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The Rose

© Jean Valentine

Then god the mother said to Jim, in a dream,
Never mind you, Jim,
come rest again on the country porch of my knees.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no

Young Woman

© Howard Nemerov

Naked before the glass she said,
“I see my body as no man has,
Nor any shall unless I wed
And naked in a stranger’s house
Stand timid beside his bed.
There is no pity in the flesh.”

Constantinople

© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Greiv'd at a view which strikes vpon my Mind
The short liv'd Vanity of Human kind
In Gaudy Objects I indulge my Sight,
And turn where Eastern Pomp gives gay delight.

Mary Shelley in Brigantine

© Stephen Dunn

Because the ostracized experience the world
in ways peculiar to themselves, often seeing it
clearly yet with such anger and longing
that they sometimes enlarge what they see,
she at first saw Brigantine as a paradise for gulls.
She must be a horseshoe crab washed ashore.

Sonnet CIV: To me, fair friend, you never can be old

© William Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

The Snow-Shower

© William Cullen Bryant

Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,

On the lake below, thy gentle eyes;

Father and Son

© Delmore Schwartz

FRANZ KAFKA
Father:
On these occasions, the feelings surprise,
Spontaneous as rain, and they compel
Explicitness, embarrassed eyes——

Sonnet XXX: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought

© William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

Bridal Song

© George Chapman

O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!

Come, naked Virtues only tire,

A High-Toned Old Christian Woman

© Edwin Muir

Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.

Take the moral law and make a nave of it

Liberty

© Archibald MacLeish

When liberty is headlong girl
And runs her roads and wends her ways
Liberty will shriek and whirl
Her showery torch to see it blaze.

Kin

© Jon Anderson

You left me to force strangers
Into brother molds, exacting
Taxations they never
Owed or could ever pay.

from Figs and Thistles: First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!

[Long Neglect Has Worn Away]

Long neglect has worn away
Half the sweet enchanting smile;
Time has turned the bloom to gray;
Mold and damp the face defile.

Song of the Two Crows

I sing of Morrisville
(if you call this cry
a song). I
(if you call this painful

© Hart Crane

The willows carried a slow sound,
A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.
I could never remember
That seething, steady leveling of the marshes
Till age had brought me to the sea.