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Constancy

© John Wilmot

I cannot change, as others do,

Though you unjustly scorn;

Our Native Earth

© Anna Akhmatova

We do not carry it in lockets on the breast,
And do not cry about it in poems,
It does not wake us from the bitter rest,
And does not seem to us like Eden promised.

from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza XV

© Gertrude Stein

Should they may be they might if they delight

In why they must see it be there not only necessarily

Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain,
Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.

The Demoniac of Gadara

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A GADARENE.
He hath escaped, hath plucked his chains asunder,
And broken his fetters; always night and day
Is in the mountains here, and in the tombs,
Crying aloud, and cutting himself with stones,
Exceeding fierce, so that no man can tame him!

Triptych

© Samuel Menashe

When my mother She who is not All at once

Was a young girl Who she was I could see

Trilogy Of Passion 01 To Werther

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The farewell sunbeams bless'd our ravish'd view;
Fate bade thee go,-to linger here was mine,-
Going the first, the smaller loss was thine.

Shiloh: A Requiem (April, 1862)

© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

Skimming lightly, wheeling still,

The swallows fly low

Though I Am Young and Cannot Tell

© Benjamin Jonson

Though I am young, and cannot tell

Either what Death or Love is well,

Moonlight

© Guillaume Apollinaire

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
The orchards and towns are greedy tonight
The stars appear like the image of bees
Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

A Momentary Longing To Hear Sad Advice from One Long Dead

© Kenneth Koch

Who was my teacher at Harvard. Did not wear overcoat

Saying to me as we walked across the Yard

Upon A Branch Of Flowering Acacia

© Frances Anne Kemble

The blossoms hang again upon the tree,

As when with their sweet breath they greeted me

What I Have Seen #3

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I saw two youths: both were fair in the face,
They had set out foot to foot in life's race;
But one said to the other, "I say now, my brother,
You are going a little too slow;
The world will look on, and say, 'See Josy John,'
We must put on more style, now, you know."

The Mower’s Song

© Andrew Marvell

My mind was once the true survey
Of all these meadows fresh and gay,
And in the greenness of the grass
Did see its hopes as in a glass;
When Juliana came, and she
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.

Aspromonte

So you think he is defeated, O ye comfortably seated,
And that Victory is meted in your loaded huckster's scales?
O ye fools! though justice tarry, yet by heaven broad and starry,
Right, howe'er it may miscarry, ere the end arrive, prevails.

The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race

© Roald Dahl

I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,

Hotel Lautréamont

© John Ashbery

1.
Research has shown that ballads were produced by all of society
working as a team. They didn’t just happen. There was no guesswork.
The people, then, knew what they wanted and how to get it.
We see the results in works as diverse as “Windsor Forest” and “The Wife of Usher’s Well.”

The Mob

And not ear listens to the warning call.
No eye awakes to see the portent dread.
Must brute force reign and social order fall
Ere these starved millions can be clothed and fed?
A strange phenomenon, this unconcern-
To live so fast and be so slow to learn!