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from “Poems for Moscow”

© Marina Tsvetaeva

From my hands—take this city not made by hands,

my strange, my beautiful brother.

The Argument

© Jane Kenyon

On the way to the village store

I drive through a down-draft

A Psalm of Life: What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Motherhood

© May Swenson

She sat on a shelf,

her breasts two bellies

The Net Of Memory

© Govinda Krishna Chettur

I cast the Net of Memory,
Man's torment and delight,
Over the level Sands of Youth
That lay serenely bright,
Their tranquil gold at times submerged
In the Spring Tides of Love's Delight.

Coal

© Elizabeth Daryush

Love is a word another kind of open—
As a diamond comes into a knot of flame
I am black because I come from the earth's inside
Take my word for jewel in your open light.

Confiteor

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

The shore-boat lies in the morning light,

By the good ship ready for sailing;

The Real and True and Sure

© Robert Browning

Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit,

Mere imitation of the inimitable:

The Hand and Foot

© Jones Very

The hand and foot that stir not, they shall find

Sooner than all the rightful place to go;

Eclogue 5: Menalcas Mopsus

© Publius Vergilius Maro

MENALCAS
Why, Mopsus, being both together met,
You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
Here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?

Graciela

© Gary Soto

Wedding night

Graciela bled lightly—

A Room in the Past

© Ted Kooser

It’s a kitchen. Its curtains fill

with a morning light so bright

Genesis BK IX

© Caedmon

ll. 438-441) I will let him sit next me, whoever shall return to
hell proclaiming that they have set at naught, by word and deed,
the counsels of the King of heaven and been displeasing to the
Lord."