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Holy Sonnets: If poisonous minerals, and if that tree

© John Donne

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree

Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us,

O! tenderly beautiful, beyond compare,
Flushed from pale pink to deepest rosebud hue--
Nurslings of tranquil sunshine and mild air,
Of shadowless dawn, and silvery twilight dew--
Ye blush and burn, as if your flickering grace
Were love's own tint on Spring's enamored face!

A Second Train Song for Gary

© Jack Spicer

When the trains come into strange cities

The citizens come out to meet the strangers.

The Abencerrage : Canto II.

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

"Hamet! oh, wrong me not! - too could speak
Of sorrows - trace them on my faded cheek,
In the sunk eye, and in the wasted form,
That tell the heart hath nursed a canker-worm!
But words were idle - read my sufferings there,
Where grief is stamped on all that once was fair.

The Rights of Women

© Bliss William Carman

Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!
Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;
O born to rule in partial Law's despite,
Resume thy native empire o'er the breast!

Jenny

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

It was a careless life I led
When rooms like this were scarce so strange
Not long ago. What breeds the change,
The many aims or the few years?
Because to-night it all appears
Something I do not know again.

Song VI

© Edith Nesbit

"LOVE me little, love me long,"
Is the burden of my song,
And if nothing more may be
Little shall suffice for me.

Folk Tale

© Linda Pastan

1.

All knobs and knuckles, hammer knees and elbows

To Delia

© William Cowper

Me to whatever state the gods assign,

Believe, my love, whatever state be mine,

Locksley Hall

© Alfred Tennyson

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:

Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.

Ultima Thule: The Iron Pen

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I thought this Pen would arise
From the casket where it lies--
Of itself would arise and write
My thanks and my surprise.

Hunting Manual

© Hugo Williams

Look then for the blank card, the sprung trap,
the net’s dissolve, the unburdened
line that swings free in the air.
There. By day, go empty-handed to the hunt
and come home the same way
in the dark.

"Fie, foolish earth..."

© Fulke Greville

Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory

Because your shadows do yourself benight?

The Instruction Manual

© John Ashbery

As I sit looking out of a window of the building

I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.

In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse

I.
Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,
Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,
Learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse elegiac,
Breathing into his song motion and sound of the sea.

Elegy with Surrealist Proverbs as Refrain

© Dana Gioia

“Poetry must lead somewhere,” declared Breton.

He carried a rose inside his coat each day

Braid Claith

Ye wha are fain to hae your name
Wrote in the bonny book of fame,
Let merit nae pretension claim
To laurel'd wreath,
But hap ye weel, baith back and wame,
In gude Braid Claith.