Produced by Meredith Bach, Diane Monico, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) THE TEMPERS THE TEMPERS BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LONDON ELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREET M CM XIII TO CARLOS HOHEB CONTENTS PAGE Peace on Earth 7 Postlude 8 First Praise 9 Homage 10 The Fool's Song 11 From "The Birth of Venus," Song 12 Immortal 13 Mezzo Forte 14 An After Song 15 Crude Lament 16 The Ordeal 17 The Death of Franco of Cologne: His Prophecy of Beethoven 18 Portent 21 Con Brio 22 Ad Infinitum 23 Translations from the Spanish, "El Romancero" 24 Hic Jacet 30 Contemporania 31 To wish Myself Courage 32 Peace on Earth The Archer is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven-- Sleep safe till to-morrow. The Bears are abroad! The Eagle is screaming! Gold against blue Their eyes are gleaming! Sleep! Sleep safe till to-morrow. The Sisters lie With their arms intertwining; Gold against blue Their hair is shining! The Serpent writhes! Orion is listening! Gold against blue His sword is glistening! Sleep! There is hunting in heaven-- Sleep safe till to-morrow. Postlude Now that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished masonry, Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances, Ripples at Philae, in and out, And lips, my Lesbian, Wall flowers that once were flame. Your hair is my Carthage And my arms the bow, And our words arrows To shoot the stars Who from that misty sea Swarm to destroy us. But you there beside me-- Oh how shall I defy you, Who wound me in the night With breasts shining Like Venus and like Mars? The night that is shouting Jason When the loud eaves rattle As with waves above me Blue at the prow of my desire. First Praise