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Reflections - I.
© Samuel Rogers
Man to the last is but a froward child;
So eager for the future, come what may,
And to the present so insensible!
Oh, if he could in all things as he would,
Misgivings
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
An Epistle: (To N.A.)
© William Watson
So, into Cornwall you go down,
And leave me loitering here in town.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XIII. -- The Building Of
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thorberg Skafting, master-builder,
In his ship-yard by the sea,
Whistling, said, "It would bewilder
Any man but Thorberg Skafting,
Any man but me!"
Pharaoh and the Sergeant
© Rudyard Kipling
Said England unto Pharaoh, "I must make a man of you,
That will stand upon his feet and play the game;
A Letter in October
© Ted Kooser
Dawn comes later and later now,
and I, who only a month ago
could sit with coffee every morning
watching the light walk down the hill
to the edge of the pond and place
a doe there, shyly drinking,
Have You Prayed?
© Li-Young Lee
When the wind
turns and asks, in my father’s voice,
Have you prayed?
The Common Women Poems, III. Nadine, resting on her neighbor’s stoop
© Judy Grahn
She holds things together, collects bail,
makes the landlord patch the largest holes.
Ich Weiss Nicht, Was Soll Es Bedeuten
© Heinrich Heine
I dont know what it could mean,
Or why Im so sad: I find,
Bleak Weather
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Dear love, where the red lillies blossomed and grew,
The white snows are falling;
At Tynemouth Priory
© William Lisle Bowles
AFTER A TEMPESTUOUS VOYAGE.
As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,
In Imitation of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life of a Country Parson
© Alexander Pope
Parson, these things in thy possessing
Are better than the Bishop's blessing.
Aeneid, II, 692 - end
© Virgil
As he spoke we could hear, ever more loudly, the noise
Of the burning fires; the flood of flames was coming
A Ballad of Baseball Burdens
© Edwin Morgan
Ah, Fans, let not the Quarry but the Chase
Be that to which most fondly we aspire!
For us not Stake, but Game; not Goal, but Race—
THIS is the end of every fan’s desire.
Sonnet XVIII: Genius in Beauty
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call
Of Homer's or of Dante's heart sublime,
The Turtle Shrine Near Chittagong
© Naomi Shihab Nye
Humps of shell emerge from dark water.
Believers toss hunks of bread,
hoping the fat reptilian heads
will loom forth from the murk
and eat. Meaning: you have been
heard.
To Asra
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Are there two things, of all which men possess,
That are so like each other and so near,
Selective Service
© Carolyn Forche
We rise from the snow where we’ve
lain on our backs and flown like children,
