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    Dark Soil
    Dark Soil
    Dark Soil
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    Dark Soil

    By Arthur Stringer

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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "Dark Soil" by Arthur Stringer. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateAug 16, 2022
    ISBN8596547187202
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      Book preview

      Dark Soil - Arthur Stringer

      Arthur Stringer

      Dark Soil

      EAN 8596547187202

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: [email protected]

      Table of Contents

      THE EARTHQUAKE

      THE SKY-WRITER

      MAN AND WOMAN

      TWO IN A MEADOW

      MAPLE LEAVES IN OCTOBER

      PHILOSOPHIES

      THE VICTOR

      A SUMMER NIGHT

      APPLE BLOSSOMS

      THE TOBOGGAN

      AUTUMN

      ONE NIGHT IN THE NORTHWEST

      THE DEAD ASTRONOMER

      THE SHADOW

      WINTER LUMBERMEN

      THE CLASH

      THE WOLF-CALL

      THE SOD-BREAKER

      A SON IS BORN

      MILKWEED

      HOME THOUGHTS

      THE PILOT

      SOME DAY, O SEEKER OF DREAMS

      CHAINS

      BLACK HOURS

      SAPPHO’S TOMB

      I

      II

      III

      IV

      V

      VI

      VII

      BEFORE RENEWAL

      HILLTOP HOURS

      THE DRUMS

      ANESTHESIA

      THE WILD SWANS PASS

      AT NOTRE DAME

      I

      II

      DOORS

      SPRING FLOODS

      THE TURN OF THE YEAR

      IF I LOVE YOU

      WHAT SHALL I CARE?

      HUNTER AND HUNTED

      I

      II

      ULTIMATA

      YOU BID ME TO SLEEP

      THE HOUSE OF LIFE

      THE LAST OF SUMMER

      AT CHARING-CROSS

      PRESCIENCE

      I

      II

      THE STEEL WORKERS

      THE CHILDREN

      THE WILD GEESE

      THE DAY

      I

      II

      THE REVOLT

      MARCH TWILIGHT

      FACES

      THERE IS STRENGTH IN THE SOIL

      LIFE-DRUNK

      MY HEART STOOD EMPTY

      DREAMERS

      THE QUESTION

      I

      II

      THE GIFT OF HATE

      THE DREAM

      ONE ROOM IN MY HEART

      THE VEIL

      THE MAN OF DREAMS

      APRIL ON THE RIALTO

      THE PASSING

      PROTESTATIONS

      I SAT IN THE SUNLIGHT

      AN AFTERWORD

      DARK SOIL

      THE EARTHQUAKE

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      The old giant drowsed

      With his bones in the sun.

      Over the sleeper,

      So stolid and wrinkled and still,

      The pigmies swarmed

      With their cobwebs of steel

      And their trickles of stone.

      For all time, said the pigmy swarm,

      These things shall endure!

      The tired old giant,

      Where a flurry of cities freckled his skin,

      Moved a muscle,

      And sighed,

      And resumed his sleep.

      THE SKY-WRITER

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      I saw the crowd in the noonday street

      Stand with uplifted faces,

      Reverent and oddly silent.

      And for a fleeting moment I wondered

      If men still sought for God.

      But the thing that held them rapt

      Was a sky-writer, weaving his letters of smoke,

      High up in the limitless azure,—

      Zooming and wheeling and banking again,

      A lonely mote in the blue,

      In the infinite blue

      Where an Angel’s wings might hover

      Or a Prophet sit on a cloud:

      Yet ’twas nothing more than a man,

      A goggled man and a motor,

      Where God should have been.

      MAN AND WOMAN

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      A rind of light hangs low

      On the rim of the world;

      A sound of feet disturbs

      The quiet of the cell

      And proclaims the awaited guard

      Where a rope and a beam looms high

      At the end of the yard.

      But in the lightening dusk

      Of that walled yard waits a woman;

      And as the Thing from its cell,

      Still shackled and bruised and bound,

      Crosses that pitiful space,

      Silent, for ten brief steps,

      A woman hangs on his neck.

      And that walk from a cell to a sleep

      Is commonly known as Life,

      And those lingering ten

      Reluctant steps

      Of tangled rapture and tears

      Is known as Love to men.

      TWO IN A MEADOW

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      Below me,

      In the blue-shadowed valley,

      I see a far-off scythe-man

      Felling his swathes of grain.

      From side to side he swings

      On a tilted shelf of gold,

      And

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