Samuel Greenberg: American Poet

I've been ill amongst my fellow kind
And yet have borne with me joys
That few sought its indulgence Bind
As dreams that press meditation's
Wanton coys, o'er desired revelation
Religeon's chariot halted for my thought
Art bowed, showed its infinite tongues
Of charm, science hailed its width
Of semetry, doubting conscience
Concentration, and behave, The beam
Of Fire from the sun cast mine own
To slumBer in imagination of spheres
Under the heavens of moon like shapes
Mine eyelids shut, I fell into unfelt realms

The motion of gathering loops of Water
Must either Burst - or remain in a moment
The violet colours Through the glass
Throw up - little swellings that appear
And spatter - as soon as another strikes
And is Born - so pure are they of coloured
Hues that we feel the absent strength of
its power - when they Begin - they gather
Like sand on the Beach - each buble
Contains a complete eye of water.

In our Bible, the dream of Samuel is death,
As the clouds consume his form and bare him to Heaven--
The song from colored birds so lyric and sweet
We feel ourselves no more, and pray:
"Thus be it Heaven Heavenly. "
The tales of Christ and Moses feel sacred through their Godly power
Of beauty, angels in their discipline kept
Where the clouds are not on view; we pray:
"Thus be it Heaven Heavenly! "

When first I beheld
The sight of self alone,
Here standing upon a floor--
A new sensitive throne--
By dark corners round
I shaded myself, in hope
That some light or people
Would be seen through a grate.
But by the might of pictures
Each sighted object looked
As if my soul was but a fortune--
To its memory, meaning booked.

The apparent gale, vaned in winding storms
Has filled the air with hail and mystic frost
The peaceful alley through bowing elms revealed
Pregnant buds, where spring has failed the lewd heart
Darkness over the ocean's deep was offering moonlight
Movable, silver, vanishing waves that enrolled
The wild summer blossom that in sanguine
Peace bared the ray of gold; until bronze
Shades of autumn quietly lowered a
Humble veil upon the ground in preservation --
Thick clouds that separate over the
Spotless blue of glazing greys. A simple
Tint vanishes, as the storm of fusion
Displays the shocking flood that vapors have gathered

By a peninsula, the painter sat and
Sketched the uneven vally groves
The apostle gave alms to the
Meek, the valcano burst
In fusive sulphor and hurled
Rocks and ore into the air
Heaven's sudden change at
The drawing tempestious
Darkening shade of Dense clouded Hues
The wanderer soon chose
His spot of rest, they bore the
Chosen hero upon their shoulders
Whom they strangly admired - as,
The Beach tide Summer of people desired,

But only to be memories of spiritual gate
Leting us feel the difference from the real
Are not limits the sooth to formulate
Theories thereof, simply our ruler to feel?
Basques of statuets of Eruptions long ago,
Of power in semetry, marvel of thought
The crafts attempt, showing rare aspiration
The museums of the ancient fine stones
For bowels and cups, found Historians
Sacred adorations, the numismatist hath shown
But only to be memories of spiritual gate
Leting us feel, the difference from the real
Are not limits, the sooth to formulate
Theories thereof, simply our ruler to feel?,

An age of wisdom sought knowledge to
Enliven its immortality through scriptures
Of classics, The scholar apprehends
Foriegn laws of astrology, and strays to
Original pursuit. The artist never fails
In attempt of reflection's value
The astronomer follows closely his
Trail across heavens width, the apostle
Reigns o'er the community in conveying
His thoughtful discipline, through
Speech, the orator follows the universe
And refrains the laws of the people.
From this acquired and creative philosophy,
The poet sings through Hypocrene's urge solicitously,

Poet o soul! hast thou within thy wing the raise
That nature doth disown, with complete color
The enlightening beat of Heaven's plausive royalty
As the clouds in their nudity softly sensate
Uplift the sordid earth from dark slumBer
And deviate spirits mystic wooB
Creat animations about the hidden angles
Regulate love, in lofty nobles helm,
Conquer, but to unconquer selfs tomb
Knight the command of universal thought
Thou who art the stream of souls flow.
O Lyre ne'er can'st thou forgive praise
For joy Hides its stupendous coverings
The quality of senses creat and overthrow

That from nowhere settles impressions
Gleam O thou dost aid the muse
Below, to drain his soulful
Desire, from the strings of thy
All power, and sudden claim
The deep romance of spiritual
Guide, the never ceasing fluttering
Bird, of forest and eagle high
The horizon hues, give vent
To thousand Lofty thoughts of poetry
The flowting marBle like clouds
Form incomprehensive molds
But the lowly eye views this all
And, From within, peals its classic melancholy folds

The marble walls held the dim sky sHadows
That were strangly woven in grays
Silhouette set the scepters roveing
Into the half mediums of real
'Lumination, music set qualities
Above sentiment. the dreamer called
The orient from illusions feignly proof
Form but dimly prominento colour
The night lamps fought the powerful sHade
Mythology helped the modern life upbraid
O sunset o golden, thou who tends
The farthest heavenly width to rest
From observation, the elegy's lore
Hath set memory, o'er unmersion's quest,

The blue faded purple Horizon mount
Seemed to bellow the vallies in mists
Of enriching ensueing divine shadowings
Where may this be? perhaps unpopulated
Crags of stepping rocks, where thought
Slumbers, inhaled thought, unbearing
Real earth, that refines, e'en the insects muse
Royality defies the haunt they chose
Therein mingles wild prespective charms
As immortelle's thorny entangled growth
Mongst the field of oaks pressing steep
Twilight's vail, Milky way's fence, the deep
Lionized eagle hisses o'er this scene
Birds, wild swans, glide paly o'er a charming stream

The summit where I sat flowed a tide
Below a hill, that of pure green water
Filled the lowly place refresHing air
that weaved the heaven's blue - naught
to say, sharp luminous light in blowing
ABnormal holy masses of unsettled dew
Proud to withhold an earth of lovly quality
Like their own as messenger of thousand
Rainbows entangled to regulate, the inner Hue
When perfectly deceived of, its placid, unspoted
Surface, seems never to have been
Cleared, when facing its downward course
Upon our inocent weak dimed speck like
Stains, called eyes of this focus so wide and unseen

O covering hem, my life to thee
Refuses to exHalt of such powerful
Scale, though full of its half plead
relate its charm's through meditation,
Mold therein, seeing truth of values
quaint tonal sprays sensual gray
Like streams through half shadows
Or silver reflection's under crystal Brooks
through clouded mixed dust asorted, as
Near the equator, moon mingles with
the Rays of the sun, as shells Between
Sandy nooks, waves of salt covers stir
Then glissening from their hidden sides
Still feigned seekers, shall feel its Brand

Night! the lute as daylight But dim
A cloister strangly near a hill
Rang the evening chimes of prayor
The shadows of the miniature lamps
Shaped strange unseen, frightful creatures
Of horrid ghosts, vailed in pale caps
The solitude teeming in its hush
Let the unseen noises of insects clear
Buzz in their melancholy wiery hum
Dreams are short, But their Beauties are
Rare, night is long, causes thought
Its Freedom, of Fantasie to acquire
The grey demon clouds covered Heaven
Which hid the moon, but stars retreating fought

The perfect gauge can irragulate prophecy
'Pon serious tempo, blame serene ratio
As strong adHered charm does to love!
The venus hid midst the repelled poets
Drilling their brains, in beaten Headaches
Whistling of a being is course to insects
As lulling indolence to impression
Content hath found the bible a waste
thought has its independence, but
when displayed, seeks enother, to
Cover its dignity of creation, for sustainance
O life! no sacrafice for thee, but thy
Own wound of repulsive pleasures within
Through, the deep vallies of glorifieing mirth, my soul ray Hence

He nither wrote, nor uttered murmer at wonder
But grew 'pon his rich riegning lofty desire,
And hung the earth, pon each fadeing fancy
Pressing nothing, that he noble can Lyre,
But can afterward use, when beauty
Doth hinder, its pregnant aptonized lore
He sat as an extricable prisoner bound
To essence, that he sought to emancipate
Kept pounding an envil of generation core
And exchanged his soul a thousand ways
At the rate of centuries unfelt round
As though cloud repeats cloud through days
Or nocturnal heavens beaten lights
That mock the day, from suspence of Hights

a Dark scarlet robe - covered the Body
As he layed near in a monastery Cellar Door
Holy spirit of death - swayed o'er him,
A plaintive seen skull features sunk
That Frightens the life - in the witness
The gauzy jet Black veil - in the grey Shadowed
doorlight. The extinguished form lay in dignity
Against. the wall. and the low and High coners
In shadows were ghastly adhered, around the pillars
Of Iron, Placid skeleton, - thrown to the cold sand
Bottom, Forgotten and unrecognizeable were he lay
At Midnight, strange - we often share the unexplained wonder.

The etude of the soul - is in regard to truth of Daily life
The Bent to relief - the wakeing mind -
Shakes all in sciences, and is as raw as Nature
But the trembling treasure, revealments, lend us
The power - as daylight does, that repeats
As we concentrate, we accumalate theories
By infinite varieties - through - spiritual insight
The ease through research, are like moon and Piano
The training of animals Direct a moral
In Discovery - we find - Who last prays:

I sat upon a rock, viewing Nature wide. Ere my plant
In secret hides this wild peace, our thought must bid;
We curious selves lie fathoms underneath, though
Holy discipline and wisdom's joy cannot shake the placid heart.
Disdain to climb, as tender as death - and time thus vanished,
Our angel's breath is felt - vision of our orbs through aimless rest.
The trembling heart has its limits divine, through light of man
Bares to fact and this heaven of grains, at last a sunshine
Sending its remains, silently doth ever toil, heaves an ocean,
As thy mind refuses to accept impression to satisfy;
In our fast travels and seeming blossom ne'er prove we by
Such mystic worth o'erhangs the might of powers disabled and shorn.
A voice exclaimed: "Love! wither wend we, O tiny children?"
This thrown door, eternally born, and germ home to be content with
May be a mark of century conduct, so brilliantly formed,
Lasts but within a poet's reach, in Nature's conquest left here,
Assuming danger and infinite silence through earthly fear - too pure
To feel asunder, sharing with starlike specks at night this uncertain force of wonder.

Behold all this jagged beauty; I bare the test alone of perfection too imperfect.
The choir spirit in order weaves its own gauge in the song of life.
O detail! must thou trail endless, as fables of yore forever create
Harmonies, while we breathe broad and simple? We pray to this
Abandoned universe; that critic looms high in chaos, whether it contains
Sensual or divine restriction . . . Or perhaps the infinite charm is cursed.