The star dissolved in evening—the one star …
Archibald MacLeish
A poem should be palpable and mute …
First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the persistent pressure of a river or a running tide. …
(1) …
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice …
Señora, it is true the Greeks are dead. …
When liberty is headlong girl …
These alternate nights and days, these seasons …
Think of our blindness where the water burned! …
You, my friends, and you strangers, all of you, …
The incoherent rushing of the train …
And here face down beneath the sun …