“New Saints” by Sherard Vines

"New Saints"

Christ Communist, accept these latest

Saints following the antique way,

Liebknecht, who scorned kings and the greatest,

And Rosa, now grown "mystica."

 

His flesh was parted, a new mass

 

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Sherard Vines' poem "New Saints" was published in the 1919 Wheels anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:

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“Her New-Year Posy” by William Kerr

"Her New-Year Posy"

When I seek the world through

For images of you,

Though apple-blossom is glad

And the lily stately-sad,

Gilliflowers kind of breath,

Rosemary true till death;

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WIlliam Kerr's poem "Her New-Year Posy" was published in the Georgian Poetry, 1920-1922. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:

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“Brooding Grief” by D.H. Lawrence

"Brooding Grief"

A yellow leaf from the darkness

Hops like a frog before me —

— Why should I start and stand still?

 

I was watching the woman that bore me

Stretched in the brindled darkness

Of the sick-room, rigid with will

To die —

And the quick leaf tore me

Back to this rainy swill

Of leaves and lamps and traffic mingled before me.

 

D.H. Lawrence's poem "Brooding Grief" was published in the 1916 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:

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“The Dancer” by Arthur Davison Ficke

"The Dancer"

They were godly people, all of them,

With whom I dined

in the café that night—

Substantial citizens

With their virtuous wives

And a stray daughter or two . . .

And when I spoke my admiration of your dancing,—

You, the little half-clothed painted cabaret performer

Who was pirouetting before us,—

I received a curious answer.—

It was only as the absurd voicing

Of a preposterous fancy

That one of the virtuous wives said to me—

"Why don't you go over and dance with her your-

self!"

 

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Arthur Davison Ficke's poem "The Dancer" was published in the 1916 Others anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below:

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