Don Marquis Poems

  • 1.  
    Put by the sword (a dreamer saith),
    The years of peace draw nigh!Already the millennial dawn
  • 2.  
    Above, the baffled twilight fails; beneath, the
    blind snakes creep;Beside us glides the charnel shark, our pilot
  • 3.  
    They haunt me, they tease me with hinted
    Withheld revelations,The songs that I may not utter;
  • 4.  
    A fierce unrest seethes at the core
    Of all existing things:It was the eager wish to soar
  • 5.  
    Formal, quaint, precise, and trim,
    You begin your steps demurely-There's a spirit almost prim
  • 6.  
    Time steals from Love all but Love's wings;
    And how should aught but evil things, Or any good but death, befall
  • 7.  
    I am mine own priest, and I shrive myself
    Of all my wasted yesterdays. Though sinAnd sloth and foolishness, and all ill weeds
  • 8.  
    Where the singers of Saturn find tongue,
    Where the Galaxy's lovers embrace,Our world and its beauty are sung!
  • 9.  
    “Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride!
    They had no poet and they died.”-POPE.
  • 10.  
    Earth loves to gibber o'er her dross,
    Her golden souls, to waste;The cup she fills for her god-men
  • 11.  
    Your triolet should glimmer
    Like a butterfly;In golden light, or dimmer,
  • 12.  
    The wraiths of murdered hopes and loves
    Come whispering at the door,Come creeping through the weeping mist
  • 13.  
    I have been down in a dark valley;
    I have been groping through a deep gorge;Far above, the lips of it were rimmed with moon-
  • 14.  
    A little while, with love and youth,
    He wandered, singing:- He felt life's pulses hot and strong
  • 15.  
    The creeds he wrought of dream and thought
    Fall from him at the touch of life, His old gods fail him in the strife-
  • 16.  
    Ye are dead, they say, but ye swore, ye swore,
    Ye would come to me back from the sea!From out of the sea and the night, ye cried,
  • 17.  
    ‘Twixt ancient Beersheba and Dan
    Another such a caravanDazed Palestine had never seen
  • 18.  
    Your rondeau's tale must still be light-
    No bugle-call to life's stern fight! Rather a smiling interlude
  • 19.  
    No doubt the ordered worlds speed on
    With purpose in their wings;No doubt the ordered songs are sweet
  • 20.  
    Reach over, my Undine, and clutch me a reed-
    Nymph of mine idleness, notch me a pipe-For I am fulfilled of the silence, and long
  • 21.  
    What was his life, back yonder
    In the dusk where time began,This beast uncouth with the jaw of an ape
  • 22.  
    We have come “the primrose way,”
    Folly, thou and I!Such a glamor and a grace
  • 23.  
    Christ was of virgin birth, and, being slain,
    The creedists say, He rose from death again.Oh, futile age-long talk of death and birth!-
  • 24.  
    It shifts and shifts from form to form,
    It drifts and darkles, gleams and glows;It is the passion of the storm,
  • 25.  
    The mother by the gallows-tree,
    The gallows-tree, the gallows-tree,(While the twitching body mocked the sun)
  • 26.  
    And I would seek the country town
    Amid green meadows nestled downIf I could only find the way
  • 27.  
    A toast to the Fools!
    Pierrot, Pantaloon,Harlequin, Clown,
  • 28.  
    Nevermore
    Shall the shepherds of Arcady followPan's moods as he lolls by the shore
  • 29.  
    A ghost is the freak of a sick man's brain?
    Then why do ye start and shiver so?That's the sob and drip of a leaky drain?
  • 30.  
    And some still cry: “What is the use?
    The service rendered? What the gain?Heroic, yes!-but in what cause?
  • 31.  
    I

  • 32.  
    Better a pauper, penniless, asleep on the kindly
    sod-Better a gipsy, houseless, but near to the heart
  • 33.  
    Each nation as it draws the sword
    And flings its standard to the airPetitions piously the Lord-
  • 34.  
    There is a legend that the love of God
    So quickened under Mary's heart it wroughtHer very maidenhood to holier stuff. . . .
  • 35.  
    The great guns slay from a league away, the death-
    bolts fly unseen,And bellowing hill replies to hill, machine to brute
  • 36.  
    The steam, the reek, the fume, of prayer
    Blown outward for a million years, Becomes a mist between the spheres,
  • 37.  
    I stood among the boats
    The sinking sun, the angry sun, Across the sullen wave
  • 38.  
    So let them pass, these songs of mine,
    Into oblivion, nor repine;Abandoned ruins of large schemes,
  • 39.  
    I still remember how she moved
    Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved,(When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes,
  • 40.  
    Conquerors leonine, lordly,
    Princes and vaunting kings,Ye are drunk with the sound of your braggart
  • 41.  
    My dust in ruined Babylon
    Is blown along the level plain,And songs of mine at dawn have soared
  • 42.  
    We are deceived by the shadow, we see not the
    substance of things.For the hills are less solid than thought; and
  • 43.  
    Galahads, Galahads, Percivals, gallop!
    Bayards, to the saddle!-the clangorous trumpets,Hoarse with their ecstasy, call to the mellay.
  • 44.  
    Cease to call him sad and sober,
    Merriest of months, October!Patron of the bursting bins,
  • 45.  
    He speaks as straight as his rifles shot,
    As straight as a thrusting blade,Waiting the deed that shall trouble the truce
  • 46.  
    “Archaeologists have discovered a love-letter among the ruins
    of Babylon.”-Newspaper report.
  • 47.  
    She is hot to the sea that crouches beside,
    Human and hot to the cool stars peering down, My passionate city, my quivering town,
  • 48.  
    My lands, not thine, we look upon,
    Friend Croesus, hill and vale and lawn. Mine every woodland madrigal,
  • 49.  
    We stood among the boats and nets;
    We saw the swift clouds fall,We watched the schooners scamper in
  • 50.  
    But see! . . . the body does not sink;
    It rides upon the tide(A starbeam on the dagger's haft),
Total 78 poems written by Don Marquis

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