Precipitations eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 28 pages of information about Precipitations.

Precipitations eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 28 pages of information about Precipitations.

HUNGRY SHADOWS

RAINY TWILIGHT

Dim gold faces float in the windows. 
Dim gold faces and gilded arms... 
They are clinging along the silver ladders of rain;
They are climbing with ivory lamps held high,
Starry lamps
Over which the silver ladders
Thicken into nets of twilight.

THE STORM

Herds of black elephants,
Rushing over the plains,
Trample the stars. 
The ivory tusk of the leader
(Or is it the moon?)
Flashes, and is gone. 
Tree tops bend;
Crash;
Fire from hoofs;
And still they rush on,
Trampling the stars,
Bellowing,
Roaring.

NYMPHS

The drift of shadows on the mountainside,
Blue and purple gold! 
Purple dust sifting through fingers of ivory: 
Cool purple on ivory breasts. 
I see arms and breasts,
Upturned chins,
Slanting through the dust of purple leaves: 
Ivory and gold,
Bare breasts and laughing eyes,
That drift on the shadowy surf
And surge against the side of the mountain.

WINTER DAWN

Cloudy dawn flower unfolds;
Moon moth gyrates slowly;
Snow maiden lets down her hair,
And in one shining silence,
It slips to earth.

THE WALL OF NIGHT

SPRINGTIME TOO SOON

The moon is a cool rose in a blue bowl. 
There are no more birds. 
The last leaf has fallen. 
The trees in the twilight are naked old women.

The moon is an old woman at the door of her tomb. 
Clouds combed out in the wind
Are gray hair she has wound about her neck. 
The water is an old gray face that mirrors the springtime.

STARS

Like naked maidens
Dancing with no thought of lovers,
Blinking stars with dewy silver breasts
Pass through the darkness. 
White and eager,
They glide on
Toward the gray meshed web of dawn

And the mystery of morning. 
Then,
About me,
The white cloud walls
Stand as sternly as sepulchers,
And from all sides
Peer and linger the startled faces,
Pale in the harshness of the sunlight.

NIGHT MUSIC

Through the blue water of night
Rises the white bubble of silence—­
Rises,
And breaks: 
The shivered crystal bell of the moon,
Dying away in star splinters. 
The still mists bear the sound
Beyond the horizon.

NOCTURNE OF WATER

A shining bird plunges to the deep,
Becomes entangled with seaweed,
And never more emerges. 
Pale golden feathers drift across the sky,
Fire feathered clouds,
Riding the weightless billows of back velvet
On the horizon.

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