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The Lake of the Thousand Isles

© Evan MacColl

(For Music.)
Though Missouri'stide may majestic glide,
There's a curse on the soil it laves;
The Ohio, too, may be fair, but who

No Words Can Describe It

© Mark Strand

How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace

Pygmaeo-gerano-machia: The Battle Of The Pygmies and Cranes

Nor less th' alarm that shook the world below,
Where march'd in pomp of war th' embattled foe;
Where mannikins with haughty step advance,
And grasp the shield, and couch the quivering lance;
To right and left the lengthening lines they form,
And rank'd in deep array await the storm.

Child on the Marsh

© Andrew Hudgins

I worked the river’s slick banks, grabbling

in mud holes underneath tree roots.

Ghost

© Walter de la Mare

'Who knocks? ' 'I, who was beautiful
Beyond all dreams to restore,
I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither,
And knock on the door.'

November, 1806

© André Breton

Another year!—another deadly blow!

Scriblerian Epigrams

© Thomas Parnell

Our Carys a Delicate Poet; for What?

For having writt? No: but for having writ not.

Touch Me

© Stanley Kunitz

Summer is late, my heart.

Words plucked out of the air

Between Hallowe'en and Bonfire Night

© Roddy Lumsden

Just then, encountering my ruddy face

in the grand piano's cold black craquelure,

Despotisms

© Louise Imogen Guiney

Vast intimate tyranny! Nature dispossessed
Helplessly hates thee, whose symbolic flare
Lights up (with what reiterance unblest!)
Entrails of horror in a world thought fair.
False God of pastime thou, vampire of rest,
Augur of what pollution, what despair?

The Sweetness of Life

© Archibald Lampman

It fell on a day I was happy,

And the winds, the concave sky,

The Indian Upon God

© William Butler Yeats

I PASSED along the water's edge below the humid trees,

My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my

On the Subject of Doctors

© James Tate

I like to see doctors cough.

What kind of human being

from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza XIII

There may be pink with white or white with rose
Or there may be white with rose and pink with mauve
Or even there may be white with yellow and yellow with blue
Or even if even it is rose with white and blue
And so there is no yellow there but by accident.

Emptiness

Where there is nothing God comes in:
The Very God has room enough
In the poor heart that's stripped so clean
Of earth and all the joys thereof.

Vernal Ode

I
BENEATH the concave of an April sky,
When all the fields with freshest green were dight,
Appeared, in presence of the spiritual eye

To a Mountain Daisy

© Robert Burns

Alas! it's no thy neibor sweet,
The bonie lark, companion meet,
Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet
Wi' spreck'd breast,
When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
The purpling east.

The Travelled Oyster

© John Kenyon

Good Reader! were it ours to choose,
Such ne'er should quit their native ooze;
Or ne'er, at least, should hit the track
Which brings them, for our torture, back.