“1915” by Richard Aldington

1915

The limbs of gods,
Still, veined marble,
Rest heavily in sleep
Under a saffron twilight.

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Richard Aldington's poem "1915" was published in the 1916 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication context, follow the links below:

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“Barouches Noires” by Charles Orange

Barouches Noires

It was when I was sitting by the side of the

lake,

By the side of a lake where the great trees

come to the water's edge,

And when, beneath the glittering leaves, I

was watching the gleaming, mobile

water; the water that was like a

thousand living mirrors in the sun-

light, that I turned my head . . . .

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Charles Orange's (pseudonym for Brian Howard) poem "Barouches Noires" was published in the 1921 Wheels anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below:

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“The Little Tailor Meditates” by Jeanne D’Orge

The Little Tailor Meditates

. . . My idea would be to do away with the star-

manufactured

ready made garments

they never fit

like a suit cut to measure . . .

then there's too much putting on and off

too much running in and out

like a dog at a fair

in this business of birth and death . . .

 

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Jeanne D'Orge's poem "The Little Tailor Meditates" was published in the 1917 Others anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below:

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“The Sleeper” by Walter de la Mare

The Sleeper

As Ann came in one summer's day,
She felt that she must creep,
So silent was the clear cool house,
It seemed a house of sleep.
And sure, when she pushed open the door,
Rapt in the stillness there,
Her mother sat, with stooping head,
Asleep upon a chair;

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Walter de la Mare's poem "The Sleeper" was published in Georgian Poetry, 1911-1912To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link below:

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“The Blue Symphony” by John Gould Fletcher

The  Blue Symphony
I. 
The darkness rolls upward.
The thick darkness carries with it
Rain and a ravel of cloud.
The sun comes forth upon earth.

Palely the dawn
Leaves me facing timidly
Old gardens sunken:
And in the gardens is water.

Sombre wreck — autumnal leaves;
Shadowy roofs
In the blue mist,
And a willow-branch that is broken.

Ο old pagodas of my soul, how you glittered across
green trees!

Blue and cool:
Blue, tremulously,
Blow faint puffs of smoke
Across sombre pools.
The damp green smell of rotted wood;
And a heron that cries from out the water.

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John Gould Fletcher's poem "The Blue Symphony" was published in the 1915 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in full in digitized versions of this publication, follow the links below:

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