Date: 1912
"Famous garden where the passion, / Bursting first disclosed the morn / Whose effulgent, beaming glory / Cleft old Chaos, brain and spine; / Lit up incense burning shrine, / In the heart of man for Eve."
preview | full record— Beadle, Samuel Alfred (1857-1932)
Date: 1912
"Could we deftly lift the curtain / Which the cunning serpent draws, / Like the veil of night about us, / We would find that paradise, / Like a flower in winter, lies / 'Neath the stubbles of our souls."
preview | full record— Beadle, Samuel Alfred (1857-1932)
Date: 1912
"Who does not harbor in his breast / The fruitage of forbidden things / Culled from beauty's lips and heart, / And folded in between the leaves / Of memory's roll of reveries."
preview | full record— Beadle, Samuel Alfred (1857-1932)
Date: December, 1917
"I was of three minds, / Like a tree / In which there are three blackbirds."
preview | full record— Stevens, Wallace (1879-1955)
Date: 1919
"HANDS, do what you're bid; / Bring the balloon of the mind / That bellies and drags in the wind / Into its narrow shed."
preview | full record— Yeats, W. B. (1865-1939)
Date: 1922
"My soul has grown deep like the rivers."
preview | full record— Hughes, Langston (1902-1967))
Date: 1922
"I plucked my soul out of its secret place, / And held it to the mirror of my eye, / To see it like a star against the sky, / A twitching body quivering in space, / A spark of passion shining on my face."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)
Date: 1922
"Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears, / Transforming me into a shape of flame. / I will come out, back to your world of tears, / A stronger soul within a finer frame."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)
Date: 1922
"Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind / To mask the meaning of your dreamy tale, / Your guarded life too exquisitely frail / Against the daggers of my warring mind."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)
Date: 1922
"You yielded to my touch with gentle grace, / And though my passion was a mighty wave / That buried you beneath its strong embrace, / You were yet happy in the moment's grave."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)