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The Stars Are

© Samuel Menashe

Why sigh for a star
Better bay at the moon
Better bay at the moon . . .
Oh moon, moon, moon

It was a' for our Rightful King

© Robert Burns

It was a' for our rightful king
That we left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightful king
We e'er saw Irish land,
My dear,
We e'er saw Irish land.

Movement Song

© Elizabeth Daryush

I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck

moving away from me

Cheerios

© Billy Collins

One bright morning in a restaurant in Chicago
as I waited for my eggs and toast,
I opened the Tribune only to discover
that I was the same age as Cheerios.

Part for the Whole

© Robert Francis

When others run to windows or out of doors
To catch the sunset whole, he is content
With any segment anywhere he sits.

Eagle Poem

© Joy Harjo

To pray you open your whole self

To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon

Surprised by Joy

© André Breton

Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind

I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom

Character of the Happy Warrior

Hirto corde gigni quosdam homines proditur, neque alios fortioris esse industriae, sicut Aristomenen Messenium qui trecentos occidit Lacedaemonios ...
—Plinii, Naturalis Historia XI. Ixx.
The guards sleep they breathe uneven
Conversation with the
Trees the sharp cicadas
And knots of pine the flames
Have stirred to talk: their light

July in Washington

© Robert Lowell

The stiff spokes of this wheel?

touch the sore spots of the earth.??

The Anniversary

© John Donne

All Kings, and all their favourites,

All glory of honours, beauties, wits,

A Substance in a Cushion

© Gertrude Stein

The change of color is likely and a difference a very little difference is prepared. Sugar is not a vegetable.
Callous is something that hardening leaves behind what will be soft if there is a genuine interest in there being present as many girls as men. Does this change. It shows that dirt is clean when there is a volume.
A cushion has that cover. Supposing you do not like to change, supposing it is very clean that there is no change in appearance, supposing that there is regularity and a costume is that any the worse than an oyster and an exchange. Come to season that is there any extreme use in feather and cotton. Is there not much more joy in a table and more chairs and very likely roundness and a place to put them.
A circle of fine card board and a chance to see a tassel.

Edges

© Allen Tate

I’ve often wondered why she laughed

On thinking why I wondered so;

Symphony of a Mexican Garden

© Grace Hazard Conkling

But all across the trudging ragged chords
That are the tangled grasses in the heat,
The mariposa lilies fluttering
Like trills upon some archangelic flute,

Recreation

Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.

The Bat

Reading in bed, full of sentiment

for the mild evening and the children

Wingfoot Lake

© Rita Dove

to God.) Where she came from
was the past, 12 miles into town
where nobody had locked their back door,
and Goodyear hadn’t begun to dream of a park
under the company symbol, a white foot
sprouting two small wings.