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             «Καὶ κείνα Σικελά, καὶ ἐν Αἰτναίαισιν ἔπαιζεν
             ἀόσι, καὶ μέλος ᾖδε τὸ Δώριον.»
                                          Επιτάφιος Βίωνος

                        “And she also was of Sikilia and was gay in
                          the valleys of Ætna, and knew the Doric
                          singing.”




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                             DES IMAGISTES

                              AN ANTHOLOGY






                                NEW YORK
                        ALBERT AND CHARLES BONI
                            96 FIFTH AVENUE
                                  1914




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                            Copyright, 1914
                                   By
                        Albert and Charles Boni




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                                CONTENTS


 RICHARD ALDINGTON
     Choricos       7
     To a Greek Marble       10
     Au Vieux Jardin       11
     Lesbia       12
     Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch       13
     Argyria       14
     In the Via Sestina       15
     The River       16
     Bromios       17
     To Atthis       19

 H. D.
     Sitalkas       20
     Hermes of the Ways I       21
     Hermes of the Ways II       22
     Priapus       24
     Acon       26
     Hermonax       28
     Epigram       30

 F. S. FLINT
     I       31
     II Hallucination       32
     III       33
     IV       34
     V The Swan       35

 SKIPWITH CANNÉLL
     Nocturnes       36

 AMY LOWELL
     In a Garden       38

 WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
     Postlude       39

 JAMES JOYCE
     I Hear an Army       40

 EZRA POUND
     Δώρια       41
     The Return       42
     After Ch’u Yuan       43
     Liu Ch’e       44
     Fan-Piece for Her Imperial Lord       45
     Ts’ai Chi’h       46

 FORD MADOX HUEFFER
     In the Little Old Market-Place       47

 ALLEN UPWARD
     Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar       51

 JOHN COURNOS after K. TETMAIER
     The Rose       54

 DOCUMENTS
     To Hulme (T. E.) and Fitzgerald       57
     Vates, the Social Reformer       59
     Fragments Addressed by Clearchus H. to Aldi       62

 _Bibliography_       63




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                                CHORICOS


           The ancient songs
           Pass deathward mournfully.

           Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,
           Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and wings—
           Symbols of ancient songs
           Mournfully passing
           Down to the great white surges,
           Watched of none
           Save the frail sea-birds
           And the lithe pale girls,
           Daughters of Okeanus.

           And the songs pass
           From the green land
           Which lies upon the waves as a leaf
           On the flowers of hyacinth;
           And they pass from the waters,
           The manifold winds and the dim moon,
           And they come,
           Silently winging through soft Kimmerian dusk,
           To the quiet level lands
           That she keeps for us all,
           That she wrought for us all for sleep
           In the silver days of the earth’s dawning—
           Proserpina, daughter of Zeus.

           And we turn from the Kuprian’s breasts,
           And we turn from thee,
           Phoibos Apollon,
           And we turn from the music of old
           And the hills that we loved and the meads,
           And we turn from the fiery day,
           And the lips that were over sweet;
           For silently
           Brushing the fields with red-shod feet,
           With purple robe
           Searing the flowers as with a sudden flame,
           Death,
           Thou hast come upon us.

           And of all the ancient songs
           Passing to the swallow-blue halls
           By the dark streams of Persephone,
           This only remains:
           That we turn to thee,
           Death,
           That we turn to thee, singing
           One last song.

           O Death,
           Thou art an healing wind
           That blowest over white flowers
           A-tremble with dew;
           Thou art a wind flowing
           Over dark leagues of lonely sea;
           Thou art the dusk and the fragrance;
