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Then came a War when, bombed and gassed and mined,
Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And through the dust and glare and wreck of things,
Beheld a phantom on unbalanced wings,
Reeling and groping, dazed, dishevelled, dumb,
But semaphoring direr deeds to come.

Coda

© Ted Hughes

A strong song tows
us, long earsick.
Blind, we follow
rain slant, spray flick
to fields we do not know.

her tin skin

© Evie Shockley

i want her tin skin. i want

her militant barbie breast,

The Condemned

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,
The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,
Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with them,
So I and all my fortunes were engulf'd

Full Fadom Fiue Thy Father Lies

© William Shakespeare

Full fadom five thy Father lies,

Of his bones are Corrall made:

I Love You

© Nazim Hikmet

I love you

like dipping bread into salt and eating

To A Child

© Francis Thompson

Whenas my life shall time with funeral tread

The heavy death-drum of the beaten hours,

Kaddish

© Allen Ginsberg

Magnificent, mourned no more, marred of heart, mind behind, married dreamed, mortal changed—Ass and face done with murder.
In the world, given, flower maddened, made no Utopia, shut under pine, almed in Earth, balmed in Lone, Jehovah, accept.
Nameless, One Faced, Forever beyond me, beginningless, endless, Father in death. Tho I am not there for this Prophecy, I am unmarried, I’m hymnless, I’m Heavenless, headless in blisshood I would still adore
Thee, Heaven, after Death, only One blessed in Nothingness, not light or darkness, Dayless Eternity—
Take this, this Psalm, from me, burst from my hand in a day, some of my Time, now given to Nothing—to praise Thee—But Death
This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Wonderer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping—page beyond Psalm—Last change of mine and Naomi—to God’s perfect Darkness—Death, stay thy phantoms!

Getting and Spending

© Michael Rosen

Isabella Whitney, The maner of her Wyll, 1573

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Valedictory

© Aldous Huxley

And life recedes, recedes; the curve is bare,
My handkerchief flutters blankly in the air;
And the question rumbles in the void:
Was she aware, was she after all aware?

I started Early – Took my Dog – (656)

© Emily Dickinson

I started Early – Took my Dog –
And visited the Sea –
The Mermaids in the BasementBasement i.e., the bottom of the ocean
Came out to look at me –

Limerick: There Once Was an Old Man of Lyme

© William Cosmo Monkhouse

There once was an old man of Lyme
Who married three wives at a time,
When asked, "Why a third?"
He replied, "One's absurd!
And bigamy, sir, is a crime.

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 45

© Alfred Tennyson

The baby new to earth and sky,
What time his tender palm is prest
Against the circle of the breast,
Has never thought that "this is I":

Rome

© Ezra Pound

FROM THE FRENCH OF JOACHIM DU BELLAY
O thou new comer who seek'st Rome in Rome
And find'st in Rome no thing thou canst call Roman;
Arches worn old and palaces made common,
Rome's name alone within these walls keeps home.

On The Western Front

© Alfred Noyes

I found a dreadful acre of the dead,
Marked with the only sign on earth that saves.
The wings of death were hurrying overhead,
The loose earth shook on those unquiet graves;

The Creek

O cheerly, cheerly by the road
And merrily down the billet;
And where the acre-field is sowed
With bristle-bearded millet.

Narcissus

“Call us what you will: we are made such by love.”
We are such studs as dreams are made on, and
Our little lives are ruled by the gods, by Pan,
Piping of all, seeking to grasp or grasping
All of the grapes; and by the bow-and-arrow god,
Cupid, piercing the heart through, suddenly and forever.