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Pumberly Pott’s Unpredictable Niece

© Jack Prelutsky

Pumberly Pott’s unpredictable niece
declared with her usual zeal
that she would devour, by piece after piece,
her uncle’s new automobile.

Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic

© Ezra Pound

So-shu dreamed,
And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly,
He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else,

Love in the afternoon

© Ovid

It was very hot. The day had gone just past its noon.
I'd stretched out on a couch to take a nap.
One of the window-shutters was open, one was closed.
The light was like you'd see deep in the woods,

Only the illimitable Permanent
Is here. A Peace stupendous, featureless, still.
Replaces all, - what once was I, in It
A silent unnamed emptiness content
Either to fade in the Unknowable
Or thrill with the luminous seas of the Infinite.

My Autograph

© Susanna Moodie

What—write my name!
How vain the feeble trust,
To be remembered
When the hand is dust—
Grieve rather that the talents freely given
Were used for earth—not treasured up for Heaven!

Bahaman

© Bliss William Carman

To T. B. M.

IN the crowd that thronged the pierhead, come to see their friends take ship

Releasing the Sherpas

© Louis Zukofsky

The last two sherpas were the strongest,
faithful companions, their faces wind-peeled,
streaked with soot and glacier-light on the snowfield
below the summit where we stopped to rest.

Destiny

© John Kenyon

"Strange Power! mysterious Destiny!

Thou who dost love to sit, alone,

The Portrait

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

This is her picture as she was:

It seems a thing to wonder on,

To The Honourable Mrs. Spencer, On Her Removing From Windsor To Rookly In Hampshire.

© Mary Barber

How does thy Manner to thy Words impart
Some won'drous Pow'r to gain upon the Heart,
Engaging All!--Beneficence we see,
Tho' fair Herself, yet owing Charms to Thee:
O fitted Thou for Spencer's Race, who scorn
To think they only for Themselves were born!

By The Fireside : The Builders

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.

End of Winter

© Louise Gluck

You wanted to be born; I let you be born.
When has my grief ever gotten
in the way of your pleasure?

To G. M. W. And G. F. W.

© Ellis Parker Butler

Whenas(I love that "whenas" word

It shows I am a poet, too,)

Ballade Of Sleep

© Andrew Lang

Prince, ere the dark be shred
By golden shafts, ere now
And long the shadows creep:
Lord of the wand of lead,
Soft-footed as the snow,
Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep!

Misery and Splendor

© Robert Hass

Summoned by conscious recollection, she

would be smiling, they might be in a kitchen talking,

General William Booth Enters Into Heaven

© Roald Dahl

[BASS DRUM LOUDER]
Drabs and vixens in a flash made whole!
Gone was the weasel-head, the snout, the jowl!
Sages and sibyls now, and athletes clean,
Rulers of empires, and of forests green!