Harry Crosby Poems

Raymonde
If it were not for you
I would not be glad today
And I would continue to dream
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Unwedded from the world, I stray through trees
To where a pool lies mirrored in the sun
A disk of polished gold that I have won
With labours not unknown to Hercules.
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Like mutilated skulls they roll
Across the soul's white sand
And only she can make a wall
And only she can understand
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the colors have begun to form
silvergray with cramoisy and gold
into an arrow carved by storm
beyond the fear of new and old
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An Arab beats upon a kettle drum,
And tuneless is the wailing of the flutes
As on the sands a slavegirl executes
Her dance of wantonwild delirium;
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I, The Sun, Lord of the Sky, sojourning in the Land of Sky, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish and declare the following to be my Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all other wills, codicils and testamentary dispositions by me at any time heretofore made.
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Remember Lot's wife
How like a woman in a barren field
No stronger than a flower
Not born in shame
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What heavens opened and blazed,
What sisters virtuous,
What arrows sprang to mark,
The trees so terrible and dark,
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Venus is sleeping with Fire
Because it is winter and cold

With Echo
(The sound of strange footsteps gold upon gold
As they pass through the door)
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Of the moon,
Of the wind,
Of the frozen sea,
As ice, be thou,
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