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Thissledown

© William Barnes

The thissledown by wind's a-roll'd
In Fall along the zunny plaïn,
Did catch the grass, but lose its hold,
Or cling to bennets, but in vaïn.

To Lucasta, Her Reserved Looks

© Richard Lovelace

Lucasta, frown, and let me die,

But smile, and see, I live;

October

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

The passionate summer's dead! the sky's aglow

With roseate flushes of matured desire,

Under The Locusts

© John Crowe Ransom

WHAT do the old men say,
Sitting out of the sun?
Many strange and common things,
And so would any one.

On A Ruined House In A Romantic Country

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And this reft house is that the which he built,
Lamented Jack! And here his malt he pil'd,
Cautious in vain! These rats that squeak so wild,
Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt.

Name, That Makes My Heart Beat

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Name, that makes my heart beat,
Heard by chance in the throng'd street,
How delighted I turn to greet
The vision adored, the vision rare,

Yellowjackets by Yusef Komunyakaa: American Life in Poetry #154 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-

Here, poet Yusef Komunyakaa, who teaches at New York University, shows us a fine portrait of the hard life of a workerâin this case, a horseâand, through metaphor, the terrible, clumsy beauty of his final moments.

Yellowjackets

Peter Bell The Third

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Is it a party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,
Some sipping punch-some sipping tea;
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent, and all-damned!
Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.

Chemical Analysis

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Shes slender hands and pretty lips,
And seafoam and rosemary.
Her ears are pointed at the tips,
She stayed so long in Fairy.

Salvationists

© Ezra Pound

I
Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection
We shall get ourselves rather disliked.

A Song Prayer

© George MacDonald

Far parted,
Dull-hearted,
We wander, sleep-walking,
Mere shadows, dim-stalking:
Orphans we roam,
Far from home.

O, Time And Change, They Range And Range

O, Time and Change, they range and range

From sunshine round to thunder! -

"I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis"

I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis,
Where a Sazandar's groan resounds
The people cluster on the bridge,
The crowd carpets the whole capital,
While below, the Kuramurmurs.

Song for Australia

There is a land where summer skies
Are gleaming with a thousand dyes
Blending in witching harmonies,

The Primrose of the Rock

The flowers, still faithful to the stems,
Their fellowship renew;
The stems are faithful to the root,
That worketh out of view;
And to the rock the root adheres
In every fibre true.