Smoke and Steel
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- Languages:English (Unknown), English (Original Language), English (Published)
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- Dimensions (in):7.4 x 0.1 x 9.7
- Publication Date:September 12, 2013
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ... CALLS Because I have called to you as the flame flamingo calls, or the want of a spotted hawk is called-- because in the dusk the warblers shoot the running waters of short songs to the homecoming warblers-- because the cry here is wing to wing and song to song-- I am waiting, waiting with the flame flamingo, the spotted hawk, the running water warbler-- waiting for you. SEA-WASH The sea-wash never ends. The sea-wash repeats, repeats. Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows? Only the old strong songs? Is that all? The sea-wash repeats, repeats. SILVER WIND Do you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two of us miss summer-- Summer when the lungs of the earth take a long breath for the change to low contralto singing mornings when the green corn leaves first break through the black loam-- And another long breath for the silver soprano melody of the moon songs in the light nights when the earth is lighter than a feather, the iron mountains lighter than a goose down-- So I shall look for you in the light nights then, in the laughter of slats of silver under a hill hickory. In the listening tops of the hickories, in the wind motions of the hickory shingle leaves, in the imitations of slow sea water on the shingle silver in the wind-- I shall look for you. EVENING WATERFALL What was the name you called me? -- And why did you go so soon? The crows lift their caw on the wind, And'the wind changed and was lonely. The warblers cry their sleepy-songs Across the valley gloaming, Across the cattle-horns of early stars. Feathers and people in the crotch of a treetop Throw an evening waterfall of sleepy-songs. What was the name you called me?-- And why did you go so soon? CRUCIBLE Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside...
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