White Buildings quotes

As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by....

I am not ready for repentance; Nor to match regrets.

It is to be learned— This cleaving and this burning, But only by the one who Spends out himself again.

There are no stars to-night But those of memory.

Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain.

It is all hung by an invisible white hair.

And the rain continues on the roof With such a sound of gently pitying laughter.

She is prisoner of the tree and its green fingers.

We make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample pockets.

For we can still love the world, who find A famished kitten on the step, and know Recesses for it from the fury of the street, Or warm torn elbow coverts.

We can evade you, and all else but the heart: What blame to us if the heart live on.

The game enforces smirks; but we have seen The moon in lonely alleys make A grail of laughter of an empty ash can, And through all sound of gaiety and quest Have heard a kitten in the wilderness.

A land of leaning ice Hugged by plaster-grey arches of sky, Flings itself silently Into eternity.

The willows carried a slow sound, A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.

Where the cedar leaf divides the sky I heard the sea.

In sapphire arenas of the hills I was promised an improved infancy.

The evening was a spear in the ravine That throve through very oak.

Between black tusks the roses shine!

New thresholds, new anatomies!

There is some way, I think, to touch Those hands of yours that count the nights Stippled with pink and green advertisements.

The bottom of the sea is cruel.

Permit me voyage, love, into your hands....

What words Can strangle this deaf moonlight?

Draw in your head and sleep the long way home.