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The Tempers   By: (1883-1963)

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Peace on Earth 7

Postlude 8

First Praise 9

Homage 10

The Fool's Song 11

From "The Birth of Venus," Song 12

Immortal 13

Mezzo Forte 14

An After Song 15

Crude Lament 16

The Ordeal 17

The Death of Franco of Cologne: His Prophecy of Beethoven 18

Portent 21

Con Brio 22

Ad Infinitum 23

Translations from the Spanish, "El Romancero" 24

Hic Jacet 30

Contemporania 31

To wish Myself Courage 32

Peace on Earth

The Archer is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven Sleep safe till to morrow.

The Bears are abroad! The Eagle is screaming! Gold against blue Their eyes are gleaming! Sleep! Sleep safe till to morrow.

The Sisters lie With their arms intertwining; Gold against blue Their hair is shining! The Serpent writhes! Orion is listening! Gold against blue His sword is glistening! Sleep! There is hunting in heaven Sleep safe till to morrow.


Now that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished masonry, Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances, Ripples at Philae, in and out, And lips, my Lesbian, Wall flowers that once were flame.

Your hair is my Carthage And my arms the bow, And our words arrows To shoot the stars Who from that misty sea Swarm to destroy us.

But you there beside me Oh how shall I defy you, Who wound me in the night With breasts shining Like Venus and like Mars? The night that is shouting Jason When the loud eaves rattle As with waves above me Blue at the prow of my desire.

First Praise

Lady of dusk wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp splintering leaf tread with thee on before, White, slender through green saplings; I have lain by thee on the grey forest floor Beside thee, my Lady.

Lady of rivers strewn with stones, Only thou art my Lady. Where thousand the freshets are crowded like peasants to a fair; Clear skinned, wild from seclusion, They jostle white armed down the tent bordered thoroughfare Praising my Lady.


Elvira, by love's grace There goeth before you A clear radiance Which maketh all vain souls Candles when noon is.

The loud clangour of pretenders Melteth before you Like the roll of carts passing, But you come silently And homage is given.

Now the little by path Which leadeth to love Is again joyful with its many; And the great highway From love Is without passers.

The Fool's Song

I tried to put a bird in a cage. O fool that I am! For the bird was Truth. Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put Truth in a cage!

And when I had the bird in the cage, O fool that I am! Why, it broke my pretty cage... Continue reading book >>

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