He nither wrote, nor uttered murmer at wonder
But grew 'pon his rich riegning lofty desire,
And hung the earth, pon each fadeing fancy
...
When first I beheld
The sight of self alone,
Here standing upon a floor--
A new sensitive throne--
...
But only to be memories of spiritual gate
Letting us feel the difference from the real
Are not limits the sooth to formulate
...
The marble walls held the dim sky sHadows
That were strangly woven in grays
Silhouette set the scepters roveing
...
And this great human rebellion, has it's scattered laureates - sparks,
That kindle the flame to repeat my brother will cause the
...
O covering hem, my life to thee
Refuses to exHalt of such powerful
Scale, though full of its half plead
relate its charm's through meditation,
...
That from nowhere settles impressions
Gleam O thou dost aid the muse
Below, to drain his soulful
Desire, from the strings of thy
...
The motion of gathering loops of Water
Must either Burst - or remain in a moment
The violet colours Through the glass
...
Poet o soul! hast thou within thy wing the raise
That nature doth disown, with complete color
The enlightening beat of Heaven's plausive royalty
...
In our Bible, the dream of Samuel is death,
As the clouds consume his form and bare him to Heaven--
The song from colored birds so lyric and sweet
...
The apparent gale, vaned in winding storms
Has filled the air with hail and mystic frost
The peaceful alley through bowing elms revealed
...
By a peninsula, the painter sat and
Sketched the uneven valley groves
The apostle gave alms to the
Meek, the volcano burst
...
I've been ill amongst my fellow kind
And yet have borne with me joys
That few sought its indulgence Bind
...
Night! the lute as daylight But dim
A cloister strangly near a hill
Rang the evening chimes of prayor
The shadows of the miniature lamps
...
The perfect gauge can irragulate prophecy
'Pon serious tempo, blame serene ratio
As strong adHered charm does to love!
...
The etude of the soul - is in regard to truth of Daily life
The Bent to relief - the wakeing mind -
...
The etude of the soul - is in regard to truth of Daily life
The Bent to relief - the wakeing mind -
...
The blue faded purple Horizon mount
Seemed to bellow the vallies in mists
Of enriching ensueing divine shadowings
...
An age of wisdom sought knowledge to
Enliven its immortality through scriptures
Of classics, The scholar apprehends
...
a Dark scarlet robe - covered the Body
As he layed near in a monastery Cellar Door
Holy spirit of death - swayed o'er him,
...
Samuel Greenberg (December 13, 1893 – August 16, 1917) was an Austrian-American Jewish poet and artist. Greenberg grew up in poverty on the Lower East Side of New York City and spent the last years of his life in and out of charity hospitals. He died of tuberculosis in the Manhattan State Hospital on Wards Island. What little mainstream critical attention he has received has arisen through debate over the poet Hart Crane's re-writing and submission of an unpublished Greenberg poem, "Emblems of Conduct", as his own.)
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He nither wrote, nor uttered murmer at wonder
But grew 'pon his rich riegning lofty desire,
And hung the earth, pon each fadeing fancy
Pressing nothing, that he noble can Lyre,
But can afterward use, when beauty
Doth hinder, its pregnant aptonized lore
He sat as an extricable prisoner bound
To essence, that he sought to emancipate
Kept pounding an envil of generation core
And exchanged his soul a thousand ways
At the rate of centuries unfelt round
As though cloud repeats cloud through days
Or nocturnal heavens beaten lights
That mock the day, from suspence of Hights