Unit 5: Vocabulary from Readings 3

Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question

Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin

I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps
so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep...tired...or it malingers

Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

Hands that can grasp, eyes
that can dilate, hair that can rise
if it must

When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
do not admire what
we cannot understand

nor is it valid
to discriminate against “business documents and

school-books”; all these phenomena are important.

One must make a distinction
however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry

nor till the poets among us can be
“literalists of
the imagination”—above
insolence and triviality and can present

for inspection, “imaginary gardens with real toads in them,” shall we have
it.

nor till the poets among us can be
“literalists of
the imagination”—above
insolence and triviality and can present

for inspection, “imaginary gardens with real toads in them,” shall we have
it.