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“Imagine Lucifer . . .”

© Jack Spicer

Imagine Lucifer

An angel without angelness

Satire III

© John Donne

Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids

Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids;

Poste Restante

© Ronald Stuart Thomas

I want you to know how it was,
whether the Cross grinds into dust
under men’s wheels or shines brightly
as a monument to a new era.

So having said, he thus to Eve in few:
"Say, Woman, what is this which thou hast done?"
To whom sad Eve, with shame nigh overwhelm'd,
Confessing soon, yet not before her Judge
Bold or loquacious, thus abash'd replied,
"The Serpent me beguil'd, and I did eat."

Star

© William Stanley Merwin

All the way north on the train the sun

followed me followed me without moving

Love’s Philosophy

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

Penumbra

© Amy Lowell

The old house will guard you,
As I have done.
Its walls and rooms will hold you,
And I shall whisper my thoughts and fancies
As always,
From the pages of my books.

The Wounded Cupid. Song

© Anacreon

Cupid as he lay among

Roses, by a Bee was stung.

from Briggflatts

© Ted Hughes

I

Brag, sweet tenor bull,

Disregard

© Ai

Overhead, the match burns out,

but the chunk of ice in the back seat

Sheep

© Judy Grahn

The first four leaders had broken knees
The four old dams had broken knees
The flock would start to run, then freeze
The first four leaders had broken knees

Her

© Billy Collins

There is no noisier place than the suburbs,
someone once said to me
as we were walking along a fairway,
and every day is delighted to offer fresh evidence: