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Bolero

© Gerald Stern

So one day when the azalea bush was firing

away and the Japanese maple was roaring I

Dust

© Rupert Brooke

When the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world's delight
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
To crumble in our separate night;

Fox Sleep

© William Stanley Merwin

On a road through the mountains with a friend many years ago

I came to a curve on a slope where a clear stream

A Heated Fancy, or Imagination,
May be mistaken for an Inspiration -
True; but is this Conclusion fair to make,
That Inspiration must be all mistake?
A pebble Stone is not a Diamond - true;
But must a Di'mond be a Pebble too?

After Looking into Carlyles Reminiscences

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

I.

THREE MEN lived yet when this dead man was young

from The Task, Book V: The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

(excerpt)

’Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb

An English Peasant

© George Crabbe

To pomp and pageantry in nought allied,

A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died.

Pierrots

© Ezra Pound

(Scene courte mais typique)
Your eyes! Since I lost their incandescence
Flat calm engulphs my jibs,
The shudder of Vae soli gurgles beneath my ribs.

How To Be a Poet

© Wendell Berry

(to remind myself)

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Song of Social Despair

© Marvin Bell

Ethics without faith, excuse me,
is the butter and not the bread.
You can’t nourish them all, the dead
pile up at the hospital doors.
And even they are not so numerous
as the mothers come in maternity.

In Which She Satisfies A Fear With The Rhetoric Of Tears

© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz

This afternoon, my love, speaking to you

since I could see that in your face and walk

The Song of Wandering Aengus

© William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

A Birthday Greeting: To My Little Nephew

© Annie McCarer Darlington

I know a happy little boy,
They call him Charlie Gray,
Whose face is bright, because you know,
He's six years old to-day.

My skeleton, my rival

© David Ignatow

Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton.
It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it
with me—this other thing I will become at death,
and yet it keeps me erect and limber in my walk,
my rival.

Streamers

© Wole Soyinka

1 As an archaeologist unearths a mask with opercular teeth
and abalone eyes, someone throws a broken fan and extension
cords
into a dumpster. A point of coincidence exists in the mind

Hannah

Then Seek ye Subject & its song be mine
Whose numbers next in Sacred story shine;
Go brightly-working thought, prepard to fly
Above ye page on hov'ring pinnions ly,
& beat with stronger force to make thee rise
Where beautious Hannah meets ye searching eyes.

Hello

Some nights

the rat with pointed teeth

Law

Laws, as we read in ancient sages,

Have been like cobwebs in all ages.

"I cry your mercy-pity-love! -aye, love!"

© John Keats

I cry your mercypitylove!aye, love!

Merciful love that tantalizes not,

O Crudelis Amor!

It was Spring, the sweet Spring, when first I met with Love.
Suddenly I raised my eyes; and he stood there.
He was so beautiful, I could not look elsewhere.
For joy I could not speak; I gazed but could not move;