreason
which our loves enmesh,
Lost to the cunning and dimensional eye,
Though tenemented in the selves we see,
Not more perforce than azure to the sky,
These
lovers' inklings
Then no more
But cast
by
for
it
spirit sleight-of-hand;
is
set
68
down transliterate.
What plummet,
sound you
All the long reaches spun out silver-white,
Turn you and cast drowned riches?
Or how
again,
seas, to
O velvet night,
Upon
glittering load,
its
sparklings, will
Above the
pallid thing,
69
how flitting
Has
of nature
a true wing,
Of a foreign thing.
The pulse in his bosom was
so luckless
and wild
So ever
The
Is
false
he
flies.
thicket of birds
linnet sings.
name,
And
you bound
In a dark harmony;
Dearest and
It
last
70
in sprig,
The Lament
The hunter
of
huntsmen bred
That looked on his quarry slain
The lament of quarry made:
"Would you had your quickness
Gracious and light, apart,
Stepping on velvet feet;
It is heavy on my heart.
of
Quarry
all
again!
night in sleep
was no
but love.
The gentle entered without fright
And bent upon the hunter's look
Their eyes of delicate light.
It
guile,
my blood.
Then where
is
71
the door.
the east,
When lids
enough
are drenched apart by light.
is
72
tell
And no more
Than
burden is
an old song;
all its
the catch of
little bliss
But these
tell
them
Barbarous to your
in a
ears.
73
tongue
Ghostly Tree
rest,
74
cry or start
Now the
the large
air,
little
round
grasses.
And
Whose
Drained
now
of lustre, rides
75
Fragmentary Stars
So wide the wells of darkness sink,
These, having their own light, that are lost with the light,
Appear, immersed in mournfulness over the night,
Like things that in sleep will come to the mind's brink:
The bright Aldebaran and seven that hover,
Seven wild and pale, clouding their brightness over;
And the flame that fell with summer, and the rose of stars
returning,
Wept
know
not why,
The brightmost,
the forgotten,
Gathered only of
All night
sleep,
upon the
lids set
lids of
76
burning,
morning.
Sleep to
The mind
that a
dream
Waking
left sullen
The
Since
so
deep
Or
come at all,
come unremembering out of sleep.
stranger nature,
It will
77
if it
To Unconscionable Sound
Go,
fill
wind
When
the glittering
But what
its
wave withdrew
waters gave.
still.
When the
Which shakes
off
78
it
slept.
For Harvest
The year
turns to
its rest.
the
fields,
The plum
ripen and
fall,
Though
Those labours
in
grain,
79
Windy Way
The wind comes
fast at heels
with time
was
And I
To go
a thing I
my life,
had away.
or so
I said,
it,
if I
would,
80
Caryatid
Not
at midnight, not at
we come
morning,
sweet
city,
in at
is
81
Early
Waking
still.
No more
weep,
Not heart nor mind would bid from rest
As fast as sorrow's, ten years deep.
I travel,
One
to
Left sleeping at
my
and not
for
one
side I wake.
The hooves
82
stare
dream and on
And
fetterless
slip
to brightmost
dream
83
in the stream.
84
Today he
ribs
it
drove,
mystery
Than a fresh heart is master of;
But only once young hardihood
Can seem
bitter
its
blood.
will
wit,
all
Whose wounds
85
Song
its
86
And knew
at last,
through,
That sky
And
in
in
December brought
The laughing
Among
child to
these slopes,
to
mind
whom they
upon
gave
this grass,
of love.
Still at their
They
clap
burn
soft as breath.
87
Magnificat in Little
Or
Random and
Fixed in one
artless strung a
silver
88
The Figurehead
This that
is
Or
if
wisdom
later
out
89
No wind
staying
it
upward
of the breast-
90
Time and
Spirit
Spirit
me here,
going with
my calendar
you
is
spread,
You
that take
no thought
to live
In an exquisite excess
I see.
And
a lifetime to a sphere
91
The Mount
Now
learned what
could not
tell
their chime,
So brilliantly he rings,
But called his name as Time.
His bin was morning light,
Those straws which gild his bed
Are of the fallen West.
Although green lands consume
Beneath their burning tread,
In everlasting bright
rest.
92
Many Mansions
The last majority
And
shut from
attained,
its
The
spirit
goes because
it
must:
For
Though but
I
abroad,
93
is
mine,
Winter
Solstice
And the
in.
stares out
most rich,
Converting dead times green,
Which from bare forests plucks
The circumspect bright bush
That burnt among the boughs blackened and thinned,
The staunch unwithered leaf that none had seen
Before both leaf and burr were trodden down,
And the wild summer streamed upon the wind.
festival
94
its
survived,
times' defeat,
now the
skeleton,
Why
more
entire estate
Is of
And
lordly calendars
its
progress show;
For that
sun's course
date.
Makes
its
own mock
A twelvemonth green,
95
and
The
Nor
Our
was known,
till
its
look;
paradise
senses shook.
fall
dreaming on
bound
You turn
to
Down holy
celestials,
in a ruinous place,
wander with
celestials
space.
In
its
sick heat.
96
Quiet
Since I took quiet to
my breast
That the
sea's self
when I made
thee guest,
catch breath at a
Strange quiet,
gull's
curved wing,
when I made
thee guest?
gift of rest.
97
Thought's
End
Till
down
And swept
Its
the circle of
my
seeing bare;
98
A Wind of Fall
A wind went forth a little after dawn,
And sounded his thin horn above the trees,
And there was sudden stilling of those bells
mists
hills
Each
leaf
For that
was
far
as a gallant
banner flown
99
April Mortality
Rebellion shook an ancient dust,
dry of rottenness,
Said: Heart, be bitter still, nor trust
know
traced
it
is
crucified again,
still,
remember how
100
An Old
Hearts
Spell
course, but
toward
loves,
its
river;
The sower
in
101
Two
The
pearl,
two
ivory,
lifting spire,
That weaves
two brimful
light:
and the
forsook
Mary the rose, and the archangels fled
Is like unshrouded bones, the austere grace
this that the passion
Which,
flesh
102
Homecoming
Upon
its
trees'
gleaming arms
skies.
And
103
Merry Month
of
May
is
petals, callow-gay,
Days
all
104
Sin,
Midsummer
This starbreak
is
celestial air
Summer keeps
And deep
Up
from earth
High against
in lovely flower,
my
lonely breast;
fall
105
A Gull Goes Up
Gulls
Still
in a liquid arc,
Covering
Gulls
fly.
glitter
distress,
its
up hushed
of all the
So in an
The dream
of flying
Desire
that
it is
lift
flies;
body
stirred.
a marble bird.
106
lay,
Death,
Lady?" he said.
"Oh not one joy, oh not one grace,
And what is your will to my will?
I can outwit parched fancies still,"
To Death said the Lady.
Death
to that
Lady
said,
wearily,
said, "True."
scent,
Is fragrant
when
still, is
sweet at will,
substance' sweet is past,
its
fragrant
still,
107
Death
"Is
to that
then not
Lady
all
said,
so fast,
Ghostly lady?"
"For, Death, that I
From my dead
108
Bird and
Bosom
Apocalyptic
When
And most on
sings;
eyes;
Alas!
An
say,
earthly bird,
Dies
all
upon a golden
breath,
109
flesh.
Prelude Pastoral
We
leant
Where
Each
turf
honey milk
The
Not
to each earth
And all
And drank
is
hill,
its
till
light
brimmed
even.
roots distil;
Cast fruitage
little,
wry and
chill
And
But only
And
We
all is
tiny flowers
were too
still
and
pass,
grass.
And
if
The morning
like a rose
found.
began,
110
You
Dip
You
that
you
cherish;
inveterate heart,
Wisdoms
Not
all
And
The
start.
instant-gift, these
n
Love
is
that innocent
whom wounding
thorn
And
left
magic-drowsy,
till
so.
bleak years
111
And
Nor
richer metal
best,
by
its
nor beautiful,
shining told,
now
(Truth
By
is,
live hearts
known
must love
it
stir:
holy part,
112
Thief of Paradise
And your
a mortal liking,
How
are
you seeking
love,
113
Companions
I
Morass
of the
earth
eyes will
is
start.
And night
What does
on the
O eyes?
It is
see,
we
call
no honest demon,
We
We
encounter the
It is said,
damned
as
weak
as water,
god.
And
114
How
shall
we
and
How
We
do you
are
visit us,
weak
By which
earth,
cloud,
we run
115
this devil?
Pity of the
Heavens
all
But
how
With
is
is
untold.
The amity
So
and
pleasures,
116
Now moony
light
And
Moon
Her
Till
a cold
humour
of her breast
Now fever-bright
the dead
moon
goes,
The
were scattered
stars
Clouds
may
And
still
The
earth
at the
edge of even,
is
sleeping,
117
118
The Barouche
Squares south the play was done:
lies.
Drenched
in sleep the
cabman,
Mournfully, sweetly
so,
Of the
Town
lilac
is
and
a blackened pool
Hooded with
And hooves
With night
Down
rose.
sleep;
so deep.
laid bare;
And
moon
of
warmest dusks,
wasting in late
skies,
Who now
with perishing
Last silver
flies.
119
If
120
At Tea One
Bitter Afternoon
No
Than margin
That
float
may
seem,
flowers' variance,
petals of ivory,
Delicate from a
waxy
Smoke and
little
the
swirl,
trimmed
fire curl;
tea.
are curveted
Two
Two
It is
Nor breaks
so soon that
so,
we must
see
Now
121
By
cold the
to
be
Fairest of stars,
Like
frost,
We may not
The moon
there,
is
and earth
As white, as luminous,
122
as she.
shall
for snow,
blow.
What would
Or
these with
muck and
soot?
Did you
look,
Now when
airish flock,
How
self,
up the morning
alleys,
123
Twilight of the
Wood
It is
leaf;
And
thus,
Life's self
when death
is
has taken
all
grief;
the
rest,
124
99
Acquittal, 59
Alas, Kind Element! ,23
All night there had sought in vain, 19
An Old Spell, 101
April Mortality, 100
125
still,
82
Fragmentary Stars, 76
Ghostly Tree, 74
Go,
Noon sun
beats
down the
leaf;
the noon, 15
126
for deep,
74
Sundown, 62
The Apple
in Its Season, 27
The Figurehead, 89
The Font in the Forest, 43
The
The Horn, 63
The hunter
huntsmen bred, 71
The Lament of Quarry, 71
The last majority attained, 93
The Lonely Host, 72
The mind that a dream left sullen, jy
The moon above the milky -field, 18
The Moon and Spectator, 60
The Mount, 92
The Mysterious Thing, 69
The People in the Park, 44
The Reminder, 19
of
The Rwer
in the Meadows, 58
The room is warm, the faces dream, 121
The Rounds and Garlands Done, 75
The Runner with the Lots, 30
127
84
You
128
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