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The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
"I am always sure that you understand
My feelings, always sure that you feel,
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.

Katie

© Henry Timrod

It may be through some foreign grace,

And unfamiliar charm of face;

The Afterlife: Letter to Sam Hamill

© Hayden Carruth

You may think it strange, Sam, that I'm writing

a letter in these circumstances. I thought

North

© Seamus Justin Heaney

I returned to a long strand,
the hammered curve of a bay,
and found only the secular
powers of the Atlantic thundering.

“Any fool can get into an ocean . . .”

© Jack Spicer

Any fool can get into an ocean

But it takes a Goddess

Sir, Say no More

© Trumbull Stickney

Sir, say no more.
Within me ’t is as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my mind’s poor birds.

A Note Left in Jimmy Leonard’s Shack

© James Wright

Near the dry river’s water-mark we found
Your brother Minnegan,
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.
Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green,
Told me to find you, even in the rain,
And tell you he was drowned.

A Song on the End of the World

© Czeslaw Milosz

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.

Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666

© Anne Bradstreet

Here Follows Some Verses Upon the Burning

of Our house, July 10th. 1666. Copied Out of

Furry Bear

© Alan Alexander Milne

If I were a bear,

And a big bear too,

Crepuscule with Muriel

© Marilyn Hacker

Instead of a cup of tea, instead of a milk-

silk whelk of a cup, of a cup of nearly six

Davy Jones' Door-Bell

© Roald Dahl

A Chant for Boys with Manly Voices

(Every line sung one step deeper than the line preceding)

Summer in a Small Town

Yes, the young mothers are beautiful,
with all the self-acceptance of exhaustion,
still dazed from their great outpouring,
pushing their strollers along the public river walk.