Business poems
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The Seafarer
© Ezra Pound
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
Hardship endured oft.
Bitter breast-cares have I abided,
Atherton's Gambit
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Master played the bishops pawn,
For jest, while Atherton looked on;
The master played this way and that,
And Atherton, amazed thereat,
The Deserted Village
© Oliver Goldsmith
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay:
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade;
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed can never be supplied.
The Bistro Styx
© Rita Dove
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness
as she paused just inside the double
glass doors to survey the room, silvery cape
billowing dramatically behind her.What's this,
False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood
© James A. Emanuel
Their craft and strength I test
and mine
at the chopping block.
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror
© John Ashbery
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,
The Death Of Art
© Emanuel Xavier
Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.
-critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam poetry "the death of art.
Walking With Angels
© Emanuel Xavier
AIDS
knows the condom wrapped penetration
of strangers and lovers, deep inside
only a tear away from risk
