Imagist Poetry

A black figure dances in a black field

A butterfly

A faint, sickening scent of irises

A few things for themselves

A great fish plunges in the dark

A touch of cold in the Autumn night

A yellow leaf from the darkness

Above the Dock

Above the forest of the parakeets

Above the quiet dock in mid night

Accident

Acon

After Ch‘u Yuan

Ah, stern cold man

Alba

All over Minnesota

Amalfi

Among the rain

Among twenty snowy mountains

An image of Lethe

And so I cross into another world

Antwerp

April

Architecture for the Adoration of Beauty

Are you alive?

Argyria

As cool as the pale wet leaves

As the hedges, clipt and even

At Baia

At Nights

At nights I sit here

At ten A.M. the young housewife

At the British Museum

At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night

Atthis, far from me and dear Mnasidika

Au Vieux Jardin

Autumn

Back within the valley

Ballad of the Mulberry Road, A

Barque of phosphor

Be in me as the eternal moods

Bear me to Dictaeus

Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch

Between the avenue of cypresses

Beyond the porcelain fence of the pleasure-garden

Bird with the Coppery, Keen Claws, The

Black swallows swooping or gliding

Blizzard

Blue mountains to the north of the walls

Blueflags

Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River

Bromios

Brooding Grief

Bull, The

By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks

Cézanne

Chanson Arabe

Cherry Robbers

Choricos

City of Choan, The

Clavichord

Clay

Clouds Across the Canyon

Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are

Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions

Coming of War, The: Actaeon

Complacencies of the peignoir, and late

Cones

Contemporania

Conversion

Couplet

Daisy

Dance Figure

Dark eyed

Dawn

Dawn on the Mountain

Dear one!

Decade, A

Disputants, The

ρια

Drawing a sword, cut into water, water again flow

Dusk

Ecstatic bird songs pound

Elm trees

Embankment, The

Emperor’s Garden, The

Epigram

Epitaphs

Erinnyes

Eurydice

Even in my dreams you have denied yourself to me

Evening

Evening and quiet

Evil

Exile’s Letter

Eyes are tired

Fabliau of Florida

Fan-Piece for Her Imperial Lord

Faun Sees Snow for the First Time, The

Fireflies in the Corn

Four Poems of Departure

Fragment

Fragment XXXVI

From a Junk

Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill

Further Instructions

Garden, The

Garret, The

Glittering leaves

Gloire de Dijon

Gloom

Gloom!

Gods of the sea

Good Night

Grass-blades push up between the cobblestones

Great Figure, The

Green

Guarded Wound, The

Gushing from the mouths of stone men

Hallucination

Here where the brown leaves fall

Hermes of the Ways

Hermonax

Hibiscus on the Sleeping Shores

Home Again

Honeymoon

Houses

How frail

I drifted along the river

I have cast the world

I have minded me

I have sat here happy in the gardens

I have shaken with love half the night

I Hear an Army

I hear an army charging upon the land

I know not what to do

I know this room

I look at the sweeling sunset

I love you, rotten

I sat there in the dark

I saw the first pear

I say now, Fernando, that on that day

I should have thought

I stopped the car

I turn the page and read

I will get me to the wood

I will teach you my townspeople

I wish

I wonder, can the night go by

If it

If you stand where I stand

Illicit

Image

Image from d’Orleans

Images (I–IV)

Images (I–VI)

Immortal? . . . No

In a Garden

In a Station of the Metro

In a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds

In and out of the dreary trenches

In brilliant gas light

In front of the sombre mountains, a faint, lost ribbon of rainbow

In the Little Old Market-Place

In the Via Sestina

In Trouble and Shame

Insouciance

Irradiations (I–IV, X)

Is it as plainly in our living shown

It is a willow when summer is over

It is in captivity

It rains, it rains

It’s an odd thing how one changes

Its posterior pushing

Jewel Stairs’ Grievance, The

Just as my fingers on these keys

Just now

Ko-Jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro

Leave-Taking Near Shoku

Lesbia

Lighthearted I walked into the valley wood

Like a gondola of green scented fruits

Listen

Liu Ch‘e

Load of Sugar-Cane, The

London

London, my beautiful

Lonely Street, The

Look at the little darlings in the corn!

Marriage

Medlars and Sorb-Apples

Metaphors of a Magnifico

Metric Figure

Mexican Quarter

Mid-Day

More dim than waning moon

Mowers, The

My candle burned alone in an immense valley

My wife’s new pink slippers

Niagara

Night

Nocturnes

Nostalgia

November Night

Now that I have cooled to you

O daughter of Isis

O fan of white silk

O you

O, Florida, Venereal Soil

O, it was out by Donnycarney

Offering

Ogre

Oh strong ridged and deeply hollowed

Old age is

Old Love

On Seeing Weather-Beaten Trees

Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy

Once, in the sultry heats of Midsummer

Oread

Our door was shut to the noon-day heat

Over the roof-tops race the shadows of clouds

Pastoral

Peach flowers turn the dew crimson

Peter Quince at the Clavier

Piano

Pool, The

Poplar, The

Postlude

Πóτνια, πóτνια

Priapus

Primordia

Promenade

Rain in the Desert

Rather notice, mon cher

Restlessness

Return, The

River, The

River-Merchant’s Wife, The: A Letter

Scent of Irises

School is over. It is too hot

Screen Dance: For Rihani

Searchlight

See, they return; ah, see the tentative

Separation on the River Kiang

Service of All the Dead

Shadow, The

Shadows of clouds

Showing her immortal

Silently she’s combing

Silver Plough-Boy, The

Sitalkas

Skaters, The

Smell!

Snow

So different, this man

So you have swept me back

Soft as the bed in the earth

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me

Solitaire

Song

Sorrow is my own yard

Spring Storm

Spring Strains

Starling, The

Summer

Sunday Morning

Sunshine

Swan, The

Taking Leave of a Friend

Tell me

Terra Nuova

Terror

. . . That night I loved you

The ancient songs

The apparition of these faces in the crowd

The blue mist of after-rain

The chimneys, rank on rank

The clouds have gathered, and gathered

The colorless morning glides upward

The corner of a great rain

The dayseye hugging the earth

The going of the glade-boat

The golden one is gone from the banquets

The grass is beneath my head

The hard sand breaks

The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonder

The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew

The light beats upon me

The light is a wound to me

The May sun—whom

The mist of the evening is rose

The petals fall in the fountain

The phoenix are at play on their terrace

The pool is edged with the blade-like leaves of irises

The rustling of the silk is discontinued

The sky has given over

The sky was apple-green

The sun rises in south east corner of things

The swan existing

The waning moon looks upward, this grey night

The windmills, like great sunflowers of steel

The withered bonds are broken

There has been no sound of guns

There has been so much noise

There is a bird in the poplars

There’s four men mowing down by the river

They say the roads of Sanso are steep

Thinker, The

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

Thou art come at length

Three spirits came to me

Through the dark pine trunks

Through the open window can be seen

Thy feet

Tiger-Lily

To Kαλ

To a Greek Marble

To a Husband

To a Solitary Disciple

To Atthis

To have reached

To So-Kin of Rakuyo, ancient friend, Chancellor of Gen

To Waken an Old Lady

To-Em-Mei’s “The Unmoving Cloud”

Tract

Travelling Bear, The

Trees

Ts’ai Chi’h

Tulip Bed, The

Twenty men crossing a bridge

Two Impressions

Under the lily shadow

Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red

Upon the table in their bowl

Use no more speech now

Valley Candle

Venus Transiens

Voyage a l’Infini

Waiting

Warning, The

We will come down to you

Well, mind, here we have

What manner of building shall we build for

When I am alone I am happy

When I was younger

When night drifts along the streets of the city

When she rises in the morning

When you came, you were like red wine and honey

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead

Whirl up, sea

Why do you always stand there shivering

Widow’s Lament in Springtime, The

Willow Poem

Windmills, The

Woman and Her Dead Husband, A

Year Passes, A

You are as gold

You are clear

Young Housewife, The

Young men riding in the street

Zeus

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