Then, as midnight makes Her giant heart of Memory and Tears Drink the pale drug of silence, and so beat Sleep's heavy measure, they from head to feet Were moveless
, looking thro' their dead black years, By vain regret scrawl'd over the blank wall.
made the left shoulder noticeably humped even as he stood moveless
Throughout this varied and eternal world Soul is the only element: the block That for uncounted ages has remained The moveless
pillar of a mountain's weight Is active, living spirit.
He introduces this parameter nominally, as current density in the active zone with moveless
fluid when current source with [I.
Serenely a muskrat noses through the lines Of stars; the cool reflective moon sways in The water that trembling languidly but once Now settles, steadies itself again, and shines Impassive within the astonished O, again Moveless
, upon the water's plane immense.
It seems untouched by the passage of time: "With moveless
, dedicated eyes, / It gazes on, while all the waste / Seconds and minutes, hours and days / Plunge to that echoing gulf, the past" It is the contrast between the inevitable ticking away of time and the wonder of eternity represented by the flower and the carved angel that leads to the poem's deft conclusion: "What does each Adoration care / For sorrow measured off by sound?
The Leader came by slowly, in a shining car, a little dark man with a comic-opera moustache, erect and standing, moveless
and unsmiling, with his hand upraised, palm outward, not in Nazi-wise salute, but straight up in a gesture of blessing such as the Buddha or Messiahs use.
Recollecting the day he saw Napoleon on the street, the poet imagines what must be the tumult of thoughts behind Caesar's moveless
mask--the cities, the factories, the armies rising in the conqueror's dream of power.
JAMES sits, and a moveless
silence prevails, KELLER'S eyes do not leave him.
it almost seemed that they were poised there in that image of eternity forever--in moveless
movement, unsilent silence, spaceless flight" (77).
The Leader came by slowly in a shining car, a little dark man with a comicopera mustache, erect and standing, moveless
and unsmiling, with his hand upraised, palm outward, not in Nazi-wise salute, but straight up, in a gesture of blessing such as the Buddha or Messiahs use.
, looking through their dead black years,