“After Ch’u Yuan” by Ezra Pound

"After Ch'u Yuan" 

I will get me to the wood

Where the gods walked garlanded in wisteria,

By the silver-blue flood move others with ivory cars.

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Ezra Pound's poem "After Ch'u Yuan" was published in the 1914 imagist anthology, Des Imagistes. To read this poem in full in digitized versions of this publication, follow the links below:

Sonnet “I am numb through with the coldness. . .” by Alan Porter

Sonnet

I am numb through with the coldness of

thwart men;

Not angry men, unconcerned or shy,

Scant of love, scared of loving, when

Most kind most cabinned—apart in

marriage tie.

 

[ . . . ]

 

Alan Porter's sonnet was published in 1921 in the sixth cycle of the Wheels anthology. To read this sonnet in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below:

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Librivox Audio Recording (Hosted on Archive.org)

The Modernist Journals Project

“The Coming of Night” by Skipwith Cannell

The Coming of Night 

(In the city)

The sun is near set

And the tall buildings

Become teeth

Tearing bloodily at the sky's throat;

The blank wall by my window

Becomes night sky over the marshes

When there is no moon, and no wind,

And little fishes splash in the pools.

 

I had lit my candle to make a song for you,

But I have forgotten it for I am very tired;

And the candle . . . a yellow moth . . .

Flutters, flutters,

Deep in my brain.

I had lit my candle to make a song for you,

But I have forgotten it for I am very tired;

And the candle . . . a yellow moth . . .

Flutters, flutters,

Deep in my brain.

My song was about, 'a foreign lady

Who was beautiful and sad,

Who was forsaken, and who died

A thousand years ago.'

But the cracked cup at my elbow,

With dregs of tea in it,

Fixes my tired thought more surely

Than the song I made for you and forgot . . .

That I might give you this.

 

I am tired.

 

I am so tired

That my soul is a great plain

Made desolate,

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Skipwith Cannell's poem "The Coming of Night" was published in the 1917 Others anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:

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“Driftwood” by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

"Driftwood"

Black spars of driftwood burn to peacock falmes,

Sea-emeralds and sea-purples and sea-blues,

And all the innumerable ever-changing hues

That haunt the changeless deeps but have no names,

[ . . . ]

Wilfrid Wilson Gibson's poem "Driftwood" was published in Georgian Poetry 1918-1919. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:

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