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“Dark and amusing he is, this handsome gallant,
Of chamois-polished charm,
Athlete and dancer of uncommon talent—
Is there cause for alarm
In his smooth demeanor, the proud tilt of his chin,
This cavaliere servente, this Harlequin?

Duty

© Peter McArthur

IF "Yea" and "Nay" were words enough for Him,

Who taught beyond the lessons of all teaching,

American Poetry

© Louis Simpson

Whatever it is, it must have

A stomach that can digest

Kara

© George Essex Evans

Chequered with sunshine and shadethe umbrage of white clouds in motion
Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their strands,
Northward and southward and seaward the mountains arise from the ocean
Poised on a height above all, Kara, the beautiful, stands.

Evangeline: Part The First. V.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day

Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.

October 1973

© John Betjeman

Last night I dreamed I ran through the streets of New York

Looking for help for you, Nicanor.

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

© Anonymous

Whenever we go out,
The people always shout,
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.

Lady Lazarus

© Sylvia Plath

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it——

Full Fathom

© Jorie Graham

& sea swell, hiss of incomprehensible flat: distance: blue long-fingered ocean and its

nothing else: nothing in the above visible except

Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts

© William Shakespeare

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,

Which I by lacking have supposed dead,

Abu Midjan

© Archibald Lampman

Underneath a tree at noontide
Abu Midjan sits distressed,
Fetters on his wrists and ancles,
And his chin upon his breast;

Left Hand Canyon

© William Matthews

for Richard Hugo

The Rev. Royal Filkin preaches

On Torture: A Public Singer

© Hilaire Belloc

Torture will give a dozen pence or more
To keep a drab from bawling at his door.
The public taste is quite a different thing-
Torture is positively paid to sing.

A Time Past

© Denise Levertov

The old wooden steps to the front door

where I was sitting that fall morning

Modern Love: VIII

Yet it was plain she struggled, and that salt

Of righteous feeling made her pitiful.

Sonnet XVIII

Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night,

In one black mystery two void mysteries blends;

Rose-Cheeked Laura

Rose-cheek'd Laura, come,
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.

"My northern blood exults to face"

My northern blood exults to face
The rapture of this rough embrace,
Glowing in every vein to feel
The cordial caress of steel
From spear-blue air and sword-blue sea,
Armour of England's liberty.