Digital Anthology: Some Imagist Poets

"Eros and Psyche" In an old dull yard near Camden Town, Which echoes with the rattle of cars and 'busses ...
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"Clouds across the Canyon" Shadows of clouds March across the canyon, Shadows of blue hands passing Over a curtain of ...
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"Brooding Grief" A yellow leaf from the darkness Hops like a frog before me — — Why should I start ...
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"Soldiers" To R.A.  Brother, I saw you on a muddy road in France pass by with your battalion, rifle at ...
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"Vicarious Atonement" This is an old and very cruel god . . . We will endure; We will try not ...
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"Venus Transiens" Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On ...
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"Childhood"  I. The bitterness, the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe ...
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"Mid-Day" The light beats upon me. I am startled— A split leaf crackles on the paved floor— I am anguished—defeated ...
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"The Unquiet Street" By day and night this street is not still: Omnibuses with red tail-lamps, Taxicabs with shiny eyes, ...
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Perfidy Hollow rang the house when I knocked at the door, And I lingered on the threshold with my hand ...
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The God I. I asked of your face: is it dark, set beneath heavy locks, circled with stiff ivy-fruit, clear, ...
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Gloom I sat there in the dark of the room and of my mind thinking of men's treasons and bad ...
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The Letter Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper Like draggled fly's legs, What can you tell of the ...
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Lincoln I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years ...
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Fragment . . . That night I loved you in the candlelight. Your golden hair strewed the sweet whiteness of ...
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Erinnyes There has been so much noise, Bleeding and shouting and dying, Clamour of death. There are so many dead, ...
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"Lacquer Prints: Paper Fishes" The paper carp, At the end of its long bamboo pole, Takes the wind into its ...
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1915 The limbs of gods, Still, veined marble, Rest heavily in sleep Under a saffron twilight. [ . . ...
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The  Blue SymphonyI. The darkness rolls upward.The thick darkness carries with itRain and a ravel of cloud.The sun comes forth upon ...
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Searchlight There has been no sound of guns,no roar of exploding bombs;but the darkness has an edgethat grits the nerves ...
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Whitechapel Noise; Iron hoofs, iron wheels, iron dinOf drays and trams and feet passing;IronBeaten to a vast mad cacophony. In vain ...
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Patterns I walk down the garden paths,And all the daffodilsAre blowing, and the bright blue squills.I walk down the patterned ...
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Eurydice                        ISo you have swept me back —I who ...
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ArizonaThe Windmills The windmills, like great sunflowers of steel,Lift themselves proudly over the straggling houses ;And at their feet the ...
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Sea Gods                              IThey say there is ...
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Scent of Irises A faint, sickening scent of irisesPersists all morning. Here in a jar on the tableA fine proud ...
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Inarticulate Grief  Let the sea beat its thin torn handsIn anguish against the shore,Let it moanBetween headland and cliff;Let the ...
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Bullion My thoughts Chink  against my ribs And roll about like silver hail-stones. I should like to spill them out, And pour them, ...
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