the coming of war: actaeon
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The Coming of War: ActaeonAuthor(s): Ezra PoundSource: Poetry, Vol. 5, No. 6 (Mar., 1915), pp. 255-256Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20570307 .
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The Spring
THE SPRING
Cydonian spring with her attendant train, Maelids and water-girls, Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace, Throughout this sylvan place Spreads the bright tips, And every vine-stock is Clad in new brilliancies.
And wild desire Falls like black lightning. O bewildered heart, Though every branch have back what last year lost, She, who moved here amid the cyclamen, Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost.
THE COMING OF WAR: ACTAEON
An image of Lethe, and the fields
Full of faint light but golden,
Gray cliffs, and beneath them
A sea Harsher than granite,
unstill, never ceasing;
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POETRY: a Magazine of Verse
High forms with the movement of gods,
Perilous aspect; And one said:
"This is Actaeon." Actaeon of golden greaves!
Over fair meadows, Over the cool face of that field, Unstill, ever moving, Host of an ancient people, The silent cortege.
THE GIPSY
"Est-ce que vous avez vu des autres-des camarades-avec des singes ou des ours?"
A stray gipsy-A. D. 19I2
That was the top of the walk, when he said: "Have you seen any others, any of our lot,
"With apes or bears?" -A brown upstanding fellow
Not like the half-castes, up on the wet road near Clermont.
The wind came, and the rain, And mist clotted about the trees in the valley, And I'd the long ways behind me,
gray Arles and Biaucaire,
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