Excerpt from The Poet's Diary Do you think there are any grounds for the imputation against Poets to which you have just alluded?' he asked. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Poet's Journal The Return of Goddess. Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn, And cheeks all bright, from rapture of the way, But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn, She comes to me to-day. Does she forget the trysts we used to keep, When dead leaves rustled on autumnal ground, Or the lone garret, whence she banished sleep With threats of silver sound? Does she forget how shone the happy eyes When they beheld her, - how the eager tongue Plied its swift oar through wave-like harmonies, To reach her where she sung? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from A Lover's Diary Lost, and not lost! When Silence taketh in the night her place, And I my soul deliver All to sweet dreaming of thy sovereign grace, I see the green hills on beyond the river Thy feet have crossed. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Verses From My Diary, 1907 AT the urgent request of many dear friends the verses contained in this little volume are given to the world - in all their simplicity and imperfections - they are now sent out with the sincerest wish that there may be found in these a source of comfort to all who may peruse them. Most of the words came to me when I was tossed about on the angry billows, - out on the Glorious Mirror, where the Almighty's Form glasses itself in the tempests in all time. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Record: An Occasional Diary in Verse; 1910-1912 So sweet the days wherein Naught of thy love I have, Nor any hope to win, Nor any power to save. 0 piteous constancy, That wastes my time and me. Yet till these days are spent, Since I may call thee friend, I needs must rest content, And wait the hopeless end, That, spite of thee and me, At last, I know, must be. Told my love to the embers, Burning dim and low, Whose faint light half-remembers The fire of long ago. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Diary of Verse and Philosophy, 1910 Own in the dusty city, where, To take full breath oft makes one choke, The composition of the air Is mostly wind - well mixed with smoke. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

"The novelist and poet Ben Lerner argues that our hatred of poetry is ultimately a sign of its nagging relevance"--