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Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.
I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.
In Your Garden Again (1953)
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.
Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.
The Land (1926)
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.
Twelve Days (1928)
A man and his loves make a man and his life.
A Saxon Song (1923)
Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.
Twelve Days (1928)
The greater cats with golden eyes
Stare out between the bars.
Deserts are there, and the different skies,
And night with different stars.
Kings Daughter (1929)
In February, if the days be clear,
The waking bee, still drowsy on the wing,
Will sense the opening of another year
And blunder out to seek another spring.
The Land (1926)
A man and his land make a man and his creed.
A Saxon Song (1923)
But this beyond their wit know I:
Man loves a little, and for long shall die.
Kings Daughter (1929)
She walks among the loveliness she made,
Between the apple-blossom and the water—
She walks among the patterned pied brocade,
Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.
All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have held
Reality down fluttering to a bench.
The Land (1926)
And so it ends,
We who were lovers may be friends.
I have some weeks in which to steel
My heart and teach myself to feel
Only a sober tenderness
Where once was passion's loveliness.
Leopards on the gable-ends,
Leopards on the painted stair,
Stiff the blazoned shield they bear,
Or and gules, a bend of vair,
Leopards on the gable-ends,
Leopards everywhere.
Collected Poems (1933)
It is incredible how essential to me you have become.
The dusk is heavy with the wine's warm load;
Here the long sense of classic measure cures
The spirit weary of its difficult pain;
Here the old Bacchic piety endures,
Here the sweet legends of the world remain.
The young men strained upon the crank
To wring the last reluctant inch.
They laughed together, fair and frank,
And threw their loins across the winch.
The Land (1926)
It is quite true that you have had infinitely more influence on me intellectually than anyone, and for this alone I love you.
Often on the painted stair,
As I passed abstractedly,
Velvet footsteps, two and three,
Padded gravely after me.
— There was nothing, nothing there,
Nothing there to see.
Collected Poems (1933)