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(Created page with "<meta author="Oppenheim, James" year_of_publication="1914" genre="Poetry" publisher="New York The Century Co." journal="Songs for the New Era" page_range="83-84" /> <annotations> == The Man Speaks == <paragraph keywords=""> <poem> YOU and I in the night, spied on by stars... You and I in the belovéd night... You and I within these walls. </poem> </paragraph> <paragraph keywords=""> <poem> A breath from the sea is kissing the housetops of the city, Kiss...") |
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You and I in the night, spied on by stars... | |||
You and I in the belovéd night... | You and I in the belovéd night... | ||
You and I within these walls. | You and I within these walls. | ||
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A breath from the sea is kissing the housetops of the | A breath from the sea is kissing the housetops of the city, | ||
city, | |||
Kissing the roofs, | Kissing the roofs, | ||
And dying into silence. | And dying into silence. | ||
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<poem> | |||
Earth and stars are in a trance, | Earth and stars are in a trance, | ||
They dream of passion, but cannot break their sleep. | They dream of passion, but cannot break their sleep. | ||
They pass into us, and we are their passion, we are | They pass into us, and we are their passion, we are their madness, | ||
their madness, | |||
So shaped that we can kiss and clasp... | So shaped that we can kiss and clasp... | ||
One kiss, then death, the miracle being spent. | One kiss, then death, the miracle being spent. | ||
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<paragraph keywords="car, sound, night"> | <paragraph keywords="car, sound, night, intertext"> | ||
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Watchman, what of the night? | Watchman, what of the night? | ||
Sleep and birth! Toil and death! | Sleep and birth! Toil and death! | ||
Now the light of the topmost tower winks red and | Now the light of the topmost tower winks red and ceases: | ||
ceases: | |||
Now the lonely car echoes afar off... | Now the lonely car echoes afar off... | ||
Helen looked over the wine-dark seas of Greece, and | Helen looked over the wine-dark seas of Greece, and she was young. | ||
she was young. | But not younger than we, touching each other, while dawn delays... | ||
But not younger than we, touching each other, while | |||
dawn delays... | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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Dare we betray this moment? | Dare we betray this moment? | ||
Dare we die, missing this fire? | Dare we die, missing this fire? | ||
Whither goes massive Earth tonight, flying with the | Whither goes massive Earth tonight, flying with the stars down eternity? | ||
stars down eternity? | |||
We are alive: we are for each other. | We are alive: we are for each other. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
Latest revision as of 16:09, 16 July 2024
| Author | Oppenheim, James |
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| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | Songs for the New Age |
| Publisher | The Century Co. |
| Year of Publication | 1914 |
| Pages | 83-84 |
| Additional information | - |
You and I in the night, spied on by stars...
You and I in the belovéd night...
You and I within these walls.
A breath from the sea is kissing the housetops of the city,
Kissing the roofs,
And dying into silence.
Earth and stars are in a trance,
They dream of passion, but cannot break their sleep.
They pass into us, and we are their passion, we are their madness,
So shaped that we can kiss and clasp...
One kiss, then death, the miracle being spent.
Watchman, what of the night?
Sleep and birth! Toil and death!
Now the light of the topmost tower winks red and ceases:
Now the lonely car echoes afar off...
Helen looked over the wine-dark seas of Greece, and she was young.
But not younger than we, touching each other, while dawn delays...
Dare we betray this moment?
Dare we die, missing this fire?
Whither goes massive Earth tonight, flying with the stars down eternity?
We are alive: we are for each other.
