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American Poetry 1922 (1922)
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AMERICAN POETRY


1922




A MISCELLANY





NEW YORK

HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY

COPYRIGHT 1922, BY

HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY, INC.



PRINTED IN THE U. S. A. BY

THE QUINN & BODEN COMPANY

RAHWAY, N. J.

CONTENTS

A Foreword III

AMY LOWELL

Lilacs3
Twenty-four Hokku on a Modern Theme8
The Swans13
Prime16
Vespers17
In Excelsis18
La Ronde du Diable20

ROBERT FROST

Fire and Ice25
The Grindstone26
The Witch of Coös29
A Brook in the City37
Design38

CARL SANDBURG

And So To-day41
California City Landscape49
Upstream51
Windflower Leaf52

VACHEL LINDSAY

In Praise of Johnny Appleseed55
I Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry66

JAMES OPPENHEIM

Hebrews75 ALFRED KREYMBORG
Adagio: A Duet79
Die Küche80
Rain81
Peasant83
Bubbles85
Dirge87
Colophon88

SARA TEASDALE

Wisdom91
Places92
Twilight (Tucson)
Full Moon (Santa Barbara)
Winter Sun (Lenox)
Evening (Nahant)
Words for an Old Air97
Those Who Love98
Two Songs for Solitude99
The Crystal Gazer
The Solitary

LOUIS UNTERMEYER

Monolog from a Mattress103
Waters of Babylon110
The Flaming Circle112
Portrait of a Machine114
Roast Leviathan115

JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

A Rebel127
The Rock128
Blue Water129
Prayers for Wind130
Impromptu131
Chinese Poet Among Barbarians132
Snowy Mountains133
The Future134
Upon the Hill136
The Enduring137

JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER

Old Man141
Tone Picture142
They Say—143
Rescue144
Mater in Extremis146
Self-Rejected147

H. D.

Holy Satyr151
Lais153
Heliodora156
Toward the Piræus161
Slay with your eyes, Greek
You would have broken my wings
I loved you
What had you done
If I had been a boy
It was not chastity that made me cold

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights171
The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere
Now by the wall of the ancient town
When the tree bares, the music of it changes
"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"
Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
Heaven, you say, will be a field in April
In the long silence of the sea
Tetélestai184

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Eight Sonnets193
When you, that at this moment are to me
What's this of death, from you who never will die
I know I am but summer to your heart
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find

BIBLIOGRAPHY201


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