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    The Three Hills, and Other Poems
    The Three Hills, and Other Poems
    The Three Hills, and Other Poems
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    The Three Hills, and Other Poems

    By John Collings Squire and Charles Baudelaire

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    Release dateNov 15, 2013
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      The Three Hills, and Other Poems - John Collings Squire

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Three Hills, by

      John Collings Squire and Charles Baudelaire

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: The Three Hills

      And other Poems

      Author: John Collings Squire

      Charles Baudelaire

      Release Date: July 5, 2011 [EBook #36620]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE THREE HILLS ***

      Produced by Marc D'Hooghe & Andrea Ballat http://www.freeliterature.org

      THE THREE HILLS

      AND OTHER POEMS

      BY

      J.C. SQUIRE

      LONDON: HOWARD LATIMER LTD.

      GREAT QUEEN STREET, KINGSWAY

      MCMXIII

      TO

      FRANCIS BURROWS

      CONTENTS

      ANTINOMIES ON A RAILWAY STATION

      THE THREE HILLS

      A CHANT

      ARTEMIS ALTERA

      STARLIGHT

      FLORIAN'S SONG

      DIALOGUE

      CREPUSCULAR

      AT NIGHT

      FOR MUSIC

      THE ROOF

      TREETOPS

      IN THE PARK

      SONG

      TOWN

      A MEMORIAL

      FRIENDSHIP'S GARLAND —I

      —II

      —III

      LINES ON THE EARTHLY PARADISE

      ECHOES

      THE FUGITIVE

      IN THE ORCHARD

      IN A CHAIR

      A DAY

      THE MIND OF MAN

      A REASONABLE PROTESTATION

      EPILOGUE

      TWELVE TRANSLATIONS FROM CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

      TOUT ENTIÈRE

      THE ALCHEMY OF GRIEF

      SPLEEN

      A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA

      THE CRACKED BELL

      THE OFFENDED MOON

      TO THEODORE BANVILLE, 1984

      MUSIC

      THE CATS

      THE SADNESS OF THE MOON

      MOESTA ET ERRABUNDA

      THE OWLS

      Many of the above poems have appeared in the British Review, the Eye-Witness, the New Witness, the Oxford and Cambridge Review, the New Statesman, and the New Age, to the Editors of which thanks are due for permission to reprint. Three of the short poems and most of the translations are extracted from an earlier volume.

      ANTINOMIES ON A RAILWAY STATION

      As I stand waiting in the rain

      For the foggy hoot of the London train,

      Gazing at silent wall and lamp

      And post and rail and platform damp,

      What is this power that comes to my sight

      That I see a night without the night,

      That I see them clear, yet look them through,

      The silvery things and the darkly blue,

      That the solid wall seems soft as death,

      A wavering and unanchored wraith,

      And rails that shine and stones that stream

      Unsubstantial as a dream?

      What sudden door has opened so,

      What hand has passed, that I should know

      This moving vision not of trance

      That melts the globe of circumstance,

      This sight that marks not least or most

      And makes a stone a passing ghost?

      Is it that a year ago

      I stood upon this self-same spot;

      Is it that since a year ago

      The place and I have altered not;

      Is it that I half forgot,

      A year ago, and all despised

      For a space the things that I had prized:

      The race of life, the glittering show?

      Is it that now a year has passed

      Of vain pursuit of glittering things,

      Of fruitless searching, shouting, running,

      And greedy lies and candour cunning,

      Here as I stand the year above

      Sudden the heats and the strivings fail

      And fall away, a fluctuant veil,

      And the fixed familiar stones restore

      The old appearance-buried core,

      The moveless and essential me,

      The eternal personality

      Alone enduring first and last?

      No, this I have known in other ways,

      In other places, other days.

      Not only here, on this one peak,

      Do fixity and beauty speak

      Of the delusiveness of change,

      Of the transparency of form,

      The bootless stress of minds that range,

      The awful calm behind the storm.

      In many places, many days,

      The invaded soul receives the rays

      Of countries she was nurtured in,

      Speaks in her silent language strange

      To that beyond which is her kin.

      Even in peopled streets at times

      A metaphysic arm is thrust

      Through the partitioning fabric thin,

      And tears away the darkening pall

      Cast by the bright phenomenal,

      And clears the obscured spirit's mirror

      From shadows of deceptive

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