{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_sha256": "9ecfed761c7a9e8186e8709b4df665e78292684623cf454f9dd8f9821575afe9", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaat/issues/1913/09_01/bmtnaat_1913-09_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaat/issues/1913/09_01/bmtnaat_1913-09_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "Songs, Sighs and Curses", "titre_sommaire": "Songs, Sighs and Curses", "signature_source": "Adolf Wolff", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 38, "texte": "Songs, Sighs and Curses\nBy Adolf Wolff"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[1]", "page_fin": "[1]", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "Songs, Sighs and Curses", "titre_sommaire": "Songs, Sighs and Curses", "signature_source": "Adolf Wolff", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[1]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 38, "texte": "Songs, Sighs and Curses\nBy\nAdolf Wolff"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "3", "page_fin": "3", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "TO LEONARD D. ABBOTT.", "titre_sommaire": "TO LEONARD D. ABBOTT.", "signature_source": "ADOLF WOLFF", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 308, "texte": "TO LEONARD D. ABBOTT.\nADOLF WOLFF.\nDear Friend:—To whom else than to you\ncan I dedicate this little wreath of poems?\nWeeds or flowers, without you, they would\nnot have been. Your interest, your sympathy,\nyour appreciation were the sunshine and rain\nthat brought them forth—to blossom for a\nmoment or forever."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "4", "page_fin": "4", "image_debut": 6, "image_fin": 6, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "NOTE.—All the poems in this volume were written in the year 1912-13.", "titre_sommaire": "NOTE.—All the poems in this volume were written in the year 1912-13.", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "4", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 424, "texte": "NOTE.—All the poems in this volume were written in the year 1912-13.\nWhen asked in what sequence he would arrange his poems, Wolff threw\nthe manuscripts in the air, saying, \"Let Fate decide.\" They now appear\nin the order in which they were picked up from the floor. This is true\nof all except the proem and those comprising the group under the heading\n\"To One Who Could Not Love,\" which appear towards the end of\nthe volume."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "5", "page_fin": "5", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "THE PROEM", "titre_sommaire": "THE PROEM", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "5", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 492, "texte": "THE PROEM\nI sing and sigh and also curse,\nThus only can I give expression\nTo that which will not brook repression;\nI am alive, I have a voice,\nAnd so I sing and sigh and curse—\nAll life doth sing and sigh and curse.\nThe joy of love is in my song,\nI sigh for pleasures yet untasted—\nFor things I dream—o'er moments wasted\nAnd sometimes interrupt my song\nWith clenched fist to curse a wrong—\nIt is a joy to curse a wrong.\nAnd so I sing and sigh and curse—\nAll life doth sing and sigh and curse."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "6", "page_fin": "6", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "CAPTIVES", "titre_sommaire": "CAPTIVES", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 521, "texte": "CAPTIVES\nI visited the Zoo one dreary day,\nAnd in the lion's house I watched a lion,\nA great Numidian lion in his cage,\nWith eyes three-quarters closed, with haughty gait,\nPace up and down the limits of his cage.\nWas he oblivious of the tyrant bars,\nThe gaze of human eyes, his captive state,\nAnd did he blink but better thus to see\nThe jungle's vast expanse?\nHe suddenly stood still; and, face to face,\nWe stood and stared into each other's eyes,\nAnd we each saw in one another's eyes\nA royal captive in a wretched cage."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "7", "page_fin": "7", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 9, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "IF I WERE GOD", "titre_sommaire": "IF I WERE GOD", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 215, "texte": "IF I WERE GOD\nIf I were God—the first thing I would do\nWould be to make all women beautiful.—\nAll women beautiful—and all men strong.\nThen I'd resign—and make myself a man.\nThat's just what I would do—if I were God."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "8", "page_fin": "8", "image_debut": 10, "image_fin": 10, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "OPTIMISM", "titre_sommaire": "OPTIMISM", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1402, "texte": "OPTIMISM\nOn that cold table, where shameless, without blushing\nThey spread their nakedness,\nI see what yesterday had been a living beauty\nAnd is to-day a corpse—\nA flimsy mass of tissues and of juices,\nThe prey of autopsy to-day,\nTo-morrow prey of worms and dissolution.\nAnd whilst the perfume of this lifeless flower,\nConcoction made of chemicals and death,\nInflicts an outrage on my sense of odor,\nDoes disenchantment fill me with disgust?\nDoes Death's black wing engulf me in its shadow?\nAnd being face to face with life's fragility\nAm I made sick of life?\nI am not sick of life.\nI prize life more knowing how brief it is,\nHow insecure, how fragile and how fleeting.\nI love the eyes bright with the spark of life,\nI love them more knowing they'll soon be dimmed.\nI love the lips aglow with warmth of life,\nI love them more because they'll soon be cold.\nI love all flesh that palpitates with life,\nI love it more knowing it soon shall be\nAn inert, flimsy mass of fetid tissue.\nI love the voice that rings with sounds of life,\nI love it more knowing 'twill soon be silent.\nI love the mind pregnant with living thought,\nI love it more knowing that soon 'twill be\nThe tomb of thought.\nI therefore let the dead bury their dead,\nAnd like a buzzing bee in quest of flowers\nI seek the flowers of life that gladly yield\nThe sap that love distills to joy—that joy\nThat is much sweeter than the sweetest honey."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "9", "page_fin": "9", "image_debut": 11, "image_fin": 11, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "THE CLOUD", "titre_sommaire": "THE CLOUD", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 467, "texte": "THE CLOUD\nThere hovers over me a muddy cloud,\nEnveloping me in its gloomy shadow,\nThat dims the native sunshine of my heart,\nThat dulls the keen perception of the mind,\nThat stunts the latent powers of the soul,\nThat smothers all the rising flames of hope,\nThat cowes the wings of genius that would soar.\nI am forever followed by this cloud,\nI can't escape, I cannot flee this cloud,\nThis muddy, gloomy, hell-begotten cloud—\nThe dollar sign is traced upon this cloud!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "10", "page_fin": "10", "image_debut": 12, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "QUESTIONINGS", "titre_sommaire": "QUESTIONINGS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 366, "texte": "QUESTIONINGS\nIs it because the sun caresses me\nAnd makes me warm with its delightful rays\nThat it is mine? That it is only mine?\nIs it because I frolic in the sea,\nThe sea that hugs me with a thousand waves,\nThat it is mine? That it is only mine?\nIs it because I hold you in my arms\nAnd madly kiss you, calling you my love,\nThat you are mine? That you are only mine?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "11", "page_fin": "11", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 13, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "THE LIBERTY I LOATHE", "titre_sommaire": "THE LIBERTY I LOATHE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 992, "texte": "THE LIBERTY I LOATHE\nI am at large, can go this way and that,\nMo dungeon walls, no prison bars say halt,\nWhen roving fancies seize upon my feet.\nBut am I free? Can Ibe truly free\nWhen that which lives within me is repressed,\nWhen my true self in vain from deep within\nDoth clamor for the right of self-expression?\nWhat hideous mockery of freedom this!\nPut me in jail, put me in jail for life.\nLet bread and water be my only fare,\nMake rats and spiders my associates.\nBut have the light into my dungeon pour\nFrom overhead and give me clay,\nOh, give me lots of clay—the tender flesh,\nThe oily, tender flesh of mother earth.\nResponsive as a mistress to the touch,\nAnd I will have a feast no king e'er knew,\nAnd taste of pleasures that the gods would envy\nAnd I will make unto myself a world,\nA world of which myself would be the God,\nA world in which my every dream and thought,\nMy every feeling and my every passion\nWould find embodiment in plastic form.\nOh, for a prison where I could be free!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "12", "page_fin": "12", "image_debut": 14, "image_fin": 14, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "ON SEEING THE GARMENT STRIKERS MARCH", "titre_sommaire": "ON SEEING THE GARMENT STRIKERS MARCH", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 567, "texte": "ON SEEING THE GARMENT STRIKERS\nMARCH\nI see a hundred thousand marching by.\nI also see as many, many millions\nThat are in spirit also marching by.\nAnd lo! methinks this is but a rehearsal\nFor the Exodus from the Land of Bondage—\nAnd I behold with my prophetic eyes\nGod's chosen people crossing the Red Sea;\nThe workers of the world, God's chosen people,\nAre crossing the Red Sea of Revolution.\nAnd I behold the Industrial Commonwealth,\nThe Promised Land of plenty and of peace,\nWhere each one, under his own fig-tree seated,\nShall sing his praises to the Lord of Life."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "13", "page_fin": "13", "image_debut": 15, "image_fin": 15, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "THE TOILERS", "titre_sommaire": "THE TOILERS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 486, "texte": "THE TOILERS\nCrouching they cling like vermin to the earth\nAnd with their bleeding fingers scrape the earth\nBut for a little dust, their sustenance,\nA little dust mixed with the sweat of brow,\nThe blood of fingers and the tears of pain.\n'Tis not for them the sun shines gloriously,\nThe flowers bloom, the fruit hangs on the tree,\n'Tis not for them the birds and poets sing,\nOr lovely women smile.\nThey have to crouch and cling and sweat and scrape\nBut for a little dust—their sustenance."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c014", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c014", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "14", "page_fin": "14", "image_debut": 16, "image_fin": 16, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.14", "titre_corps": "PANEROTICISM", "titre_sommaire": "PANEROTICISM", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 261, "texte": "PANEROTICISM\nI love all women's smiling eyes,\nI love all women's tempting lips,\nI love all women's loving hearts,\nI love all women's tender skin,\nI love all women's glowing flesh,\nI love all women's weakness,\nI love all women's strength.\nI love! I love! I love!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c015", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c015", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "15", "page_fin": "15", "image_debut": 17, "image_fin": 17, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.15", "titre_corps": "APHRODITE", "titre_sommaire": "APHRODITE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 437, "texte": "APHRODITE\nI've seen a Venus not of marble carved\nBy some great sculptor's hand in ancient Greece,\nUnearthed in a mutilated state\nBy archaeologists in quest of ruins\nAnd pedestaled in temple of fine art.\nThe Venus I have seen was made of flesh,\nOf ordinary, living, human flesh,\nMore beautiful than statue e'er could be.\nShe stands behind a counter in a store\nFrom morning until night dispensing wares—\nA living Venus at five dollars per."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c016", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c016", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "16", "page_fin": "16", "image_debut": 18, "image_fin": 18, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.16", "titre_corps": "THE TYRANNY OF RHYME", "titre_sommaire": "THE TYRANNY OF RHYME", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 444, "texte": "THE TYRANNY OF RHYME\nInane coquette, depart from me,\nThou siren known as Muse of rhyme,\nThou fain wouldst make thy slave of me,\nTo give thee all my thought, my time,\nAnd all the love that's in my heart,\nI know thee well, depart! depart!\nI love a nobler Muse than thee,\nShe's simple, free, intense, sublime,\nHer rhythm has sweeter melody\nThan e'er could have thy wanton rhyme.\nI gave to Rhythm my soul, my heart,\nO Muse of Rhyme, depart! depart!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c017", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c017", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "17", "page_fin": "17", "image_debut": 19, "image_fin": 19, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.17", "titre_corps": "LINES INSPIRED ON MEETING A LADY", "titre_sommaire": "LINES INSPIRED ON MEETING A LADY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1234, "texte": "LINES INSPIRED ON MEETING A LADY\nTo A. L.\nI look at life as an astronomer\nLooks at the star-filled sky.\nLife seems a sky to me, all human beings\nRotating in their orbits are as stars.\nSome are obscure and some are luminous,\nSome give the light and warmth to solar systems,\nSome shed on lovers' heads soft lunar light.\nSome, like the comets, cosmic vagabonds,\nAre ever tramping the sidereal roads,\nAnd others, myriad-massed in endless stretches,\nCompose the glory of the Milky Way.\nI look at life as an astrologer\nBelieving in the influence of stars,\nTheir influences evil, beneficial.\nPerplexed I ponder o'er the laws mysterious\nThat govern all the movements of the stars.\nAnd I am troubled in my inmost being\nAt the appearance of a new-found star\nAs on the threshold of a mystery.\nThere hove into my sphere a new-found star\nOf primal magnitude, magnificent,\nWhose magnetism most irrestistibly\nAttracts me to itself.\nAm I to be the happy satellite\nOf this fair human sun whose smile or frown\nCould make me be a fertile Earth or Moon,\nA fertile Earth or frozen, barren Moon?\nOh, will it just continue in its course,\nRotating in its orbit and recede,\nRecede, recede, and leave me far behind\nObscure and cold and sad and all alone? . . ."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c018", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c018", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "18", "page_fin": "18", "image_debut": 20, "image_fin": 20, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.18", "titre_corps": "OSCAR WILDE", "titre_sommaire": "OSCAR WILDE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 934, "texte": "OSCAR WILDE\nThe work was done.\nThe spirit-moulders of immortal souls\nWiped from their brows the sweat and washed their\nhands,\nAnd standing by, in full contentment gazed\nUpon their wondrous work.\nA i masterpiece! it was a masterpiece!\nA genius to be born unto the world,\nOne more to swell that galaxy of stars\nThat makes the cosmic bosom swell with pride.\nAnother inextinguishable star\nTo scintillate throughout eternity.\nThe angels stood, heads bowed in reverence\nBefore what was to be the poet Wilde,\nAnd as they stood, these proud progenitors,\nIn blissful contemplation of their child,\nThere fell upon them, as a shadow cast\nBy purple clouds upon a limpid lake,\nA sadness that no human voice could tell.\nForebodings of the suffering of Wilde\nDepressed them so that, kneeling down, they wept.\nThey wept over the dire humiliation\nAwaiting him who is the pride of God,\nAnd over man's stupidity they wept—\nThe colossal stupidity of man."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c019", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c019", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "19", "page_fin": "19", "image_debut": 21, "image_fin": 21, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.19", "titre_corps": "IMPERIALISM", "titre_sommaire": "IMPERIALISM", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.21", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 391, "texte": "IMPERIALISM\nWith one great gesture of my love-mad arms\nWould that I could embrace the entire world,\nThe entire world of love-inspiring women.\nWith one unending pressure of my lips\nI wish that I could kiss the entire world,\nThe entire world of love-inspiring women.\nWith one great spasm of ecstacy supreme\nWould that I could possess the entire world,\nThe entire world of love-inspiring women."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c020", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c020", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "20", "page_fin": "20", "image_debut": 22, "image_fin": 22, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.20", "titre_corps": "THE CHILDREN OF THE POOR", "titre_sommaire": "THE CHILDREN OF THE POOR", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.22", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 272, "texte": "THE CHILDREN OF THE POOR\nThe children of the poor are little plants\nThat grow in sandy soil midst rocks and weeds\nAnd rusty cans of tin, and other junk\nWithin the gloomy shadow of a wall,\nThe gloomy shadow of a mildewed wall;\nPoor little plants! poor children of the poor."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c021", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c021", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "21", "page_fin": "21", "image_debut": 23, "image_fin": 23, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.21", "titre_corps": "THE CALL OF SEX", "titre_sommaire": "THE CALL OF SEX", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.23", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 932, "texte": "THE CALL OF SEX\nKnow you that bottomless and boundless sea,\nEach heaving billow whereof is a woman?\nOh, how my love-parched body craves to plunge\nInto the soothing substance of this sea! . . .\n(\nOh, for the joy of absolute abandon\nTo the caressing furore of this sea;\nThe frantic joy of breaking all restrictions,\nOf daring all the dangers of this sea!\nThe ecstatic and the harrowing sensation\nOf rising, ever rising on a wave,\nA giant wave that rises, ever rises,\nAnd then to be replunged into the deep!\nThe all-absorbing, all-inclusive deep.\nWhat if the mouth doth swallow liquid bitter;\nWhat if the heinous sharks men call disease\nSnap at my flesh, infecting me with poison,\nAnd even what if that mysterious mermaid,\nThat moon-pale Undine claim me as her own\nAnd seal our union with the kiss of death?\nWhat of it? Does not all life end in death?\nGive me the death of Tristan and Isolde:\nI die for life and love,—I fear not death."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c022", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c022", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "22", "page_fin": "22", "image_debut": 24, "image_fin": 24, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.22", "titre_corps": "IMMORTALITY", "titre_sommaire": "IMMORTALITY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.24", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 389, "texte": "IMMORTALITY\nAt dawn of day the stars die one by one.\nThey only seem to die, but do not die.\nThere is no death for humans, or for stars.\nWhat we call life and death is only rhythm.\nIt is all cadence, measure, rest, inflection,\nThe poetry, the music of the spheres.\nThe universe is one stupendous poem\nWhereof the suns and stars are words and letters,\nAnd we frail humans, punctuation marks."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c023", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c023", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "23", "page_fin": "23", "image_debut": 25, "image_fin": 25, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.23", "titre_corps": "TO LIVE OR NOT TO LIVE", "titre_sommaire": "TO LIVE OR NOT TO LIVE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.25", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 683, "texte": "TO LIVE OR NOT TO LIVE\nTo be or not to be is not the question;\nThe question is, to live or not to live.\nAlive or dead or only vegetating,\nOne thing is sure, we cannot help but being.\nTo live! to be alive; to live intensely!\nTo live with every fibre of the frame,\nWith every sinew, every nerve and muscle;\nTo live like this, or not to live at all.\nBut we are cowards, we are fools and misers,\nAfraid to live—afraid to pay the price—\nThe price of youth,—the price of youth is age\nThe price—the price of joy is pain.\nAnd disenchantment is the price of love.\nAnd Life—the price of Life is Death.\nCome, let us live, and let us live intensely.\nLife! Life! more Life! more Life at any cost."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c024", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c024", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "24", "page_fin": "24", "image_debut": 26, "image_fin": 26, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.24", "titre_corps": "MY RICHES", "titre_sommaire": "MY RICHES", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.26", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 413, "texte": "MY RICHES\nBehold in me one richer than a king,\nRicher than Croesus was or Solomon,\nAye, richer even than a Rockefeller.\nAnd lo ! the gilded portals of my palace\nAre thrown wide open, and the spacious vaults,\nStaked full of treasures even to o'erflowing\nRemain unguarded, and I welcome thee\nTo enter and partake of all my riches.\nMy palace is my heart; my wealth, my treasure\nIs love, immeasurable, boundless love."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c025", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c025", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "25", "page_fin": "25", "image_debut": 27, "image_fin": 27, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.25", "titre_corps": "DEPRIVATION", "titre_sommaire": "DEPRIVATION", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.27", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 599, "texte": "DEPRIVATION\nThe world is like a tapestry to me,\nImmense and wonderful, where interwoven\nWith art most consummate by masterhand\nI see a maze of beings and of things.\nI can but see a little at a time,\nMy sight is limited, the view is vast,\nThe picture disconcertingly complex.\nBut often, here and there, a brilliant spot,\nA woman's figure in life's tapestry\nAttracts my gaze and holds me in its spell.\nAnd, like a child that's crying for the moon,\nMy hands would grasp that which delights mine eye,\nTo press it fondly to my happy heart.\nAlas, the world, as tapestry and tomb,\nWill not give up its own."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c026", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c026", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "26", "page_fin": "26", "image_debut": 28, "image_fin": 28, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.26", "titre_corps": "A SPHINX", "titre_sommaire": "A SPHINX", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.28", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 304, "texte": "A SPHINX\nI like to see a woman wearing furs,\nLong-haired and dark and vicious looking furs,\nStrong smelling, soft, exotic looking furs,\nContrasting strongly with her brilliant flesh,\nHer tender, warm and angel-tinted flesh.\nI love the angel and the beast in women.\nThat's why I like a woman wearing furs."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c027", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c027", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "27", "page_fin": "27", "image_debut": 29, "image_fin": 29, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.27", "titre_corps": "EXCUSE ME, MUSE", "titre_sommaire": "EXCUSE ME, MUSE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.29", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 706, "texte": "EXCUSE ME, MUSE\n'Tis not the hour to sing of pink-hued vapors\nSo softly sailing under azure skies;\nNor of the shadow warm and so mysterious\nCast by the lashes of a woman's eyes.\n'Tis not the time for soft euphonious sighing\nAnd holding converse with pale lunar light.\nTis not the hour for musing and for dreaming,\nExcuse me, Muse, I must go out and light.\n) ■\nAnd I will light as long as infants suckle\nIn vain at parched breasts devoid of milk;\nAs long as my poor sisters sell their bodies\nFor bread and rags, while parasites wear silk.\nAs long as slave and master, thief and pauper\nRemain such terms as may to man apply,\nSo long, I say, my lyre shall be a weapon,\nMy song shall be the rebel's battle cry."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c028", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c028", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "28", "page_fin": "28", "image_debut": 30, "image_fin": 30, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.28", "titre_corps": "NOEL", "titre_sommaire": "NOEL", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.30", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1071, "texte": "NOEL\nTormented Galilean who art Lord\nOf those that crucify thee every day\nAnd every hour and minute of the day\nAnd every hour and minute of the night:\nWith pious glee they celebrate the night\nThat witnessed thine appearance upon earth,\nThat night when angels chanted \"peace on earth.\"\nThey chanted \"Peace on earth, good will to men,\"\nAnd thou wert crowned with thorns by hands of men\nAnd thou wert spat upon by mouths of men\nAnd thou hast been betrayed by kiss of men;\nCondemned by men and crucified by men,\nAye, crucified and deified by men.\nAnd every year for many centuries,\nOn Christmas eve for many centuries,\nIn churches and cathedrals Christians sing\nTheir gladness of the coming of the Lord.\nThe organ's thunder glorifies the Lord,\nThe priests and ministers exalt the Lord,\nThe infant Lord the virgin Mary bore;\nOn Christmas eve it was in Bethlehem:\nAnd whilst they fete the babe of Bethlehem,\nTen thousand babes on earth die painful deaths\nAnd millions live to live lives worse than death\nAnd still the massacre of innocents\nGoes on relentlessly. Poor innocents!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c029", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c029", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "29", "page_fin": "29", "image_debut": 31, "image_fin": 31, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.29", "titre_corps": "LINES TO THE WOOLWORTH BUILDING", "titre_sommaire": "LINES TO THE WOOLWORTH BUILDING", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.31", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 595, "texte": "LINES TO THE WOOLWORTH\nBUILDING\nImposing pile of pale and polished stone,\nCathedral-like in thy solemnity,\nThy rectilinear grandeur awes my soul,\nAnd makes me shudder!\nMonstrous sacrilege, O when before\nHas thing so big been made for end so small?\nUnholy Temple of the priests of lucre,\nHow most appropriate thy pallor is,\nSo like in color to the tint of bones—\nThy slender, upright lines so much like bones—\nSo much like children's bones.\nHow like unto the pyramids thou art;\nThe tyrants' tombs, built by a million slaves.\nAnd like the pyramids, ere long\nThou'lt be the relic of an age gone by."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c030", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c030", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "30", "page_fin": "30", "image_debut": 32, "image_fin": 32, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.30", "titre_corps": "THE ARTISTS", "titre_sommaire": "THE ARTISTS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.32", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1234, "texte": "THE ARTISTS\nThey have been born to model and to mould\nThe shapeless clay into expressive form\nEven as gods! to seize the fleeting shades,\nThe subtle hues of things that pass or stay\nAnd make them live and glow intensely.\nThey have been born to tell their wondrous dreams\nIn rhythmic stanzas full of strength and grace,\nTo plunge into the very depths of things,\nTo seek the precious essence that is fit\nFor distillation to symphonic strain.\nRequire them not to leave their sacred sphere,\nTo mix with common vendors in the mart,\nTo traffic their creations and to throw\nThe priceless pearls of genius to the swine\nFor but a bowl of vinegar and gall.\nO bring to them the litle bread and milk\nWhich they must have to live, and if you can\nRejoice to give them honey. Be to them\nWhat ravens were unto a prophet once.\nDoes not the beauty they create or dream\nAtone for all our ugly deeds or thoughts,\nEven as the saints who pray for those that sin\nSustain the equilibrium that must be\nIn order that the world may not be doomed?\nEternal malediction fall on those\nWho mock or crucify these chosen ones\nAnd let them be thrice blessed who help to clear\nLife's rugged road of thorns for those who pass\nAnd passing, leave this world more beautiful."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c031", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c031", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "31", "page_fin": "31", "image_debut": 33, "image_fin": 33, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.31", "titre_corps": "CAIN REFORMED", "titre_sommaire": "CAIN REFORMED", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.33", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 339, "texte": "CAIN REFORMED\nAm Imy brother's keeper? Yes, indeed,\nI keep him, aye, I keep him hard at work.\nI also keep the fruit of all his work\nAnd of his children's work I keep the fruit.\nAnd when he does not keep the laws I make\nThat give me power to keep him hard at work,\nI am his keeper, keeping him in jail.\nAm Imy brother's keeper? Yes, indeed."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c032", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c032", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "32", "page_fin": "32", "image_debut": 34, "image_fin": 34, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.32", "titre_corps": "GOLGOTHA", "titre_sommaire": "GOLGOTHA", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.34", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1132, "texte": "GOLGOTHA\nOn the Golgotha of mine inmost being\nThere stands a crucifix,\nAnd in the deepest recess of my being\nIn perpetuity Good Friday reigns.\nAnd always in the stillness of the night,\nThe endless night within mine inmost being,\nI hear the moaning and the supplications\nOf him that's crucified within my being.\nI see the wounds of side and hands and feet,\nThe wounds that glow like rubies in the night,\nThat cast a lurid glare upon the night,\nThose mystic wounds in number like the senses.\nFour horrid wounds upon the hands and feet,\nOne on the side, thus making five in all,\njust as the senses, making five in all.\nAnd in the endless night within my being\nI hear the moaning and the supplications.\n\"Oh, tear me from my cross,\" entreats the Christ,\n\"For I am Joy, thy God, the son of Life.\nOh, tear me from my cross,\" entreats the Christ.\nThat cursed instrument of agony,\nIs conscience; human conscience is the cross—\nThe cross whereon our Joy is crucified.\nMy Lord, I will redeem thee from thy cross,\nAnd give thee burial in mine aching heart,\nWhence thou shalt rise and henceforth ever reign\nOver the Kingdom of the blessed flesh."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c033", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c033", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "33", "page_fin": "33", "image_debut": 35, "image_fin": 35, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.33", "titre_corps": "IDOLATRY", "titre_sommaire": "IDOLATRY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.35", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 609, "texte": "IDOLATRY\nI stood before a leg in the museum,\nA marble leg, a mutilated leg,\nSupported by a rod of polished bronze.\nThis leg of some hermaphroditic god\nWas carved in Greece, when ancient Greece was\nyoung.\nIn deepest reverence I stood and gazed\nUpon this relic of an absent god.\nAnd as I stood I wondered if perchance\nIdolatry is not this very act,\nThat thus enshrines an ancient piece of stone,\nWhilst living sculptors are compelled to waste\nIn fruitless idleness that precious power\nWhich carves the Victories of Samothrace.\nIdolators, ye worship graven stones\nBut are indifferent to the gods that carve them."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c034", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c034", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "34", "page_fin": "34", "image_debut": 36, "image_fin": 36, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.34", "titre_corps": "TO ARTURO GIOVANNITTI", "titre_sommaire": "TO ARTURO GIOVANNITTI", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.36", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 514, "texte": "TO ARTURO GIOVANNITTI\nArturo Giovannitti, fellow worker\nIn song and in revolt, sing on! sing on!\nThe battling warriors in the war of classes\nHave need of your inspired, inspiring voice,\nYou are the rebel, leader, poet, prophet,\nYou have already worn the martyr's crown.\nIf there be in me just one spark of envy,\nIt is that I was not like you in gaol.\nI envied you that most supreme distinction\nOf living in the shadow of the cross\nWith all the sacred shades of martyred rebels,\nA fellow worker of departed Christs."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c035", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c035", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "35", "page_fin": "35", "image_debut": 37, "image_fin": 37, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.35", "titre_corps": "NIGHTMARE", "titre_sommaire": "NIGHTMARE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.37", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 533, "texte": "NIGHTMARE\nI had a dream, I had a horrid dream.\nI dreamt that Byron travels for a house\nThat handles wines from Portugal and Spain,\nThat Shelley is a cashier of a bank,\nThat Keats is valet to a wealthy Jew,\nThat Oscar Wilde lays bricks, that Edgar Poe\nIs selling silks and satins on the road,\nAnd that Walt Whitman, he of noble height,\nIs manager of a department store.\nAnd I would have dreamed on, had not disgust,\nA flood of dire disgust, awakened me,\nAnd I myself was forced to rush downtown\nTo live the life I shudder at in dream."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c036", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c036", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "36", "page_fin": "36", "image_debut": 38, "image_fin": 38, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.36", "titre_corps": "LINES WRITTEN ON SEEING HENRI'S PAINTING OF THE LADY IN BLACK VELVET", "titre_sommaire": "LINES WRITTEN ON SEEING HENRI'S PAINTING OF THE LADY IN BLACK VELVET", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.38", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 776, "texte": "LINES WRITTEN ON SEEING HENRI'S\nPAINTING OF\nTHE LADY IN BLACK VELVET\nThe Lady in black velvet is the night,\nThe deep, uncanny, weird, mysterious night,\nThe witching, troubling, awe-inspiring night,\nSerene and silent, sweet and subtle night,\nTempestuous, tragic, black and feverish night.\nThe Lady in black velvet is the night,\nHer robe of black as black as blackest night,\nEnfolds a world—a world of sleepless night,\nA world of sighs, of cravings and of crimes,\nOf maddening joys, of languors that consume,\nOf pains unbearable, of livid fears,\nOf nightmares and of dreams.\nThen there's the sombre gray of shifting clouds\nWhose masses rent asunder now reveal\nThe radiant luminary of the night,\nHer silv'ry, radiant face is Queen of night.\nThe Lady in black velvet is the night."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c037", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c037", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "37", "page_fin": "37", "image_debut": 39, "image_fin": 39, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.37", "titre_corps": "THE BABE", "titre_sommaire": "THE BABE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.39", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 388, "texte": "THE BABE\nFruit of a moment of supremest bliss,\nA passionate embrace, a long drawn kiss,\nSoft, pink and warm and chubby little thing,\nMost helpless being, despotic as a king.\nThird cousin to the gold-fish, the kitten and the chick,\nAs free from care as they are, as shame-free and as\nquick\nTo feel that life means living and living must be joy,\nThat nothing is of value unless it be a toy."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c038", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c038", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "38", "page_fin": "39", "image_debut": 40, "image_fin": 41, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; 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[n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.39", "titre_corps": "THE TEMPLE", "titre_sommaire": "THE TEMPLE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.42", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 466, "texte": "THE TEMPLE\nRound, full and fertile is her abdomen,\nEven as Mother Earth.\nO! tree of life bearing the fruit of love,\nO! precious shell a precious pearl enclosing,\nO! wondrous instrument whereon love plays\nA fiery rhapsody,\nThe echo whereof is a human life.\nO! blessed mother of the child of man.\nYe fools, detach your gaze from godless heavens,\nGod is right here if you would worship God,\nThe mystery of life and love is God,\nAnd every pregnant woman is God's temple."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c040", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c040", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "41", "page_fin": "41", "image_debut": 43, "image_fin": 43, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.40", "titre_corps": "SHELLEY", "titre_sommaire": "SHELLEY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.43", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 517, "texte": "SHELLEY\nLucifer! dripping with celestial splendour,\nAll aglow with cosmic rebellion,\nThundering forth pious blasphemies,\nChanting sacrilegious hymns,\nThy voice is like unto the trumpet sounds\nOf the Archangels of the Apocalypse\nCalling the dead to life.\nMeteor fallen from the bosom of infinitude\nInto the common clay,\nStrange visitant from another orb,\nPermeated with the music of the spheres,\nReplete and radiant with rarest gems,\nPerplexing, exciting, soothing, betwitching.\nLucifer! Prometheus! Dionysos! Shelley!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c041", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c041", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "42", "page_fin": "42", "image_debut": 44, "image_fin": 44, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.41", "titre_corps": "THE SCULPTOR AND THE CLAY", "titre_sommaire": "THE SCULPTOR AND THE CLAY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 44, "page_imprimee": "42", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.44", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 660, "texte": "THE SCULPTOR AND THE CLAY\nThe sculptor, man, in woman mostly sees\nThe clay of which to model gods of love.\nSome, cunning little cupids only are,\nThe little rascal gods of light flirtation,\nWho like the fire-flies on a summer night\nAre luminous a moment—and that's all.\nWhile others are the serious gods of love,\nMajestic and intense as life itself,\nMysterious and perplexing as the Sphinx,\nRelentless as the furies or as death,\nAs maddening as poison of the snake,\nAs soothing as is balm upon a wound,\nAnd sweet as that which passeth understanding.\nAs sweet as that and sometimes just as bitter.\nSuch are the statues man, the sculptor, moulds\nOf woman—clay.\nd>"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c042", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c042", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "43", "page_fin": "43", "image_debut": 45, "image_fin": 45, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.42", "titre_corps": "CONTEMPT", "titre_sommaire": "CONTEMPT", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.45", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 557, "texte": "CONTEMPT\nI spit upon the laws that thieves have made\nTo give the crooked strength to rob the weak.\nI spit upon a country full of wealth\nWhere millions live in squalor and in want.\nI spit upon a flag that waves above\nA nation made of masters and of slaves.\nI spit upon religions that defend\nA hell on earth, and preach a life to come.\nI spit upon all morals that contend\nThat joy of life is not life's highest end.\nI spit upon the education that\nMakes pygmies out of what might have been men.\nUpon this whole damned system do I spit,\nAnd while I spit—l weep."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c043", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c043", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "44", "page_fin": "44", "image_debut": 46, "image_fin": 46, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.43", "titre_corps": "WILLIAM MORRIS", "titre_sommaire": "WILLIAM MORRIS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 46, "page_imprimee": "44", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.46", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 478, "texte": "WILLIAM MORRIS\nDreamer o£ dreams—dreamer of golden dreams,\nExplorer of the rainbow-lands of yore,\nColumbus of Arcadian Continents,\nPoetic founder of Utopian states.\nDreamer of dreams? Dreamer of only dreams?\nA master worker with the mind and hand\nWho made the beautiful and useful wed,\nAn alchemist who turned all work to art.\nDreamer of dreams? Maker of wondrous things?\nA knight in mortal combat for a cause,\nA sower of emancipation's seed,\nA master builder of a better world."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c044", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c044", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "45", "page_fin": "45", "image_debut": 47, "image_fin": 47, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.44", "titre_corps": "DON JUAN'S SONG", "titre_sommaire": "DON JUAN'S SONG", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 47, "page_imprimee": "45", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.47", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 468, "texte": "DON JUAN'S SONG\nFrom maids yet in their spring-time teens\nTo full blown thirty summer queens,\nI love them all!\nFrom golden blondes and deep brunettes\nTo Titian-locked one ne'er forgets—\nI love them all!\nFrom fairies frail or plump or slender\nTo women built with queenly splendor,\nI love them all!\nFrom damsels pale and melancholy\nTo matrons gay and widows jolly,\nI love them all!\nFrom maidens unsophisticated\nTo syrens well initiated,\nI love them all! I love them all!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c045", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c045", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "46", "page_fin": "46", "image_debut": 48, "image_fin": 48, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.45", "titre_corps": "EASTER ON FIFTH AVENUE", "titre_sommaire": "EASTER ON FIFTH AVENUE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 48, "page_imprimee": "46", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.48", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 967, "texte": "EASTER ON FIFTH AVENUE\nCapital best qualifies the weather\nThat Easter Sunday donned for the occasion\nAnd the parade was also capital,\nIt was indeed a capital parade.\nThe gorgeous gowns, the stunning Easter hats\nWere capital and those hand-made complexions\nDown to the escorts groomed with perfect style\nDown to the sermons that the preachers preached\nIn fashionable churches were most capital.\nIndeed the sight I saw that Easter morn\nAlong Fifth Avenue was capital,\nUpon the sidewalks silently and slow\nThe grand cortege of capital marched on.\nAnd whilst I was enjoying this grand sight\nThere rose before my mind another sight:\nI saw the street between the sidewalks filled\nIn compact mass with wan and worn spectators\nWho were in silence viewing the parade,\nIt was a mob of children, men and women\nWhose pallid faces and whose piteous rags\nGave to the spectacle a capital contrast,\n'Twas Easter, Easter, lo! The Christ has risen!\nUpon the whole the show was capital."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c046", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c046", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "47", "page_fin": "47", "image_debut": 49, "image_fin": 49, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.46", "titre_corps": "CONTEMPLATION", "titre_sommaire": "CONTEMPLATION", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 49, "page_imprimee": "47", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.49", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 655, "texte": "CONTEMPLATION\nI went into a house of many lofts,\nAnd in each loft I saw a thousand men,\nAnd women, too, and children, too, I saw.\nAnd all around arose a deaf'ning roar—\nThe roaring of machines o'er which were bent\nThe toilers toiling at their tiresome task.\nAnd as I stood and gazed upon this scene\nI wondered why it was—l wondered why....\nI went into a house of gilded halls,\nAnd in each hall there shone a thousand lights,\nAnd many men and women also shone.\nDelightful music mingled with perfume.\nAround luxurious tables, diners sat\nEnjoying luscious viands, mellow wines.\nAnd as I stood and gazed upon this scene,\nI thought of toilers and I understood."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c047", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c047", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "48", "page_fin": "48", "image_debut": 50, "image_fin": 50, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.47", "titre_corps": "CONFIDENCES", "titre_sommaire": "CONFIDENCES", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 50, "page_imprimee": "48", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.50", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1311, "texte": "CONFIDENCES\nI have to go to work to win my bread,\nWhen oft upon my way the Muse of song,\nEspying me from far approaches me\nAnd takes me by the hand as tenderly\nAs would a sister take her little brother.\nShe whispers words as sparkling as champagne,\nAs warm as blood, as pure as morning dew,\nAnd so enchants me that I cannot help\nBut yield unto the tempting muse of song.\nShe takes me from the world's drear, dusty road\nAnd leads me into that mysterious park\nWhere lies the limpid lake of inspiration.\nThe flowers of life and death grow in this park—\nOf love and hate, the flowers of joy and pain,\nOf smiles and sighs, of laughter and of tears,\nThe blooms of hope and those of disillusion.\nAll, all these flowers grow in this wondrous park.\nI drink some water from the Muse's palm,\nThe water of the lake of inspiration.\nAnd then in silence do I wend my way\nThrough rows of silent and mysterious flowers,\nInhaling all the odors of the flowers,\nThe sweet and bitter odors of the flowers.\nAnd like the bee, I also make some honey,\nAlas! my honey is not always sweet.\nPerhaps because the flowers of life are bitter.\nThen I am harshly driven from this Eden\nBy the compulsion of a god I hate,\nAnd I must go to work to win my bread.\nThe honey of the poet has no market.\nTempt me no more, dear Muse, or else I'll starve."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c048", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c048", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "49", "page_fin": "49", "image_debut": 51, "image_fin": 51, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.48", "titre_corps": "IN THE LIBRARY", "titre_sommaire": "IN THE LIBRARY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 51, "page_imprimee": "49", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.51", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 605, "texte": "IN THE LIBRARY\nAs she sat facing me the other day\nReading a book, while I was writing verses,\nOr rather trying to, for I could not\nDetach my gaze from her bewitching visage,\nNor could my mind in rhythmic furrows flow,\nPursuing thoughts to her all unrelated,\nWhen like the heaving billows that are yielding\nTo the attracting powers of the moon,\nMy every thought by her has been attracted.\nI thus bethought me: \"Wherefore write I poems,\nWhen here, before me, breathes a living poem,\nCompared to whom, all poems are as dust\nBesides a sweetly smelling, blooming flower.\"\nSo I lay down my pen and gazed at her."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c049", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c049", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "50", "page_fin": "50", "image_debut": 52, "image_fin": 52, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.49", "titre_corps": "BYRON", "titre_sommaire": "BYRON", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 52, "page_imprimee": "50", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.52", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 759, "texte": "BYRON\nThe thought of Byron wakens in my mind\nThe vision of a solitary tree\nTitanic and contorted on a cliff\nThat overhangs a wild abysmal sea.\nIts mighty root, a maze of tentacles,\nHas put a lasting clutch-hold on the rock,\nMuch like the miser's fingers on his gold.\nWithin its arteries the sap of life,\nThe procreative juice in torrents flows,\nAnd gushes forth luxurious vegetation.\nThe foliage-covered head is always raised\nIn bold defiance of the elements.\nUndaunted by the tempest's fiendish rage,\nCalm under the concerted stare of stars,\nThe fickle lover of a fickle moon.\nOn balmy days or peaceful summer eves\nThe rendezvous of master-singer birds.\nPerennial, rich, melodious and sad,\nPassionate and desolate and wild\nAnd beautiful and always beautiful."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c050", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c050", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "51", "page_fin": "51", "image_debut": 53, "image_fin": 53, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.50", "titre_corps": "CHIAROSCURO", "titre_sommaire": "CHIAROSCURO", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 53, "page_imprimee": "51", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.53", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 623, "texte": "CHIAROSCURO\nI met a plum-hued Venus late one night,\nLive specimen of pure Egyptian art.\nThe regal amplitude of tropic zones,\nTheir rich luxuriance breathed on her face\nAnd radiated from her clothed form.\nHer eyes shone with that lustful brilliancy\nOf eyes of jungle prowlers who at night\nA-snifHing and a-growling hunt for mates.\nHer mellow, soft and sing-song voice was whisp'ring\nEnticing promises of untold joys\nTo taste of in this paradise of jet.\nAlas! the curse of value, price and profit\nIndelibly was branded on her brow,\nThe brow that ages past was of a savage.\nOh! Thou hast conquered glorious Christian progress."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c051", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c051", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "52", "page_fin": "52", "image_debut": 54, "image_fin": 54, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.51", "titre_corps": "DESPONDENCY", "titre_sommaire": "DESPONDENCY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 54, "page_imprimee": "52", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.54", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 449, "texte": "DESPONDENCY\nI sadly watch the hours go by,\nThe hours, the days, the months, the years,\nAnd what's called life shall soon go by,\nAnd helpless and with fruitless rage\nI watch the hours of life go by.\nAnd I must curse when I would bless,\nAnd I who am all love, must hate,\nAnd I who have been born to sing\nMust spend myself in moans and tears.\nAnd must I perish on this rock\nA cruel God has bound me to?\nWill not some Hercules ere come\nAnd make me free?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c052", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c052", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "53", "page_fin": "53", "image_debut": 55, "image_fin": 55, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.52", "titre_corps": "IN MEMORIAM", "titre_sommaire": "IN MEMORIAM", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 55, "page_imprimee": "53", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.55", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 431, "texte": "IN MEMORIAM\nWithin the mansion of my memory\nThere is a sumptuous chapel, where at times\nI kneel in deep devotion at the shrines\nOf all the blessed women I have loved.\nI burn for them the incense of my thoughts;\nBefore their sacred images I lay\nThe flowers of my purest sentiments,\nAnd on their altars piously I light\nThe pallid candles of my vain regrets.\n1 oft hold retrospective rendezvous\nWithin the chapel of the loves of yore."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c053", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c053", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "54", "page_fin": "54", "image_debut": 56, "image_fin": 56, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.53", "titre_corps": "SPRING SONG", "titre_sommaire": "SPRING SONG", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 56, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.56", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 402, "texte": "SPRING SONG\nI too shall sing thy glory, Spring,\nOh, season in thyself a song;\nIn every tongue thy name doth ring\nWith music we remember long.\nFruehling! Primavera! Spring!\nThy name to whisper is to sing.\nWhy should I seek sweet melody\nAnd softly sounding words to say\nAll that the springtime means to me?\nWhy should I make an effort, pray,\nWhen Fruehling! primavera! spring!\nTo whisper only is to sing."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c054", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c054", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "55", "page_fin": "55", "image_debut": 57, "image_fin": 57, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.54", "titre_corps": "TO A FRIEND", "titre_sommaire": "TO A FRIEND", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 57, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.57", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 509, "texte": "TO A FRIEND\nYou sigh because you are not loved.\nYou only think you are not loved.\nI also sighed as you now sigh,\nBecause I thought I was not loved.\nBut I was loved—how I was loved!\nShe lay awake at night and dreamed\nOf me, who thought I was not loved.\nSome loves like blooms that blush unseen,\nRemain unknown and unconfessed,\nAnd we oftimes are best beloved\nWhen loved with love in silence shrined.\nSo be not sad, dear friend, nor sigh,\nBut feel assured there is a heart\nIn this wide world that beats for you."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c055", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c055", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "56", "page_fin": "56", "image_debut": 58, "image_fin": 58, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.55", "titre_corps": "I SAW THREE NUNS", "titre_sommaire": "I SAW THREE NUNS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 58, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.58", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 379, "texte": "I SAW THREE NUNS\nI saw three nuns go by the other day:\nThree upright coffins slowly gliding by.\nFunereal, black and chilling to behold,\nThe ghastly shadows of a defunct past.\nThe worms of ignorance and superstition\nGive to these dead, the semblances of life.\nThe past has not yet buried all its dead.\nI saw three nuns go by the other day:\nThree upright coffins slowly gliding by."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c056", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c056", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "57", "page_fin": "57", "image_debut": 59, "image_fin": 59, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.56", "titre_corps": "A WOMAN LOVES ME", "titre_sommaire": "A WOMAN LOVES ME", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 59, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.59", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 425, "texte": "A WOMAN LOVES ME\nA woman loves me!\n'Tis not of her I sing whose womb has been\nThe primal cradle of my tender self;\nI mean not mother-love.\nA woman loves me!\n'Tis not of her I sing who also sprang\nFrom that same source whence also I have sprung;\nI mean not sister-love.\nA woman loves me!\nI sing of her who \"from the mobs of life\"\nHas chosen me as him to whom alone\nShe will unlock her body and her soul\nTo welcome all my love."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c057", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c057", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "58", "page_fin": "58", "image_debut": 60, "image_fin": 60, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.57", "titre_corps": "ELIZABETH GURLEY FLYNN (The Workers' Jeanne d'Arc)", "titre_sommaire": "ELIZABETH GURLEY FLYNN (The Workers' Jeanne d'Arc)", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 60, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.60", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1057, "texte": "ELIZABETH GURLEY FLYNN\n(The Workers' Jeanne d'Arc)\nShe too a vision had and voices heard:\nShe heard the groans of slaving, starving workers:\nShe had a vision of their liberation.\nShe also mounted steed and armor donned.\nThe soap-box or the platform is her steed.\nHer coat of mail defiance of the powers.\nShe too to victory an army leads.\nHer army is the risen proletariat,\nIn arms against their pitiless exploiters.\nShe too is hated by the church and state.\nThey'd burn her at the stake if they but dared,\nCondemned for witchcraft or some other crime.\nShe too shall live an ever-shining glory,\nIn human history, in human hearts—\nAn even brighter glory than Jeanne d'Arc.\nThe Maid of Orleans routed but the English,\nAnd to a worthless king restored a throne,\nTo sway a sceptre o'er a land of serfs.\nLead by Elizabeth we'll rout the masters\nAnd to the workers of the world restore\nThe earth itself and all its joys and riches.\nLet all men rally round her blood-red banner\nWhich bears the motto of the revolution:\n\"Death to all masters! Freedom to all slaves!\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c058", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c058", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "59", "page_fin": "59", "image_debut": 61, "image_fin": 61, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.58", "titre_corps": "JEALOUSY", "titre_sommaire": "JEALOUSY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 61, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.61", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 408, "texte": "JEALOUSY\nAs you peruse those heavy, dusty volumes\nWith tense attention hour after hour,\nWhilst totally indifferent to me,—\nTo me, who sees in you the book of books,\nTo whom the very cover of this book,\nYour outward aspect, is more interesting\nThan the contents of all books ever printed.\nIs it a wonder I would like to build\nA mammoth pile of all the books there are\nAnd let the raging fire consume them all?"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c059", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c059", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "60", "page_fin": "60", "image_debut": 62, "image_fin": 62, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.59", "titre_corps": "MISERS", "titre_sommaire": "MISERS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 62, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.62", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 631, "texte": "MISERS\nI know of misers meaner than are those\nWho lay awake at night to guard their treasure,\nWhich is in their possession only dust,\nA sordid, useless heap of gilded dust\nThat might have given peace and bread to many.\nThe misers whom I mean are fair to see,\nDelightful to converse with and to kiss;\nThey fascinate us with their wondrous eyes\nAs serpents fascinate the little birds.\nThey draw us closer to them, ever closer,\nThen suddenly like serpents they coil up\nAnd put beyond our grasp their queenly treasures,\nAlas! in their possession to remain,\nBut useless, vain and perishable things\nThat might have given ecstasy to many."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c060", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c060", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "61", "page_fin": "61", "image_debut": 63, "image_fin": 63, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.60", "titre_corps": "SWINBURNE", "titre_sommaire": "SWINBURNE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 63, "page_imprimee": "61", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.63", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 276, "texte": "SWINBURNE\nAlgernon Swinburne, is there not in thee\nSomething akin to bells that ring at sea?\nIn their sound so clear\nThere is little cheer,\nWhen their knell I hear\nI recoil with fear.\nThough thy voice be clear as the day's light,\nIt is pregnant with mystery, death, and night."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c061", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c061", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "62", "page_fin": "62", "image_debut": 64, "image_fin": 64, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.61", "titre_corps": "OUR LADY OF INFINITE MERCY", "titre_sommaire": "OUR LADY OF INFINITE MERCY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 64, "page_imprimee": "62", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.64", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1233, "texte": "OUR LADY OF INFINITE MERCY\nI often think of a mysterious woman—\nThere must be somewhere a mysterious woman,\nMysterious and most marvelous of beauty,\nMost beautiful,—miraculously kind,\nIndeed a kindness passing understanding,\nSo great a kindness that it seemeth madness.\nIt seemeth madness, for she sallies forth\nAt dead of night into the dismal streets,\nInto the dismal and deserted streets,\nMonotously criss-crossing the city,\nThe monstrous, lightless, heartless, sleeping city,\nWhere prowling as the vermin shunning light,\nOr derelicts adrift on dreary seas,\nShe seeks the disinherited of joy\nShe seeks the stunted, the disfigured children,\nThe starved, diseased and the discouraged children\nOf stepmother society, seeks them out,\nWhom everybody shuns and no one loves.\nShe seeks them out and gives herself to them,\nThis queenly woman, marvelous of beauty,\nEntirely gives herself to those of whom\nThe thought alone makes shudder with disgust.\nShe gives herself even as the twilight enters\nA fetid, vermin-ridden, mildewed dungeon,\nA whiff of heaven in a life of hell.\nOh, have you, have you ever seen that woman,\nThat beautiful, that kind, mysterious woman?\nShe is our Lady of Infinite Mercy.\nBlessed be our Lady of Infinite Mercy!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c062", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c062", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "63", "page_fin": "63", "image_debut": 65, "image_fin": 65, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.62", "titre_corps": "A PAGAN'S PRAYER", "titre_sommaire": "A PAGAN'S PRAYER", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 65, "page_imprimee": "63", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.65", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 873, "texte": "A PAGAN'S PRAYER\nI sought the shrine of Eros and I prayed:—\nO God omnipotent, O God supreme,\nO God of love who art the God of Gods,\nBehold thy worshipper upon his knees\nProstrated in the dust.\nLet not my supplications rise in vain\nFrom depths iniquitous to heights sublime.\n0 grant me my request, good God of love.\nUnlock for me thy secret treasure house\nAnd make me master of the arts of love.\nMy heart conceives great symphonies of love\nThat my poor body cannot execute.\n1 am a Beethoven, I am a Wagner,\nMy orchestration needs a thousand pieces,\nBut am restricted to a shepherd's reed.\nReveal to me the secrets of the ancients,\nInstruct me in the art of love long lost;\nThat love of time when Gods and humans mingled.\nIn love I am a God, in love expression\nI am alas! a frail, a weakling human.\nO Eros! Eros! Eros! God of love,\nGive me the power to love as Gods can love."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c063", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c063", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "64", "page_fin": "64", "image_debut": 66, "image_fin": 66, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.63", "titre_corps": "NIETZSCHE", "titre_sommaire": "NIETZSCHE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 66, "page_imprimee": "64", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.66", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 524, "texte": "NIETZSCHE\nA sombre silhouette\nAgainst a sun-rise sky\nIn solemn solitude,\nThe wanderer goes by.\nThe shadow that he casts\nUpon the plains below\nStrikes terror to the hearts\nOf those that do not know.\nO messenger sublime\nWho hailest from that land\nWhere joy and beauty reign;\nIf they could understand! . . .\nIf they could understand\nThe message that you bring,\nThey'd strew your path with palms;\nHosannahs would they sing.\nStrength superceding faith,\nJoy superceding fear:\nThe Super-Christ has come;\nThe Superman is near. . . ."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c064", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c064", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "65", "page_fin": "65", "image_debut": 67, "image_fin": 67, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.64", "titre_corps": "TO A NEGRO BELLE", "titre_sommaire": "TO A NEGRO BELLE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 67, "page_imprimee": "65", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.67", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 800, "texte": "TO A NEGRO BELLE\nYou make me dream of distant tropic climes,\nLuxurious vegetation; nights serene\nBy burning passion made tempestuous,\nThe witching scent of rare exotic flowers\nThat sooth and render sweetly languorous,\nOf music soft and weird, whose savage rhythm\nCompels each fibre of the frame to dance.\nI see you as the princess of an isle\nWhose jungles are replete with beasts of prey,\nAnd whose vast forests ever are alive\nWith cries and frolickings of birds and apes;\nWhose villages of bamboo huts are full\nOf dusky-hued and happy naked people.\ni\nYour simple hearted subjects pay you homage;\nProstrated in the dust, they weirdly chant\nThy praises, even as in my own way,\nI sing your praises, sweet, exotic princess.\nOh, let me enter your enchanted realm,\nAnd make of me your happy, humble slave."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c065", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c065", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "66", "page_fin": "66", "image_debut": 68, "image_fin": 68, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.65", "titre_corps": "WALT WHITMAN", "titre_sommaire": "WALT WHITMAN", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 68, "page_imprimee": "66", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.68", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 611, "texte": "WALT WHITMAN\nMountain-like he towers, a Matterhorn\nMidst many minor peaks;\nAnd like a mountain, mighty, vast and wild;\nA finger pointing into boundless space,\nA head raised high above the shifting clouds,\nA heart that beats in unison with all,\nAn eye that first beholds the rising sun\nAnd is the last to see her parting glory,\nA clarion-call to freedom,\nA gesture of revolt,\nA world-encircling brotherhood embrace,\nAn exaltation of the lowly,\nA vindication of the truth,\nA glorification of the human body,\nA declaration of the right of all\nTo live, to love, to dare and to do,\nA hymn to life, a rhapsody of joy!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c066", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c066", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "67", "page_fin": "67", "image_debut": 69, "image_fin": 69, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.66", "titre_corps": "LIFE-LUST", "titre_sommaire": "LIFE-LUST", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 69, "page_imprimee": "67", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.69", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 505, "texte": "LIFE-LUST\nMy mouth—the mouth of my whole being waters\nFor all the fruit upon the lap of Life;\nThe luscious fruit of Life, (delicious fruit,\nAll running over with the juice of joy.)\nLife seems a banquet and my gourmand senses\nWould gorge themselves with all good things thereof.\nMy taste, my touch, my smell, my sight, my hearing\nWould drink the seasoned vintages of Life,\nAnd relish all Life's rarest fruits and viands.\nContent to go whene'er the feast is over\nContent, the feast was not prepared in vain."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c067", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c067", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "68", "page_fin": "68", "image_debut": 70, "image_fin": 70, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.67", "titre_corps": "ON A TALK OF SPINOZA", "titre_sommaire": "ON A TALK OF SPINOZA", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 70, "page_imprimee": "68", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.70", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 586, "texte": "ON A TALK OF SPINOZA\nDurant spoke of Spinoza yesterday\nAnd I sat list'ning, feeling, meditating.\nAnd now and ever afterwards will feel\nAnd live and think more deeply than before,\nFor having heard Durant speak of Spinoza.\nSpinoza! what a mighty, mighty name!\nAll Alexanders, Caesars and Napoleons—\nMere specks of dust upon a polished lense,\nCompared to that poor polisher of lenses.\nHe polished lenses for myopic eyes,\nThe world's myopic eyes hath need of them—\nAnd long will need them,—poor myopic world.\nMy own sight seems improved since I have heard\nDurant speak of Spinoza yesterday."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c068", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c068", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "69", "page_fin": "69", "image_debut": 71, "image_fin": 71, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.68", "titre_corps": "THE REVOLT OF THE RAGGED", "titre_sommaire": "THE REVOLT OF THE RAGGED", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 71, "page_imprimee": "69", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.71", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 912, "texte": "THE REVOLT OF THE RAGGED\nWe who have but rags to wear,\nLet us go out on strike\nAnd face the robber-master class\nIn all our naked might.\nDo they not hold that man is made\nIn the image of his God?\nSo we refuse to desecrate\nThe image of their God.\nNo longer will we soil our limbs,\nThese beautiful, these wondrous limbs\nWith filthy, fetid rags.\nWhere is the beast so wild,\nThe reptile or the worm so base in kind,\nWould not disdain the rags \"creation's kings\"\nDisgrace their bodies with?\nOh be not shocked at our forced nakedness,\nYe masters who refuse to clothe your slaves.\nDo you not steal the wool that we have shorn,\nThe cloth we weave, the garments that we made?\nYou stole our clothes, behold us naked now.\nLet us arise and from our bodies tear\nThe fetid uniform that brands us slaves.\nIn countless masses let us rally forth\nAnd through each pore of our free body shout\nOur right to life, to liberty, and joy."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c069", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c069", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "70", "page_fin": "70", "image_debut": 72, "image_fin": 72, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.69", "titre_corps": "I'VE SEEN A PRINCESS", "titre_sommaire": "I'VE SEEN A PRINCESS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 72, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.72", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 756, "texte": "I'VE SEEN A PRINCESS\nI've read of princesses in fairy tales\nAnd I have sometimes dreamed of princesses\nBut not until to-day have I beheld,\nBeheld or ever spoken to a princess.\nYes, I have seen and spoken to a princess\nIn body and in mind; in thought and gesture,\nIndeed, in every way a perfect princess.\nSince I am not some mighty potentate\nIn whom it would not seem as sheer presumption\nTo lay his heart and domains at her feet,\nWould I at least could be a humble page\nForever in attendance on his princess,\nTo serve her and to worship her in silence,\nAnd be allowed as wages for his hire\nTo breathe within the shadow of her charms.\nBut though my princess be reality,\nMy hopes, my aspirations, my desires,\nAlas, are dreams, mere dreams, alas, mere dreams."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c070", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c070", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "71", "page_fin": "71", "image_debut": 73, "image_fin": 73, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.70", "titre_corps": "THE GREAT DISCARD", "titre_sommaire": "THE GREAT DISCARD", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 73, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.73", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 570, "texte": "THE GREAT DISCARD\nI see a mighty junk-heap rising high,\nOld bibles, crosses, crescents, six-point stars\nAnd other symbols, idol's fetiches—\nThe bloody tools of greed and superstition,\nThat have tormented man for centuries,\nDisfiguring his body and his mind.\nI see the flags of all the various nations,\nIn whose defense men slaughtered one another\nUpon this junk-heap also ; and the books\nWherein the laws are writ, that give to man\nThe power over man;\nAnd all the institutions that have helped\nTo make of man an abject slave or tyrant,\nThese, too, are on this junk-heap."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c071", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c071", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "72", "page_fin": "72", "image_debut": 74, "image_fin": 74, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.71", "titre_corps": "THE SCULPTOR'S RHAPSODY", "titre_sommaire": "THE SCULPTOR'S RHAPSODY", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 74, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.74", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 415, "texte": "THE SCULPTOR'S RHAPSODY\nI am a God!\nI am drunk with the joy of creating.\nAt my touch form comes out of chaos.\nWith a handful of clay I build monuments,\nVaster than the pyramids,\nMore mysterious than the Sphinx,\nAs startling as the Colossus of Rhodes.\nMy statues are austere as ancient cathedrals,\nTheir silhouette effaces the sky,\nTheir shadows engulf entire cities.\nI am a God!\nI am drunk with the joy of creating."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c072", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c072", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "73", "page_fin": "73", "image_debut": 75, "image_fin": 75, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.72", "titre_corps": "ATAVISM", "titre_sommaire": "ATAVISM", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 75, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.75", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 503, "texte": "ATAVISM\nO, have you ever heard the gutter's call?\nE'er felt the strange attraction of the sewer?\nOr ceded to the urge from underneath,\nTo wallow in the mire, to plunge, to sink\nInto the frightful abyss of perdition?\nWere you e'er tempted from some siren's lips,\nTo cull the bliss, you know, is venomous?\nOr did you feel the satanic desire,\nTo soil and mutilate the sacred image\nOf that ideal you worshiped all your life?\nIt is the atavistic voice that's waking,\nThe dormant beast in you. Beware! Beware!"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c073", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c073", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "74", "page_fin": "84", "image_debut": 76, "image_fin": 86, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.73", "titre_corps": "TO ONE WHO COULD NOT LOVE", "titre_sommaire": "TO ONE WHO COULD NOT LOVE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 76, "page_imprimee": "74", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.76", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 540, "texte": "TO ONE WHO COULD NOT LOVE\nI\nYou told me that you love the water,\nThe cascades' roaring, rushing water,\nThe rivers' gently flowing water,\nThe pools' mysterious silent water,\nThe erring brooklets' whisp'ring water,\nThe oceans' moaning, hissing water,\nThe oceans' seething, sighing water,\nIt's thundering, carressing water.\nMy love for you is also as the water,\nThe roaring, rushing, silent, whisp'ring water.\nThe thundering, the seething, sighing water.\nOh, love me, for my love is like the water,\nDid you not tell me that you love the water?"}, {"page_pdf": 77, "page_imprimee": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.77", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 226, "texte": "II\nI've been a profligate till now,\nHave squandered of the treasures of my heart\nIn reckless fashion.\nHenceforth my beloved,\nEach precious scrap of love,\nEach feeling, thought or passion,\nIs yours alone.\nMy very life is yours."}, {"page_pdf": 78, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.78", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 368, "texte": "III\nYou sometime make me dream of fair Granada,\nOf olden days of Moorish reign and glory;\nAt other times you make me feel the gloom\nOf Christian Spain, sepulchral and morose.\nYou are as the Alhambra when you smile,\nGold-tinted, graceful, radiating joy.\nBut when you frown or are indifferent,\nThen like to the Escurial you are,\nDepressing, full of sombreness and chill."}, {"page_pdf": 79, "page_imprimee": "77", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.79", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1295, "texte": "IV\nI strolled through lonely by-paths in the park,\nIt was the hour, it was the mystic hour,\nWhen 'tis no longer day, nor yet is night.\nWhen o'er all nature hangs a solemn hush,\nAnd everything is peaceful and serene.\nAnd thus I strolled along and thought of her—\nAnd then I sat upon a rustic bench\nAnd thought of her,—and only thought of her.\nAnd o'ver all nature hung a solemn hush;\nAnd I was sad, and it was growing dark.\nAnd as I sat there on the rustic bench\nClose by to me I heard two voices speak.\nThey spoke Italian. Softly did they speak,\nAnd there was sadness in their voices too.\nOne spoke of Beatrice as angel might\nHave spoken of the queen of all the heavens;\nThe other spoke of Laura as a bard\nWould speak of her who might have been the queen,—\nThe queen of every kingdom of the earth.\nI turned my head and seated by my side\nI saw the sad, illustrious Tuscan bards,\nThe requiem of whose unrequited love\nReverberates throughout eternity.\nI did not rise and go, but kept my place.\nIs not my love as great as was their love?\nAnd is not she as beautiful, as cold,\nAs hopelessly indifferent and cold,\nAs ever Beatrice and Laura were?\nAnd so I also spoke about my love,\nThen we were silent sitting side by side.\nUpon that rustic bench in Central Park,\nAlong a lonesome by-path in the park."}, {"page_pdf": 80, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.80", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 277, "texte": "It was the hour, it was that mystic hour\nWhen 'tis no longer day nor yet is night;\nAnd o'er all nature hangs a solemn hush,\nAnd everything is peaceful and serene.\nThen they both went away so quietly\nThat I was unaware that they had gone\nUntil I turned my head and saw them not."}, {"page_pdf": 81, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.81", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 217, "texte": "V\nMy heart is like a man condemned to death,\nWho in the corner of his gloomy cell\nHugs one last spark of hope.\nBright as a diamond in the dark of night,\nAnd as a diamond difficult to crush,\nIs this last spark of hope."}, {"page_pdf": 82, "page_imprimee": "80", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.82", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 277, "texte": "VI\nSince Orpheus with the magic of his music,\nCould charm the wildest beast, why could not I\nEnthrall you with the music of my love?\nIs not love's music magical enough,\nOr is your heart stone deaf?\nEven if so!\nI will perform a miracle and cause\nYour heart to hear love's music."}, {"page_pdf": 83, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.83", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 999, "texte": "VII\nAnd even if you loved me not,\nIf you but knew the pain I feel\nWhen you but breathe a word that's harsh,\nWhen you betray the faintest frown;\nAnd when you mock me for my love,\nOr chide me for the least caress,\nIf you but knew the pain I feel.\nAye, even if you loved me not,\nYou ne'er would frown at me or mock\nMy love for you, or harshly speak,\nOr bid me not to kiss your hand;\nInstead you'd treat me as a child,\nYou'd treat me as a child that's sick,\nAnd patiently you would submit\nTo my caress; you would allow\nMy feverish hands to stroke your hair,\nMy quivering lips to kiss your brow,\nMy famished eyes to feast on you,\nAnd my delirious heart to spin:\nTo spin a spider's web of love,\nTo make your heart its captive fly.\nAye, even if you loved me not,\nIf you but knew the pain I feel,\nWhene'er I think you love me not,\nYou'd treat me as a little child;\nYou'd tell me love's sweet fairy tale,\nI will believe love's fairy tale.\nPlease tell me love's sweet fairy tale,\nAye, even if you love me not."}, {"page_pdf": 84, "page_imprimee": "82", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.84", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 513, "texte": "VIII\nThe sun is warm and bright,\nAll nature sings;\nThe song of love and life is in the air,\nThe flowing waters and the rolling hills,\nThe grass we tread upon, the birds that fly,\n'Hie humming insects, aye, all men, all beasts,\nAll things are happy in the sun's caress.\nBut in my heart, in my unhappy heart,\nThe icy blast of winter still persists,\nAnd desolation reigns.\nYour frown obliterates the sun for me,\nAnd your indifference is worse than death.\nAnd in my heart, in my unhappy heart,\nDire desolation reigns."}, {"page_pdf": 85, "page_imprimee": "83", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.85", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 408, "texte": "IX\nThis is the tale of an unhappy sculptor,\nA shaft of marble radiantly white,\nWhose adamantine substance would not yield\nTo the impassioned efforts of the sculptor.\nThe chisel struck the irresponsive rock\nAgain, again, again, but all in vain\nUntil at last discouraged and exhausted\nHe sinks down at the foot of this cold stone.\nThat might have been a living Galathea,\nBut is alas the tombstone of Pygmalion."}, {"page_pdf": 86, "page_imprimee": "84", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.86", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 293, "texte": "X\nIt was a sepulchre I have been wooing:\nFair to behold was she and seeming warm,\nBut deep within as cold as death itself,\nAnd to love's fervent pleadings irresponsive;\nAye, even as the tomb.\nDeaf to the voice of poetry and love,\nAlas! she's doubly deaf.\nIt was a sepulchre I have been wooing."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1913-09-01-c074", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01#c074", "volume": "bmtnaat_1913-09_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "85", "page_fin": "85", "image_debut": 87, "image_fin": 87, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.2.74", "titre_corps": "The October issue of THE", "titre_sommaire": "The October issue of THE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 87, "page_imprimee": "85", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.87", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 101, "texte": "The October issue of THE\nGLEBE will present 44 \"The\nAzure Adder,\" a one-act comedy\nby Charles Demuth."}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.1", "texte": "Songs, Sighs and Curses\nBy Adolf Wolff\n\nItYa.\nfl Wf 9E\n(in\nM I -I ;i^y\nVOLUME I\nNUMBER I\nSEPTEMBER\ni 9 i 3\nPRICE OF THIS\nISSUE 60 CENTS"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "[1]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.3", "texte": "Songs, Sighs and Curses\nBy\nAdolf Wolff\n\nSEPTEMBER 1913\nPublished by THE GLEBE at Ridgefield,\nNew Jersey"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "[2]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.4", "texte": "Copyright, 1913\nBy\nAdolf Wolff."}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "3", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.5", "texte": "TO LEONARD D. ABBOTT.\nADOLF WOLFF.\nDear Friend:—To whom else than to you\ncan I dedicate this little wreath of poems?\nWeeds or flowers, without you, they would\nnot have been. Your interest, your sympathy,\nyour appreciation were the sunshine and rain\nthat brought them forth—to blossom for a\nmoment or forever."}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "4", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.6", "texte": "NOTE.—All the poems in this volume were written in the year 1912-13.\nWhen asked in what sequence he would arrange his poems, Wolff threw\nthe manuscripts in the air, saying, \"Let Fate decide.\" They now appear\nin the order in which they were picked up from the floor. This is true\nof all except the proem and those comprising the group under the heading\n\"To One Who Could Not Love,\" which appear towards the end of\nthe volume."}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "5", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.7", "texte": "THE PROEM\nI sing and sigh and also curse,\nThus only can I give expression\nTo that which will not brook repression;\nI am alive, I have a voice,\nAnd so I sing and sigh and curse—\nAll life doth sing and sigh and curse.\nThe joy of love is in my song,\nI sigh for pleasures yet untasted—\nFor things I dream—o'er moments wasted\nAnd sometimes interrupt my song\nWith clenched fist to curse a wrong—\nIt is a joy to curse a wrong.\nAnd so I sing and sigh and curse—\nAll life doth sing and sigh and curse."}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.8", "texte": "CAPTIVES\nI visited the Zoo one dreary day,\nAnd in the lion's house I watched a lion,\nA great Numidian lion in his cage,\nWith eyes three-quarters closed, with haughty gait,\nPace up and down the limits of his cage.\nWas he oblivious of the tyrant bars,\nThe gaze of human eyes, his captive state,\nAnd did he blink but better thus to see\nThe jungle's vast expanse?\nHe suddenly stood still; and, face to face,\nWe stood and stared into each other's eyes,\nAnd we each saw in one another's eyes\nA royal captive in a wretched cage."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.9", "texte": "IF I WERE GOD\nIf I were God—the first thing I would do\nWould be to make all women beautiful.—\nAll women beautiful—and all men strong.\nThen I'd resign—and make myself a man.\nThat's just what I would do—if I were God."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.10", "texte": "OPTIMISM\nOn that cold table, where shameless, without blushing\nThey spread their nakedness,\nI see what yesterday had been a living beauty\nAnd is to-day a corpse—\nA flimsy mass of tissues and of juices,\nThe prey of autopsy to-day,\nTo-morrow prey of worms and dissolution.\nAnd whilst the perfume of this lifeless flower,\nConcoction made of chemicals and death,\nInflicts an outrage on my sense of odor,\nDoes disenchantment fill me with disgust?\nDoes Death's black wing engulf me in its shadow?\nAnd being face to face with life's fragility\nAm I made sick of life?\nI am not sick of life.\nI prize life more knowing how brief it is,\nHow insecure, how fragile and how fleeting.\nI love the eyes bright with the spark of life,\nI love them more knowing they'll soon be dimmed.\nI love the lips aglow with warmth of life,\nI love them more because they'll soon be cold.\nI love all flesh that palpitates with life,\nI love it more knowing it soon shall be\nAn inert, flimsy mass of fetid tissue.\nI love the voice that rings with sounds of life,\nI love it more knowing 'twill soon be silent.\nI love the mind pregnant with living thought,\nI love it more knowing that soon 'twill be\nThe tomb of thought.\nI therefore let the dead bury their dead,\nAnd like a buzzing bee in quest of flowers\nI seek the flowers of life that gladly yield\nThe sap that love distills to joy—that joy\nThat is much sweeter than the sweetest honey."}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.11", "texte": "THE CLOUD\nThere hovers over me a muddy cloud,\nEnveloping me in its gloomy shadow,\nThat dims the native sunshine of my heart,\nThat dulls the keen perception of the mind,\nThat stunts the latent powers of the soul,\nThat smothers all the rising flames of hope,\nThat cowes the wings of genius that would soar.\nI am forever followed by this cloud,\nI can't escape, I cannot flee this cloud,\nThis muddy, gloomy, hell-begotten cloud—\nThe dollar sign is traced upon this cloud!"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.12", "texte": "QUESTIONINGS\nIs it because the sun caresses me\nAnd makes me warm with its delightful rays\nThat it is mine? That it is only mine?\nIs it because I frolic in the sea,\nThe sea that hugs me with a thousand waves,\nThat it is mine? That it is only mine?\nIs it because I hold you in my arms\nAnd madly kiss you, calling you my love,\nThat you are mine? That you are only mine?"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.13", "texte": "THE LIBERTY I LOATHE\nI am at large, can go this way and that,\nMo dungeon walls, no prison bars say halt,\nWhen roving fancies seize upon my feet.\nBut am I free? Can Ibe truly free\nWhen that which lives within me is repressed,\nWhen my true self in vain from deep within\nDoth clamor for the right of self-expression?\nWhat hideous mockery of freedom this!\nPut me in jail, put me in jail for life.\nLet bread and water be my only fare,\nMake rats and spiders my associates.\nBut have the light into my dungeon pour\nFrom overhead and give me clay,\nOh, give me lots of clay—the tender flesh,\nThe oily, tender flesh of mother earth.\nResponsive as a mistress to the touch,\nAnd I will have a feast no king e'er knew,\nAnd taste of pleasures that the gods would envy\nAnd I will make unto myself a world,\nA world of which myself would be the God,\nA world in which my every dream and thought,\nMy every feeling and my every passion\nWould find embodiment in plastic form.\nOh, for a prison where I could be free!"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.14", "texte": "ON SEEING THE GARMENT STRIKERS\nMARCH\nI see a hundred thousand marching by.\nI also see as many, many millions\nThat are in spirit also marching by.\nAnd lo! methinks this is but a rehearsal\nFor the Exodus from the Land of Bondage—\nAnd I behold with my prophetic eyes\nGod's chosen people crossing the Red Sea;\nThe workers of the world, God's chosen people,\nAre crossing the Red Sea of Revolution.\nAnd I behold the Industrial Commonwealth,\nThe Promised Land of plenty and of peace,\nWhere each one, under his own fig-tree seated,\nShall sing his praises to the Lord of Life."}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.15", "texte": "THE TOILERS\nCrouching they cling like vermin to the earth\nAnd with their bleeding fingers scrape the earth\nBut for a little dust, their sustenance,\nA little dust mixed with the sweat of brow,\nThe blood of fingers and the tears of pain.\n'Tis not for them the sun shines gloriously,\nThe flowers bloom, the fruit hangs on the tree,\n'Tis not for them the birds and poets sing,\nOr lovely women smile.\nThey have to crouch and cling and sweat and scrape\nBut for a little dust—their sustenance."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.16", "texte": "PANEROTICISM\nI love all women's smiling eyes,\nI love all women's tempting lips,\nI love all women's loving hearts,\nI love all women's tender skin,\nI love all women's glowing flesh,\nI love all women's weakness,\nI love all women's strength.\nI love! I love! I love!"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.17", "texte": "APHRODITE\nI've seen a Venus not of marble carved\nBy some great sculptor's hand in ancient Greece,\nUnearthed in a mutilated state\nBy archaeologists in quest of ruins\nAnd pedestaled in temple of fine art.\nThe Venus I have seen was made of flesh,\nOf ordinary, living, human flesh,\nMore beautiful than statue e'er could be.\nShe stands behind a counter in a store\nFrom morning until night dispensing wares—\nA living Venus at five dollars per."}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.18", "texte": "THE TYRANNY OF RHYME\nInane coquette, depart from me,\nThou siren known as Muse of rhyme,\nThou fain wouldst make thy slave of me,\nTo give thee all my thought, my time,\nAnd all the love that's in my heart,\nI know thee well, depart! depart!\nI love a nobler Muse than thee,\nShe's simple, free, intense, sublime,\nHer rhythm has sweeter melody\nThan e'er could have thy wanton rhyme.\nI gave to Rhythm my soul, my heart,\nO Muse of Rhyme, depart! depart!"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.19", "texte": "LINES INSPIRED ON MEETING A LADY\nTo A. L.\nI look at life as an astronomer\nLooks at the star-filled sky.\nLife seems a sky to me, all human beings\nRotating in their orbits are as stars.\nSome are obscure and some are luminous,\nSome give the light and warmth to solar systems,\nSome shed on lovers' heads soft lunar light.\nSome, like the comets, cosmic vagabonds,\nAre ever tramping the sidereal roads,\nAnd others, myriad-massed in endless stretches,\nCompose the glory of the Milky Way.\nI look at life as an astrologer\nBelieving in the influence of stars,\nTheir influences evil, beneficial.\nPerplexed I ponder o'er the laws mysterious\nThat govern all the movements of the stars.\nAnd I am troubled in my inmost being\nAt the appearance of a new-found star\nAs on the threshold of a mystery.\nThere hove into my sphere a new-found star\nOf primal magnitude, magnificent,\nWhose magnetism most irrestistibly\nAttracts me to itself.\nAm I to be the happy satellite\nOf this fair human sun whose smile or frown\nCould make me be a fertile Earth or Moon,\nA fertile Earth or frozen, barren Moon?\nOh, will it just continue in its course,\nRotating in its orbit and recede,\nRecede, recede, and leave me far behind\nObscure and cold and sad and all alone? . . ."}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.20", "texte": "OSCAR WILDE\nThe work was done.\nThe spirit-moulders of immortal souls\nWiped from their brows the sweat and washed their\nhands,\nAnd standing by, in full contentment gazed\nUpon their wondrous work.\nA i masterpiece! it was a masterpiece!\nA genius to be born unto the world,\nOne more to swell that galaxy of stars\nThat makes the cosmic bosom swell with pride.\nAnother inextinguishable star\nTo scintillate throughout eternity.\nThe angels stood, heads bowed in reverence\nBefore what was to be the poet Wilde,\nAnd as they stood, these proud progenitors,\nIn blissful contemplation of their child,\nThere fell upon them, as a shadow cast\nBy purple clouds upon a limpid lake,\nA sadness that no human voice could tell.\nForebodings of the suffering of Wilde\nDepressed them so that, kneeling down, they wept.\nThey wept over the dire humiliation\nAwaiting him who is the pride of God,\nAnd over man's stupidity they wept—\nThe colossal stupidity of man."}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.21", "texte": "IMPERIALISM\nWith one great gesture of my love-mad arms\nWould that I could embrace the entire world,\nThe entire world of love-inspiring women.\nWith one unending pressure of my lips\nI wish that I could kiss the entire world,\nThe entire world of love-inspiring women.\nWith one great spasm of ecstacy supreme\nWould that I could possess the entire world,\nThe entire world of love-inspiring women."}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.22", "texte": "THE CHILDREN OF THE POOR\nThe children of the poor are little plants\nThat grow in sandy soil midst rocks and weeds\nAnd rusty cans of tin, and other junk\nWithin the gloomy shadow of a wall,\nThe gloomy shadow of a mildewed wall;\nPoor little plants! poor children of the poor."}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.23", "texte": "THE CALL OF SEX\nKnow you that bottomless and boundless sea,\nEach heaving billow whereof is a woman?\nOh, how my love-parched body craves to plunge\nInto the soothing substance of this sea! . . .\n(\nOh, for the joy of absolute abandon\nTo the caressing furore of this sea;\nThe frantic joy of breaking all restrictions,\nOf daring all the dangers of this sea!\nThe ecstatic and the harrowing sensation\nOf rising, ever rising on a wave,\nA giant wave that rises, ever rises,\nAnd then to be replunged into the deep!\nThe all-absorbing, all-inclusive deep.\nWhat if the mouth doth swallow liquid bitter;\nWhat if the heinous sharks men call disease\nSnap at my flesh, infecting me with poison,\nAnd even what if that mysterious mermaid,\nThat moon-pale Undine claim me as her own\nAnd seal our union with the kiss of death?\nWhat of it? Does not all life end in death?\nGive me the death of Tristan and Isolde:\nI die for life and love,—I fear not death."}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.24", "texte": "IMMORTALITY\nAt dawn of day the stars die one by one.\nThey only seem to die, but do not die.\nThere is no death for humans, or for stars.\nWhat we call life and death is only rhythm.\nIt is all cadence, measure, rest, inflection,\nThe poetry, the music of the spheres.\nThe universe is one stupendous poem\nWhereof the suns and stars are words and letters,\nAnd we frail humans, punctuation marks."}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.25", "texte": "TO LIVE OR NOT TO LIVE\nTo be or not to be is not the question;\nThe question is, to live or not to live.\nAlive or dead or only vegetating,\nOne thing is sure, we cannot help but being.\nTo live! to be alive; to live intensely!\nTo live with every fibre of the frame,\nWith every sinew, every nerve and muscle;\nTo live like this, or not to live at all.\nBut we are cowards, we are fools and misers,\nAfraid to live—afraid to pay the price—\nThe price of youth,—the price of youth is age\nThe price—the price of joy is pain.\nAnd disenchantment is the price of love.\nAnd Life—the price of Life is Death.\nCome, let us live, and let us live intensely.\nLife! Life! more Life! more Life at any cost."}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.26", "texte": "MY RICHES\nBehold in me one richer than a king,\nRicher than Croesus was or Solomon,\nAye, richer even than a Rockefeller.\nAnd lo ! the gilded portals of my palace\nAre thrown wide open, and the spacious vaults,\nStaked full of treasures even to o'erflowing\nRemain unguarded, and I welcome thee\nTo enter and partake of all my riches.\nMy palace is my heart; my wealth, my treasure\nIs love, immeasurable, boundless love."}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.27", "texte": "DEPRIVATION\nThe world is like a tapestry to me,\nImmense and wonderful, where interwoven\nWith art most consummate by masterhand\nI see a maze of beings and of things.\nI can but see a little at a time,\nMy sight is limited, the view is vast,\nThe picture disconcertingly complex.\nBut often, here and there, a brilliant spot,\nA woman's figure in life's tapestry\nAttracts my gaze and holds me in its spell.\nAnd, like a child that's crying for the moon,\nMy hands would grasp that which delights mine eye,\nTo press it fondly to my happy heart.\nAlas, the world, as tapestry and tomb,\nWill not give up its own."}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.28", "texte": "A SPHINX\nI like to see a woman wearing furs,\nLong-haired and dark and vicious looking furs,\nStrong smelling, soft, exotic looking furs,\nContrasting strongly with her brilliant flesh,\nHer tender, warm and angel-tinted flesh.\nI love the angel and the beast in women.\nThat's why I like a woman wearing furs."}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.29", "texte": "EXCUSE ME, MUSE\n'Tis not the hour to sing of pink-hued vapors\nSo softly sailing under azure skies;\nNor of the shadow warm and so mysterious\nCast by the lashes of a woman's eyes.\n'Tis not the time for soft euphonious sighing\nAnd holding converse with pale lunar light.\nTis not the hour for musing and for dreaming,\nExcuse me, Muse, I must go out and light.\n) ■\nAnd I will light as long as infants suckle\nIn vain at parched breasts devoid of milk;\nAs long as my poor sisters sell their bodies\nFor bread and rags, while parasites wear silk.\nAs long as slave and master, thief and pauper\nRemain such terms as may to man apply,\nSo long, I say, my lyre shall be a weapon,\nMy song shall be the rebel's battle cry."}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.30", "texte": "NOEL\nTormented Galilean who art Lord\nOf those that crucify thee every day\nAnd every hour and minute of the day\nAnd every hour and minute of the night:\nWith pious glee they celebrate the night\nThat witnessed thine appearance upon earth,\nThat night when angels chanted \"peace on earth.\"\nThey chanted \"Peace on earth, good will to men,\"\nAnd thou wert crowned with thorns by hands of men\nAnd thou wert spat upon by mouths of men\nAnd thou hast been betrayed by kiss of men;\nCondemned by men and crucified by men,\nAye, crucified and deified by men.\nAnd every year for many centuries,\nOn Christmas eve for many centuries,\nIn churches and cathedrals Christians sing\nTheir gladness of the coming of the Lord.\nThe organ's thunder glorifies the Lord,\nThe priests and ministers exalt the Lord,\nThe infant Lord the virgin Mary bore;\nOn Christmas eve it was in Bethlehem:\nAnd whilst they fete the babe of Bethlehem,\nTen thousand babes on earth die painful deaths\nAnd millions live to live lives worse than death\nAnd still the massacre of innocents\nGoes on relentlessly. Poor innocents!"}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.31", "texte": "LINES TO THE WOOLWORTH\nBUILDING\nImposing pile of pale and polished stone,\nCathedral-like in thy solemnity,\nThy rectilinear grandeur awes my soul,\nAnd makes me shudder!\nMonstrous sacrilege, O when before\nHas thing so big been made for end so small?\nUnholy Temple of the priests of lucre,\nHow most appropriate thy pallor is,\nSo like in color to the tint of bones—\nThy slender, upright lines so much like bones—\nSo much like children's bones.\nHow like unto the pyramids thou art;\nThe tyrants' tombs, built by a million slaves.\nAnd like the pyramids, ere long\nThou'lt be the relic of an age gone by."}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.32", "texte": "THE ARTISTS\nThey have been born to model and to mould\nThe shapeless clay into expressive form\nEven as gods! to seize the fleeting shades,\nThe subtle hues of things that pass or stay\nAnd make them live and glow intensely.\nThey have been born to tell their wondrous dreams\nIn rhythmic stanzas full of strength and grace,\nTo plunge into the very depths of things,\nTo seek the precious essence that is fit\nFor distillation to symphonic strain.\nRequire them not to leave their sacred sphere,\nTo mix with common vendors in the mart,\nTo traffic their creations and to throw\nThe priceless pearls of genius to the swine\nFor but a bowl of vinegar and gall.\nO bring to them the litle bread and milk\nWhich they must have to live, and if you can\nRejoice to give them honey. Be to them\nWhat ravens were unto a prophet once.\nDoes not the beauty they create or dream\nAtone for all our ugly deeds or thoughts,\nEven as the saints who pray for those that sin\nSustain the equilibrium that must be\nIn order that the world may not be doomed?\nEternal malediction fall on those\nWho mock or crucify these chosen ones\nAnd let them be thrice blessed who help to clear\nLife's rugged road of thorns for those who pass\nAnd passing, leave this world more beautiful."}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.33", "texte": "CAIN REFORMED\nAm Imy brother's keeper? Yes, indeed,\nI keep him, aye, I keep him hard at work.\nI also keep the fruit of all his work\nAnd of his children's work I keep the fruit.\nAnd when he does not keep the laws I make\nThat give me power to keep him hard at work,\nI am his keeper, keeping him in jail.\nAm Imy brother's keeper? Yes, indeed."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.34", "texte": "GOLGOTHA\nOn the Golgotha of mine inmost being\nThere stands a crucifix,\nAnd in the deepest recess of my being\nIn perpetuity Good Friday reigns.\nAnd always in the stillness of the night,\nThe endless night within mine inmost being,\nI hear the moaning and the supplications\nOf him that's crucified within my being.\nI see the wounds of side and hands and feet,\nThe wounds that glow like rubies in the night,\nThat cast a lurid glare upon the night,\nThose mystic wounds in number like the senses.\nFour horrid wounds upon the hands and feet,\nOne on the side, thus making five in all,\njust as the senses, making five in all.\nAnd in the endless night within my being\nI hear the moaning and the supplications.\n\"Oh, tear me from my cross,\" entreats the Christ,\n\"For I am Joy, thy God, the son of Life.\nOh, tear me from my cross,\" entreats the Christ.\nThat cursed instrument of agony,\nIs conscience; human conscience is the cross—\nThe cross whereon our Joy is crucified.\nMy Lord, I will redeem thee from thy cross,\nAnd give thee burial in mine aching heart,\nWhence thou shalt rise and henceforth ever reign\nOver the Kingdom of the blessed flesh."}, {"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.35", "texte": "IDOLATRY\nI stood before a leg in the museum,\nA marble leg, a mutilated leg,\nSupported by a rod of polished bronze.\nThis leg of some hermaphroditic god\nWas carved in Greece, when ancient Greece was\nyoung.\nIn deepest reverence I stood and gazed\nUpon this relic of an absent god.\nAnd as I stood I wondered if perchance\nIdolatry is not this very act,\nThat thus enshrines an ancient piece of stone,\nWhilst living sculptors are compelled to waste\nIn fruitless idleness that precious power\nWhich carves the Victories of Samothrace.\nIdolators, ye worship graven stones\nBut are indifferent to the gods that carve them."}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.36", "texte": "TO ARTURO GIOVANNITTI\nArturo Giovannitti, fellow worker\nIn song and in revolt, sing on! sing on!\nThe battling warriors in the war of classes\nHave need of your inspired, inspiring voice,\nYou are the rebel, leader, poet, prophet,\nYou have already worn the martyr's crown.\nIf there be in me just one spark of envy,\nIt is that I was not like you in gaol.\nI envied you that most supreme distinction\nOf living in the shadow of the cross\nWith all the sacred shades of martyred rebels,\nA fellow worker of departed Christs."}, {"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.37", "texte": "NIGHTMARE\nI had a dream, I had a horrid dream.\nI dreamt that Byron travels for a house\nThat handles wines from Portugal and Spain,\nThat Shelley is a cashier of a bank,\nThat Keats is valet to a wealthy Jew,\nThat Oscar Wilde lays bricks, that Edgar Poe\nIs selling silks and satins on the road,\nAnd that Walt Whitman, he of noble height,\nIs manager of a department store.\nAnd I would have dreamed on, had not disgust,\nA flood of dire disgust, awakened me,\nAnd I myself was forced to rush downtown\nTo live the life I shudder at in dream."}, {"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.38", "texte": "LINES WRITTEN ON SEEING HENRI'S\nPAINTING OF\nTHE LADY IN BLACK VELVET\nThe Lady in black velvet is the night,\nThe deep, uncanny, weird, mysterious night,\nThe witching, troubling, awe-inspiring night,\nSerene and silent, sweet and subtle night,\nTempestuous, tragic, black and feverish night.\nThe Lady in black velvet is the night,\nHer robe of black as black as blackest night,\nEnfolds a world—a world of sleepless night,\nA world of sighs, of cravings and of crimes,\nOf maddening joys, of languors that consume,\nOf pains unbearable, of livid fears,\nOf nightmares and of dreams.\nThen there's the sombre gray of shifting clouds\nWhose masses rent asunder now reveal\nThe radiant luminary of the night,\nHer silv'ry, radiant face is Queen of night.\nThe Lady in black velvet is the night."}, {"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.39", "texte": "THE BABE\nFruit of a moment of supremest bliss,\nA passionate embrace, a long drawn kiss,\nSoft, pink and warm and chubby little thing,\nMost helpless being, despotic as a king.\nThird cousin to the gold-fish, the kitten and the chick,\nAs free from care as they are, as shame-free and as\nquick\nTo feel that life means living and living must be joy,\nThat nothing is of value unless it be a toy."}, {"page_pdf": 40, "page_imprimee": "38", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.40", "texte": "A SCENARIO\nScene I.\nThe time—a glorious summer afternoon.\nThe place—somewhere along the Palisades.\nRocks here and there; some trees and many bushes.\nA youthful artist, seated on a rock,\nWith great strokes paints the sun-illumined Hudson.\nA fair young woman enters on the scene,\nAbsorbed in picking many kinds of flowers.\nThe youthful artist, catching sight of her,\nStands up and drops his palette and his brushes.\nAnd when she sees the youth she drops the flowers.\nThey stand in silence looking at each other.\nHe then approaches her to raise her flowers—\nAnd then she smiles, and he says foolish things,\nDeliciously absurd and foolish things.\nThe insects are abuzzing, and the leaves—\nThe foliage of the bushes and the trees\nAre whispering—are gossiping in whispers.\nHe takes her by the hand and kisses her,\nHe kisses her and takes her in his arms,\nAnd carries her behind a clump of bushes."}, {"page_pdf": 41, "page_imprimee": "39", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.41", "texte": "Scene II.\nThe time and place and scene just as before.\nFrom left to right there enters on the scene\nQuite simultaneously a man and woman.\nEach reads a book while walking, so absorbed\nThat they well-nigh collide with one another.\nHe begs her pardon which, of course, she grants\nHe asks her if they have not met before,\nHer face seems so familiar, and she says:\nPerhaps he saw her somewhere at a lecture.\nAnd so they start to talk about their books,\nAbout their lectures and about their books.\nThey seat themselves upon a rock and talk,\nAnd talk and talk and talk and talk and talk.\nThe insects are abuzzing and the leaves—-\nThe foliage of the bushes and the trees\nAre whispering, are gossiping in whispers.\nAnd from behind the softly swaying bushes\nEscape the sounds of kisses and of sighs,\nThe kisses and the sighs of youthful lovers.\nAnd all the time the woman and the man\nSit arguing, discussing and discussing\nPsychology, sociology and ethics.\nSo different it is behind the bushes.\nAnd while some hug and kiss and others argue,\nA sudden gloom spreads over everything.\nThe azure sky is now a sky of ink,\nThe lightning flashes and the thunder claps,\nThe shower is terrific'ly intense.\nBoth couples find an overhanging rock,\nA scanty shelter 'gainst a raging storm.\nA blinding lightning flash, a thunder clap,\nAll four lie dead.\nIs there a moral?\nGuess!"}, {"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.42", "texte": "THE TEMPLE\nRound, full and fertile is her abdomen,\nEven as Mother Earth.\nO! tree of life bearing the fruit of love,\nO! precious shell a precious pearl enclosing,\nO! wondrous instrument whereon love plays\nA fiery rhapsody,\nThe echo whereof is a human life.\nO! blessed mother of the child of man.\nYe fools, detach your gaze from godless heavens,\nGod is right here if you would worship God,\nThe mystery of life and love is God,\nAnd every pregnant woman is God's temple."}, {"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.43", "texte": "SHELLEY\nLucifer! dripping with celestial splendour,\nAll aglow with cosmic rebellion,\nThundering forth pious blasphemies,\nChanting sacrilegious hymns,\nThy voice is like unto the trumpet sounds\nOf the Archangels of the Apocalypse\nCalling the dead to life.\nMeteor fallen from the bosom of infinitude\nInto the common clay,\nStrange visitant from another orb,\nPermeated with the music of the spheres,\nReplete and radiant with rarest gems,\nPerplexing, exciting, soothing, betwitching.\nLucifer! Prometheus! Dionysos! Shelley!"}, {"page_pdf": 44, "page_imprimee": "42", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.44", "texte": "THE SCULPTOR AND THE CLAY\nThe sculptor, man, in woman mostly sees\nThe clay of which to model gods of love.\nSome, cunning little cupids only are,\nThe little rascal gods of light flirtation,\nWho like the fire-flies on a summer night\nAre luminous a moment—and that's all.\nWhile others are the serious gods of love,\nMajestic and intense as life itself,\nMysterious and perplexing as the Sphinx,\nRelentless as the furies or as death,\nAs maddening as poison of the snake,\nAs soothing as is balm upon a wound,\nAnd sweet as that which passeth understanding.\nAs sweet as that and sometimes just as bitter.\nSuch are the statues man, the sculptor, moulds\nOf woman—clay.\nd>"}, {"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.45", "texte": "CONTEMPT\nI spit upon the laws that thieves have made\nTo give the crooked strength to rob the weak.\nI spit upon a country full of wealth\nWhere millions live in squalor and in want.\nI spit upon a flag that waves above\nA nation made of masters and of slaves.\nI spit upon religions that defend\nA hell on earth, and preach a life to come.\nI spit upon all morals that contend\nThat joy of life is not life's highest end.\nI spit upon the education that\nMakes pygmies out of what might have been men.\nUpon this whole damned system do I spit,\nAnd while I spit—l weep."}, {"page_pdf": 46, "page_imprimee": "44", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.46", "texte": "WILLIAM MORRIS\nDreamer o£ dreams—dreamer of golden dreams,\nExplorer of the rainbow-lands of yore,\nColumbus of Arcadian Continents,\nPoetic founder of Utopian states.\nDreamer of dreams? Dreamer of only dreams?\nA master worker with the mind and hand\nWho made the beautiful and useful wed,\nAn alchemist who turned all work to art.\nDreamer of dreams? Maker of wondrous things?\nA knight in mortal combat for a cause,\nA sower of emancipation's seed,\nA master builder of a better world."}, {"page_pdf": 47, "page_imprimee": "45", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.47", "texte": "DON JUAN'S SONG\nFrom maids yet in their spring-time teens\nTo full blown thirty summer queens,\nI love them all!\nFrom golden blondes and deep brunettes\nTo Titian-locked one ne'er forgets—\nI love them all!\nFrom fairies frail or plump or slender\nTo women built with queenly splendor,\nI love them all!\nFrom damsels pale and melancholy\nTo matrons gay and widows jolly,\nI love them all!\nFrom maidens unsophisticated\nTo syrens well initiated,\nI love them all! I love them all!"}, {"page_pdf": 48, "page_imprimee": "46", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.48", "texte": "EASTER ON FIFTH AVENUE\nCapital best qualifies the weather\nThat Easter Sunday donned for the occasion\nAnd the parade was also capital,\nIt was indeed a capital parade.\nThe gorgeous gowns, the stunning Easter hats\nWere capital and those hand-made complexions\nDown to the escorts groomed with perfect style\nDown to the sermons that the preachers preached\nIn fashionable churches were most capital.\nIndeed the sight I saw that Easter morn\nAlong Fifth Avenue was capital,\nUpon the sidewalks silently and slow\nThe grand cortege of capital marched on.\nAnd whilst I was enjoying this grand sight\nThere rose before my mind another sight:\nI saw the street between the sidewalks filled\nIn compact mass with wan and worn spectators\nWho were in silence viewing the parade,\nIt was a mob of children, men and women\nWhose pallid faces and whose piteous rags\nGave to the spectacle a capital contrast,\n'Twas Easter, Easter, lo! The Christ has risen!\nUpon the whole the show was capital."}, {"page_pdf": 49, "page_imprimee": "47", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.49", "texte": "CONTEMPLATION\nI went into a house of many lofts,\nAnd in each loft I saw a thousand men,\nAnd women, too, and children, too, I saw.\nAnd all around arose a deaf'ning roar—\nThe roaring of machines o'er which were bent\nThe toilers toiling at their tiresome task.\nAnd as I stood and gazed upon this scene\nI wondered why it was—l wondered why....\nI went into a house of gilded halls,\nAnd in each hall there shone a thousand lights,\nAnd many men and women also shone.\nDelightful music mingled with perfume.\nAround luxurious tables, diners sat\nEnjoying luscious viands, mellow wines.\nAnd as I stood and gazed upon this scene,\nI thought of toilers and I understood."}, {"page_pdf": 50, "page_imprimee": "48", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.50", "texte": "CONFIDENCES\nI have to go to work to win my bread,\nWhen oft upon my way the Muse of song,\nEspying me from far approaches me\nAnd takes me by the hand as tenderly\nAs would a sister take her little brother.\nShe whispers words as sparkling as champagne,\nAs warm as blood, as pure as morning dew,\nAnd so enchants me that I cannot help\nBut yield unto the tempting muse of song.\nShe takes me from the world's drear, dusty road\nAnd leads me into that mysterious park\nWhere lies the limpid lake of inspiration.\nThe flowers of life and death grow in this park—\nOf love and hate, the flowers of joy and pain,\nOf smiles and sighs, of laughter and of tears,\nThe blooms of hope and those of disillusion.\nAll, all these flowers grow in this wondrous park.\nI drink some water from the Muse's palm,\nThe water of the lake of inspiration.\nAnd then in silence do I wend my way\nThrough rows of silent and mysterious flowers,\nInhaling all the odors of the flowers,\nThe sweet and bitter odors of the flowers.\nAnd like the bee, I also make some honey,\nAlas! my honey is not always sweet.\nPerhaps because the flowers of life are bitter.\nThen I am harshly driven from this Eden\nBy the compulsion of a god I hate,\nAnd I must go to work to win my bread.\nThe honey of the poet has no market.\nTempt me no more, dear Muse, or else I'll starve."}, {"page_pdf": 51, "page_imprimee": "49", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.51", "texte": "IN THE LIBRARY\nAs she sat facing me the other day\nReading a book, while I was writing verses,\nOr rather trying to, for I could not\nDetach my gaze from her bewitching visage,\nNor could my mind in rhythmic furrows flow,\nPursuing thoughts to her all unrelated,\nWhen like the heaving billows that are yielding\nTo the attracting powers of the moon,\nMy every thought by her has been attracted.\nI thus bethought me: \"Wherefore write I poems,\nWhen here, before me, breathes a living poem,\nCompared to whom, all poems are as dust\nBesides a sweetly smelling, blooming flower.\"\nSo I lay down my pen and gazed at her."}, {"page_pdf": 52, "page_imprimee": "50", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.52", "texte": "BYRON\nThe thought of Byron wakens in my mind\nThe vision of a solitary tree\nTitanic and contorted on a cliff\nThat overhangs a wild abysmal sea.\nIts mighty root, a maze of tentacles,\nHas put a lasting clutch-hold on the rock,\nMuch like the miser's fingers on his gold.\nWithin its arteries the sap of life,\nThe procreative juice in torrents flows,\nAnd gushes forth luxurious vegetation.\nThe foliage-covered head is always raised\nIn bold defiance of the elements.\nUndaunted by the tempest's fiendish rage,\nCalm under the concerted stare of stars,\nThe fickle lover of a fickle moon.\nOn balmy days or peaceful summer eves\nThe rendezvous of master-singer birds.\nPerennial, rich, melodious and sad,\nPassionate and desolate and wild\nAnd beautiful and always beautiful."}, {"page_pdf": 53, "page_imprimee": "51", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.53", "texte": "CHIAROSCURO\nI met a plum-hued Venus late one night,\nLive specimen of pure Egyptian art.\nThe regal amplitude of tropic zones,\nTheir rich luxuriance breathed on her face\nAnd radiated from her clothed form.\nHer eyes shone with that lustful brilliancy\nOf eyes of jungle prowlers who at night\nA-snifHing and a-growling hunt for mates.\nHer mellow, soft and sing-song voice was whisp'ring\nEnticing promises of untold joys\nTo taste of in this paradise of jet.\nAlas! the curse of value, price and profit\nIndelibly was branded on her brow,\nThe brow that ages past was of a savage.\nOh! Thou hast conquered glorious Christian progress."}, {"page_pdf": 54, "page_imprimee": "52", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.54", "texte": "DESPONDENCY\nI sadly watch the hours go by,\nThe hours, the days, the months, the years,\nAnd what's called life shall soon go by,\nAnd helpless and with fruitless rage\nI watch the hours of life go by.\nAnd I must curse when I would bless,\nAnd I who am all love, must hate,\nAnd I who have been born to sing\nMust spend myself in moans and tears.\nAnd must I perish on this rock\nA cruel God has bound me to?\nWill not some Hercules ere come\nAnd make me free?"}, {"page_pdf": 55, "page_imprimee": "53", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.55", "texte": "IN MEMORIAM\nWithin the mansion of my memory\nThere is a sumptuous chapel, where at times\nI kneel in deep devotion at the shrines\nOf all the blessed women I have loved.\nI burn for them the incense of my thoughts;\nBefore their sacred images I lay\nThe flowers of my purest sentiments,\nAnd on their altars piously I light\nThe pallid candles of my vain regrets.\n1 oft hold retrospective rendezvous\nWithin the chapel of the loves of yore."}, {"page_pdf": 56, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.56", "texte": "SPRING SONG\nI too shall sing thy glory, Spring,\nOh, season in thyself a song;\nIn every tongue thy name doth ring\nWith music we remember long.\nFruehling! Primavera! Spring!\nThy name to whisper is to sing.\nWhy should I seek sweet melody\nAnd softly sounding words to say\nAll that the springtime means to me?\nWhy should I make an effort, pray,\nWhen Fruehling! primavera! spring!\nTo whisper only is to sing."}, {"page_pdf": 57, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.57", "texte": "TO A FRIEND\nYou sigh because you are not loved.\nYou only think you are not loved.\nI also sighed as you now sigh,\nBecause I thought I was not loved.\nBut I was loved—how I was loved!\nShe lay awake at night and dreamed\nOf me, who thought I was not loved.\nSome loves like blooms that blush unseen,\nRemain unknown and unconfessed,\nAnd we oftimes are best beloved\nWhen loved with love in silence shrined.\nSo be not sad, dear friend, nor sigh,\nBut feel assured there is a heart\nIn this wide world that beats for you."}, {"page_pdf": 58, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.58", "texte": "I SAW THREE NUNS\nI saw three nuns go by the other day:\nThree upright coffins slowly gliding by.\nFunereal, black and chilling to behold,\nThe ghastly shadows of a defunct past.\nThe worms of ignorance and superstition\nGive to these dead, the semblances of life.\nThe past has not yet buried all its dead.\nI saw three nuns go by the other day:\nThree upright coffins slowly gliding by."}, {"page_pdf": 59, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.59", "texte": "A WOMAN LOVES ME\nA woman loves me!\n'Tis not of her I sing whose womb has been\nThe primal cradle of my tender self;\nI mean not mother-love.\nA woman loves me!\n'Tis not of her I sing who also sprang\nFrom that same source whence also I have sprung;\nI mean not sister-love.\nA woman loves me!\nI sing of her who \"from the mobs of life\"\nHas chosen me as him to whom alone\nShe will unlock her body and her soul\nTo welcome all my love."}, {"page_pdf": 60, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.60", "texte": "ELIZABETH GURLEY FLYNN\n(The Workers' Jeanne d'Arc)\nShe too a vision had and voices heard:\nShe heard the groans of slaving, starving workers:\nShe had a vision of their liberation.\nShe also mounted steed and armor donned.\nThe soap-box or the platform is her steed.\nHer coat of mail defiance of the powers.\nShe too to victory an army leads.\nHer army is the risen proletariat,\nIn arms against their pitiless exploiters.\nShe too is hated by the church and state.\nThey'd burn her at the stake if they but dared,\nCondemned for witchcraft or some other crime.\nShe too shall live an ever-shining glory,\nIn human history, in human hearts—\nAn even brighter glory than Jeanne d'Arc.\nThe Maid of Orleans routed but the English,\nAnd to a worthless king restored a throne,\nTo sway a sceptre o'er a land of serfs.\nLead by Elizabeth we'll rout the masters\nAnd to the workers of the world restore\nThe earth itself and all its joys and riches.\nLet all men rally round her blood-red banner\nWhich bears the motto of the revolution:\n\"Death to all masters! Freedom to all slaves!\""}, {"page_pdf": 61, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.61", "texte": "JEALOUSY\nAs you peruse those heavy, dusty volumes\nWith tense attention hour after hour,\nWhilst totally indifferent to me,—\nTo me, who sees in you the book of books,\nTo whom the very cover of this book,\nYour outward aspect, is more interesting\nThan the contents of all books ever printed.\nIs it a wonder I would like to build\nA mammoth pile of all the books there are\nAnd let the raging fire consume them all?"}, {"page_pdf": 62, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.62", "texte": "MISERS\nI know of misers meaner than are those\nWho lay awake at night to guard their treasure,\nWhich is in their possession only dust,\nA sordid, useless heap of gilded dust\nThat might have given peace and bread to many.\nThe misers whom I mean are fair to see,\nDelightful to converse with and to kiss;\nThey fascinate us with their wondrous eyes\nAs serpents fascinate the little birds.\nThey draw us closer to them, ever closer,\nThen suddenly like serpents they coil up\nAnd put beyond our grasp their queenly treasures,\nAlas! in their possession to remain,\nBut useless, vain and perishable things\nThat might have given ecstasy to many."}, {"page_pdf": 63, "page_imprimee": "61", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.63", "texte": "SWINBURNE\nAlgernon Swinburne, is there not in thee\nSomething akin to bells that ring at sea?\nIn their sound so clear\nThere is little cheer,\nWhen their knell I hear\nI recoil with fear.\nThough thy voice be clear as the day's light,\nIt is pregnant with mystery, death, and night."}, {"page_pdf": 64, "page_imprimee": "62", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.64", "texte": "OUR LADY OF INFINITE MERCY\nI often think of a mysterious woman—\nThere must be somewhere a mysterious woman,\nMysterious and most marvelous of beauty,\nMost beautiful,—miraculously kind,\nIndeed a kindness passing understanding,\nSo great a kindness that it seemeth madness.\nIt seemeth madness, for she sallies forth\nAt dead of night into the dismal streets,\nInto the dismal and deserted streets,\nMonotously criss-crossing the city,\nThe monstrous, lightless, heartless, sleeping city,\nWhere prowling as the vermin shunning light,\nOr derelicts adrift on dreary seas,\nShe seeks the disinherited of joy\nShe seeks the stunted, the disfigured children,\nThe starved, diseased and the discouraged children\nOf stepmother society, seeks them out,\nWhom everybody shuns and no one loves.\nShe seeks them out and gives herself to them,\nThis queenly woman, marvelous of beauty,\nEntirely gives herself to those of whom\nThe thought alone makes shudder with disgust.\nShe gives herself even as the twilight enters\nA fetid, vermin-ridden, mildewed dungeon,\nA whiff of heaven in a life of hell.\nOh, have you, have you ever seen that woman,\nThat beautiful, that kind, mysterious woman?\nShe is our Lady of Infinite Mercy.\nBlessed be our Lady of Infinite Mercy!"}, {"page_pdf": 65, "page_imprimee": "63", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.65", "texte": "A PAGAN'S PRAYER\nI sought the shrine of Eros and I prayed:—\nO God omnipotent, O God supreme,\nO God of love who art the God of Gods,\nBehold thy worshipper upon his knees\nProstrated in the dust.\nLet not my supplications rise in vain\nFrom depths iniquitous to heights sublime.\n0 grant me my request, good God of love.\nUnlock for me thy secret treasure house\nAnd make me master of the arts of love.\nMy heart conceives great symphonies of love\nThat my poor body cannot execute.\n1 am a Beethoven, I am a Wagner,\nMy orchestration needs a thousand pieces,\nBut am restricted to a shepherd's reed.\nReveal to me the secrets of the ancients,\nInstruct me in the art of love long lost;\nThat love of time when Gods and humans mingled.\nIn love I am a God, in love expression\nI am alas! a frail, a weakling human.\nO Eros! Eros! Eros! God of love,\nGive me the power to love as Gods can love."}, {"page_pdf": 66, "page_imprimee": "64", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.66", "texte": "NIETZSCHE\nA sombre silhouette\nAgainst a sun-rise sky\nIn solemn solitude,\nThe wanderer goes by.\nThe shadow that he casts\nUpon the plains below\nStrikes terror to the hearts\nOf those that do not know.\nO messenger sublime\nWho hailest from that land\nWhere joy and beauty reign;\nIf they could understand! . . .\nIf they could understand\nThe message that you bring,\nThey'd strew your path with palms;\nHosannahs would they sing.\nStrength superceding faith,\nJoy superceding fear:\nThe Super-Christ has come;\nThe Superman is near. . . ."}, {"page_pdf": 67, "page_imprimee": "65", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.67", "texte": "TO A NEGRO BELLE\nYou make me dream of distant tropic climes,\nLuxurious vegetation; nights serene\nBy burning passion made tempestuous,\nThe witching scent of rare exotic flowers\nThat sooth and render sweetly languorous,\nOf music soft and weird, whose savage rhythm\nCompels each fibre of the frame to dance.\nI see you as the princess of an isle\nWhose jungles are replete with beasts of prey,\nAnd whose vast forests ever are alive\nWith cries and frolickings of birds and apes;\nWhose villages of bamboo huts are full\nOf dusky-hued and happy naked people.\ni\nYour simple hearted subjects pay you homage;\nProstrated in the dust, they weirdly chant\nThy praises, even as in my own way,\nI sing your praises, sweet, exotic princess.\nOh, let me enter your enchanted realm,\nAnd make of me your happy, humble slave."}, {"page_pdf": 68, "page_imprimee": "66", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.68", "texte": "WALT WHITMAN\nMountain-like he towers, a Matterhorn\nMidst many minor peaks;\nAnd like a mountain, mighty, vast and wild;\nA finger pointing into boundless space,\nA head raised high above the shifting clouds,\nA heart that beats in unison with all,\nAn eye that first beholds the rising sun\nAnd is the last to see her parting glory,\nA clarion-call to freedom,\nA gesture of revolt,\nA world-encircling brotherhood embrace,\nAn exaltation of the lowly,\nA vindication of the truth,\nA glorification of the human body,\nA declaration of the right of all\nTo live, to love, to dare and to do,\nA hymn to life, a rhapsody of joy!"}, {"page_pdf": 69, "page_imprimee": "67", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.69", "texte": "LIFE-LUST\nMy mouth—the mouth of my whole being waters\nFor all the fruit upon the lap of Life;\nThe luscious fruit of Life, (delicious fruit,\nAll running over with the juice of joy.)\nLife seems a banquet and my gourmand senses\nWould gorge themselves with all good things thereof.\nMy taste, my touch, my smell, my sight, my hearing\nWould drink the seasoned vintages of Life,\nAnd relish all Life's rarest fruits and viands.\nContent to go whene'er the feast is over\nContent, the feast was not prepared in vain."}, {"page_pdf": 70, "page_imprimee": "68", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.70", "texte": "ON A TALK OF SPINOZA\nDurant spoke of Spinoza yesterday\nAnd I sat list'ning, feeling, meditating.\nAnd now and ever afterwards will feel\nAnd live and think more deeply than before,\nFor having heard Durant speak of Spinoza.\nSpinoza! what a mighty, mighty name!\nAll Alexanders, Caesars and Napoleons—\nMere specks of dust upon a polished lense,\nCompared to that poor polisher of lenses.\nHe polished lenses for myopic eyes,\nThe world's myopic eyes hath need of them—\nAnd long will need them,—poor myopic world.\nMy own sight seems improved since I have heard\nDurant speak of Spinoza yesterday."}, {"page_pdf": 71, "page_imprimee": "69", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.71", "texte": "THE REVOLT OF THE RAGGED\nWe who have but rags to wear,\nLet us go out on strike\nAnd face the robber-master class\nIn all our naked might.\nDo they not hold that man is made\nIn the image of his God?\nSo we refuse to desecrate\nThe image of their God.\nNo longer will we soil our limbs,\nThese beautiful, these wondrous limbs\nWith filthy, fetid rags.\nWhere is the beast so wild,\nThe reptile or the worm so base in kind,\nWould not disdain the rags \"creation's kings\"\nDisgrace their bodies with?\nOh be not shocked at our forced nakedness,\nYe masters who refuse to clothe your slaves.\nDo you not steal the wool that we have shorn,\nThe cloth we weave, the garments that we made?\nYou stole our clothes, behold us naked now.\nLet us arise and from our bodies tear\nThe fetid uniform that brands us slaves.\nIn countless masses let us rally forth\nAnd through each pore of our free body shout\nOur right to life, to liberty, and joy."}, {"page_pdf": 72, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.72", "texte": "I'VE SEEN A PRINCESS\nI've read of princesses in fairy tales\nAnd I have sometimes dreamed of princesses\nBut not until to-day have I beheld,\nBeheld or ever spoken to a princess.\nYes, I have seen and spoken to a princess\nIn body and in mind; in thought and gesture,\nIndeed, in every way a perfect princess.\nSince I am not some mighty potentate\nIn whom it would not seem as sheer presumption\nTo lay his heart and domains at her feet,\nWould I at least could be a humble page\nForever in attendance on his princess,\nTo serve her and to worship her in silence,\nAnd be allowed as wages for his hire\nTo breathe within the shadow of her charms.\nBut though my princess be reality,\nMy hopes, my aspirations, my desires,\nAlas, are dreams, mere dreams, alas, mere dreams."}, {"page_pdf": 73, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.73", "texte": "THE GREAT DISCARD\nI see a mighty junk-heap rising high,\nOld bibles, crosses, crescents, six-point stars\nAnd other symbols, idol's fetiches—\nThe bloody tools of greed and superstition,\nThat have tormented man for centuries,\nDisfiguring his body and his mind.\nI see the flags of all the various nations,\nIn whose defense men slaughtered one another\nUpon this junk-heap also ; and the books\nWherein the laws are writ, that give to man\nThe power over man;\nAnd all the institutions that have helped\nTo make of man an abject slave or tyrant,\nThese, too, are on this junk-heap."}, {"page_pdf": 74, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.74", "texte": "THE SCULPTOR'S RHAPSODY\nI am a God!\nI am drunk with the joy of creating.\nAt my touch form comes out of chaos.\nWith a handful of clay I build monuments,\nVaster than the pyramids,\nMore mysterious than the Sphinx,\nAs startling as the Colossus of Rhodes.\nMy statues are austere as ancient cathedrals,\nTheir silhouette effaces the sky,\nTheir shadows engulf entire cities.\nI am a God!\nI am drunk with the joy of creating."}, {"page_pdf": 75, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.75", "texte": "ATAVISM\nO, have you ever heard the gutter's call?\nE'er felt the strange attraction of the sewer?\nOr ceded to the urge from underneath,\nTo wallow in the mire, to plunge, to sink\nInto the frightful abyss of perdition?\nWere you e'er tempted from some siren's lips,\nTo cull the bliss, you know, is venomous?\nOr did you feel the satanic desire,\nTo soil and mutilate the sacred image\nOf that ideal you worshiped all your life?\nIt is the atavistic voice that's waking,\nThe dormant beast in you. Beware! Beware!"}, {"page_pdf": 76, "page_imprimee": "74", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.76", "texte": "TO ONE WHO COULD NOT LOVE\nI\nYou told me that you love the water,\nThe cascades' roaring, rushing water,\nThe rivers' gently flowing water,\nThe pools' mysterious silent water,\nThe erring brooklets' whisp'ring water,\nThe oceans' moaning, hissing water,\nThe oceans' seething, sighing water,\nIt's thundering, carressing water.\nMy love for you is also as the water,\nThe roaring, rushing, silent, whisp'ring water.\nThe thundering, the seething, sighing water.\nOh, love me, for my love is like the water,\nDid you not tell me that you love the water?"}, {"page_pdf": 77, "page_imprimee": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.77", "texte": "II\nI've been a profligate till now,\nHave squandered of the treasures of my heart\nIn reckless fashion.\nHenceforth my beloved,\nEach precious scrap of love,\nEach feeling, thought or passion,\nIs yours alone.\nMy very life is yours."}, {"page_pdf": 78, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.78", "texte": "III\nYou sometime make me dream of fair Granada,\nOf olden days of Moorish reign and glory;\nAt other times you make me feel the gloom\nOf Christian Spain, sepulchral and morose.\nYou are as the Alhambra when you smile,\nGold-tinted, graceful, radiating joy.\nBut when you frown or are indifferent,\nThen like to the Escurial you are,\nDepressing, full of sombreness and chill."}, {"page_pdf": 79, "page_imprimee": "77", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.79", "texte": "IV\nI strolled through lonely by-paths in the park,\nIt was the hour, it was the mystic hour,\nWhen 'tis no longer day, nor yet is night.\nWhen o'er all nature hangs a solemn hush,\nAnd everything is peaceful and serene.\nAnd thus I strolled along and thought of her—\nAnd then I sat upon a rustic bench\nAnd thought of her,—and only thought of her.\nAnd o'ver all nature hung a solemn hush;\nAnd I was sad, and it was growing dark.\nAnd as I sat there on the rustic bench\nClose by to me I heard two voices speak.\nThey spoke Italian. Softly did they speak,\nAnd there was sadness in their voices too.\nOne spoke of Beatrice as angel might\nHave spoken of the queen of all the heavens;\nThe other spoke of Laura as a bard\nWould speak of her who might have been the queen,—\nThe queen of every kingdom of the earth.\nI turned my head and seated by my side\nI saw the sad, illustrious Tuscan bards,\nThe requiem of whose unrequited love\nReverberates throughout eternity.\nI did not rise and go, but kept my place.\nIs not my love as great as was their love?\nAnd is not she as beautiful, as cold,\nAs hopelessly indifferent and cold,\nAs ever Beatrice and Laura were?\nAnd so I also spoke about my love,\nThen we were silent sitting side by side.\nUpon that rustic bench in Central Park,\nAlong a lonesome by-path in the park."}, {"page_pdf": 80, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.80", "texte": "It was the hour, it was that mystic hour\nWhen 'tis no longer day nor yet is night;\nAnd o'er all nature hangs a solemn hush,\nAnd everything is peaceful and serene.\nThen they both went away so quietly\nThat I was unaware that they had gone\nUntil I turned my head and saw them not."}, {"page_pdf": 81, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.81", "texte": "V\nMy heart is like a man condemned to death,\nWho in the corner of his gloomy cell\nHugs one last spark of hope.\nBright as a diamond in the dark of night,\nAnd as a diamond difficult to crush,\nIs this last spark of hope."}, {"page_pdf": 82, "page_imprimee": "80", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.82", "texte": "VI\nSince Orpheus with the magic of his music,\nCould charm the wildest beast, why could not I\nEnthrall you with the music of my love?\nIs not love's music magical enough,\nOr is your heart stone deaf?\nEven if so!\nI will perform a miracle and cause\nYour heart to hear love's music."}, {"page_pdf": 83, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.83", "texte": "VII\nAnd even if you loved me not,\nIf you but knew the pain I feel\nWhen you but breathe a word that's harsh,\nWhen you betray the faintest frown;\nAnd when you mock me for my love,\nOr chide me for the least caress,\nIf you but knew the pain I feel.\nAye, even if you loved me not,\nYou ne'er would frown at me or mock\nMy love for you, or harshly speak,\nOr bid me not to kiss your hand;\nInstead you'd treat me as a child,\nYou'd treat me as a child that's sick,\nAnd patiently you would submit\nTo my caress; you would allow\nMy feverish hands to stroke your hair,\nMy quivering lips to kiss your brow,\nMy famished eyes to feast on you,\nAnd my delirious heart to spin:\nTo spin a spider's web of love,\nTo make your heart its captive fly.\nAye, even if you loved me not,\nIf you but knew the pain I feel,\nWhene'er I think you love me not,\nYou'd treat me as a little child;\nYou'd tell me love's sweet fairy tale,\nI will believe love's fairy tale.\nPlease tell me love's sweet fairy tale,\nAye, even if you love me not."}, {"page_pdf": 84, "page_imprimee": "82", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.84", "texte": "VIII\nThe sun is warm and bright,\nAll nature sings;\nThe song of love and life is in the air,\nThe flowing waters and the rolling hills,\nThe grass we tread upon, the birds that fly,\n'Hie humming insects, aye, all men, all beasts,\nAll things are happy in the sun's caress.\nBut in my heart, in my unhappy heart,\nThe icy blast of winter still persists,\nAnd desolation reigns.\nYour frown obliterates the sun for me,\nAnd your indifference is worse than death.\nAnd in my heart, in my unhappy heart,\nDire desolation reigns."}, {"page_pdf": 85, "page_imprimee": "83", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.85", "texte": "IX\nThis is the tale of an unhappy sculptor,\nA shaft of marble radiantly white,\nWhose adamantine substance would not yield\nTo the impassioned efforts of the sculptor.\nThe chisel struck the irresponsive rock\nAgain, again, again, but all in vain\nUntil at last discouraged and exhausted\nHe sinks down at the foot of this cold stone.\nThat might have been a living Galathea,\nBut is alas the tombstone of Pygmalion."}, {"page_pdf": 86, "page_imprimee": "84", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.86", "texte": "X\nIt was a sepulchre I have been wooing:\nFair to behold was she and seeming warm,\nBut deep within as cold as death itself,\nAnd to love's fervent pleadings irresponsive;\nAye, even as the tomb.\nDeaf to the voice of poetry and love,\nAlas! she's doubly deaf.\nIt was a sepulchre I have been wooing."}, {"page_pdf": 87, "page_imprimee": "85", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191309-01.1.87", "texte": "The October issue of THE\nGLEBE will present 44 \"The\nAzure Adder,\" a one-act comedy\nby Charles Demuth.\n\nSubscription price per year, $3.00"}]}