Fawns in the winter wood
Who feel their horns, and leap,
Swans whom the bleakening mood
These are the streets where we walked with war and childhood
Like our two shadows behind us, or
Before us like one shadow.
Content that now the bleeding bone be swept
Out of her reach, she lay upon her side.
In a blonde void sunk deep, she slept, she slept
Music proposes. Sound disposes.
The poet ... like the lover ... is a person unable to reconcile what he knows with what he feels. His peculiarity is that he is under a certain compulsion to do so.
Poetry is important. No less than science, it seeks a hold upon reality, and the closeness of its approach is the test of its success.
Babette Deutsch (September 22, 1895 – November 13, 1982) was an American poet, critic, translator, and novelist.
Born in New York City, the daughter of Michael and Melanie (Fisher) Deutsch, she matriculated from the Ethical Culture School and Barnard College, graduating in 1917 with a B.A. She published poems in magazines such as the North Ameri ...