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The View from an Attic Window

© Howard Nemerov

for Francis and Barbara
1
Among the high-branching, leafless boughs
Above the roof-peaks of the town,
Snowflakes unnumberably come down.

Careless Hands Leave Torn Red Blossoms

This magical young season banishes the clouds
and wakes the land to bloom.
Fish play in the river pools
catching new scales from the small petals on the surface of the water.
The worldly have no knowledge of the delicate message of flowers;
Careless hands leave torn red blossoms scattered along the bank.

Bait Goat

© Kay Ryan

There is a

distance where

Sunset

© George Charles Whitney

Behind the golden western hills
The sun goes down, a founder'd bark,
Only a mighty sadness fills
The silence of the dark.

a song in the front yard

© Gwendolyn Brooks

I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.

Fand, A Feerie Act III

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

[She looks towards the sea.
Attendant. None.
The sea mist drives too thickly.

of De Witt Williams on his way to Lincoln Cemetery

© Gwendolyn Brooks

He was born in Alabama.
He was bred in Illinois.
He was nothing but a
Plain black boy.

England CXVII

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Yet, though treason and fierce unreason should league and lie and defame
and smite,
We that know thee, how far below thee the hatred burns of the sons of
night,
We that love thee, behold above thee the witness written of life in
light.

Song: Out upon it, I have lovd

© Sir John Suckling

Out upon it, I have lovd
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.

Banjo Dog Variations

© Donald Justice

Agriculture and Industry
Embraced in public on a wall
Heroes in shirt-sleeves! Next to them
The average man felt small.

A Soul in Prison

© Augusta Davies Webster

"They," you'd answer me,
if you owned my instance, "sorrowed in their doubt,
and did not wholly doubt, and loved."

from The Laurel Tree

© Louis Simpson

In the clear light that confuses everything
Only you, dark laurel,
Shadow my house,

Hints to Cheese Makers

Grant has here a famous work
Devoted to the cause of pork.
For dairymen find that it doth pay
To fatten pigs upon the whey,
For there is money raising grease
As well as in the making cheese.