nds Bob By 41
40 I Have not Written--That You May Read 26
50 The Piano Lives in a Dusk 1
67 I Would Not in the Early Morning 10
76 Years Are Nothing 4
80 Oh, My Little House of Glass 52
88 So We Came Back Again 36
96 You Are the Delphic Oracle 33
118 If Bathing Were a Virtue 7
122 Upstairs There Lies a Sodden Thing 39
126 His Eyes 12
131 I Am Weary 18
134 Listen, My Friend 21
135 In a Tomb of Argolis 64
150 Sounds 29
151 Candle, Candle 15
181 Skeptical Cat 62
182 He's the Remnant of a Suit 60
187 I Do Not Know Very Much 58
191 The Black Bark of a Dog 48
195 Her Soul Was Freckled 55
200 If I Should Enter to his Chamber 45

TO REMY DE GOURMONT

POET, a wreath!--
No matter how we had combined our flowers,
You would have worn them--being ours. . . .
On you, on them, the showers--
O roots beneath!
EMANUEL MORGAN.

PREFACE

THIS volume is the first compilation of the recent experiments in
Spectra. It is the aim of the Spectric group to push the possibilities
of poetic expression into a new region,--to attain a fresh brilliance
of impression by a method not so wholly different from the
methods of Futurist Painting.

An explanation of the term "Spectric" will indicate something of the
nature of the technique which it describes. "Spectric" has, in this
connection, three separate but closely related meanings. In the first
place, it speaks, to the mind, of that process of diffraction by
which are disarticulated the several colored and other rays of which
light is composed. It indicates our feeling that the theme of a
poem is to be regarded as a prism, upon which the colorless white
light of infinite existence falls and is broken up into glowing,
beautiful, and intelligible hues. In its second sense, the term
Spectric relates to the reflex vibrations of physical sight, and
suggests the luminous appearance which is seen after exposure of
the eye to inten