From “Phantom of Delight”
“She was a Phantom of delight/When first she gleamed upon my sight;/A lovely Apparition, sent/To be a moment's ornament;/Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;/Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;/But all things else about her drawn/From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;/A dancing Shape, an Image gay,/To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.”
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[The house was just twinkling in the moonlight]
by Gertrude Stein
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49202/the-house-was-just-twinkling-in-the...
Inniskeen Road : July Evening
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There is a dance in Billy Brennan‘s barn tonight,
And there‘s the half -talk code of mysteries
And the wink- and -elbow language of delight.
Half-past eight and there is not a spot
Upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown
That might turn out a man or woman, not a footfall tapping secrecies of stone.
I have what every poet hates in spite 👇🏻👇🏻
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