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Songs from the Plays - “When that I was and a little tiny boy”
© William Shakespeare
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Eternity Blues
© Hayden Carruth
I just had the old Dodge in the shop
with that same damned front-end problem,
and I was out, so to speak, for a test run,
Prodigal
© Richard Jones
You could drive out of this country
and attack the world with your ambition,
The End
© Robert Creeley
When I know what people think of me
I am plunged into my loneliness. The grey
Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl
© John Greenleaf Whittier
To the Memory of the Household It Describes
This Poem is Dedicated by the Author
The Waste Carpet
© William Matthews
O California, sportswear
and defense contracts, gasses that induce
deference, high school girls
with their own cars, we wanted
to love you without pain.
A Muse of Water
© John Betjeman
We who must act as handmaidens
To our own goddess, turn too fast,
Trip on our hems, to glimpse the muse
Gliding below her lake or sea,
Are left, long-staring after her,
Narcissists by necessity;
My Erotic Double
© John Ashbery
I said it but I can hide it. But I choose not to.
Thank you. You are a very pleasant person.
Thank you. You are too.
Sonnet CIX: O! never say that I was false of heart
© William Shakespeare
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
Nox Borealis
© Louis Zukofsky
If Socrates drank his portion of hemlock willingly,
if the Appalachians have endured unending ages of erosion,
if the wind can learn to read our minds
and moonlight moonlight as a master pickpocket,
surely we can contend with contentment as our commission.
I know that He exists. (365)
© Emily Dickinson
I know that He exists.
Somewhere – in silence –
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.
Sisters in Arms
© Elizabeth Daryush
Keys jingle in the door ajar threatening
whatever is coming belongs here
I reach for your sweetness
but silence explodes like a pregnant belly
into my face
a vomit of nevers.
Requests for Toy Piano
© Tony Hoagland
Play the one about the family of the ducks
where the ducks go down to the river
and one of them thinks the water will be cold
but then they jump in anyway
and like it and splash around.
The World Is Too Much With Us
© André Breton
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
from Rites of Passage
© Robert Duncan
Irregular meters beat between your heart and mine.
Snuffling the air you take the heat and scan
the lines you take in going as if I were or were not there
and overtake me.
And where it seems but yesterday I spilld the wine,
you too grow beastly to become a man.
Songs from The Beggars Opera: Air XXVII-Green Sleeves
© John Gay
Act III, Scene xiii, Air XXVIIGreen Sleeves
Since laws were made, for every degree,
