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The School Where I Studied

© Yehuda Amichai

I passed by the school where I studied as a boy

and said in my heart: here I learned certain things

Louisa To Strephon

© Jonathan Swift

Ah! Strephon, how can you despise
Her, who without thy pity dies!
To Strephon I have still been true,
And of as noble blood as you;

The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Fawn

© Andrew Marvell

I in a golden vial will
Keep these two crystal tears, and fill
It till it do o’erflow with mine,
Then place it in Diana’s shrine.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Finale

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

These are the tales those merry guests
Told to each other, well or ill;
Like summer birds that lift their crests
Above the borders of their nests
And twitter, and again are still.

Nusch

© Paul Eluard

The sentiments apparent
The lightness of approach
The tresses of caresses.

Fishing on the Susquehanna in July

© Billy Collins

I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest.

A Greeting

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Thrice welcome from the Land of Flowers

And golden-fruited orange bowers

Is dead serious about this one, having rehearsed it for two weeks
they bring it right into the Odd Fellows Meeting Hall.
Riding the backs of the Trojan Women,
In Euripides’ great wake they are swept up,

The Journey

© David Ignatow

I am looking for a past

I can rely on

Stanzas To the Memory Of George III

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

'Among many nations was there no King like him.' Nehemiah, xiii, 26.

'Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?' 2 Samuel, iii, 38.

A Wedding

© James Tate

She was in terrible pain the whole day,
as she had been for months: a slipped disc,
and there is nothing more painful. She

Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10

© Conrad Aiken

It is night time, and cold, and snow is falling,

And no wind grieves the walls.

A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary

For Reverend Theodore Richardson
If Mary came would Mary
Forgive, as Mothers may,
And sad and second Saviour
Furnish us today?

Ode To Autumn

Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,

And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,

Three Songs at the End of Summer

© Jane Kenyon

A second crop of hay lies cut
and turned. Five gleaming crows
search and peck between the rows.
They make a low, companionable squawk,
and like midwives and undertakers
possess a weird authority.

Limerick:There was an Old Man, on whose nose

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man, on whose nose,
Most birds of the air could repose;
But they all flew away
At the closing of day,
Which relieved that Old Man and his nose.