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Rubaiyat 24

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

At dawn your eyes from Jupiter learn
O God, may fantasies of my mind burn.
The ear adorned with that elegant ring
Gems of Hafizs poems may earn.

To The Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window

© Adelaide Crapsey

Written in A Moment of Exasperation

How can you lie so still? All day I watch

HE has taken away the things that I loved best
Love and youth and the harp that knew my hand.
Laughter alone is left of all the rest.
Does He mean that I may fill my days with laughter,
Or will it, too, slip through my fingers like spilt sand?

To the Same Purpose

© Thomas Traherne

To the same purpose: he, not long before

Brought home from nurse, going to the door

February

© Ethelwyn Wetherald

O Master-Builder, blustering as you go

About your giant work, transforming all

Unholy Sonnet 4

© Mark Jarman

Not Dante’s rings, not the Zen zero’s mouth,
Out of which comes and into which light goes,
This God recedes from every metaphor,
Turns the hardest data into untruth,
And fills all blanks with blankness. This love shows
Itself in absence, which the stars adore.

At a Standstill

© Samuel Menashe

The statue, that cast

Of my solitude

From Lines to William Simson

© Robert Burns

Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
She's gotten poets o' her ain—
Chiels wha their chanters winna hain,
But tune their lays,
Till echoes a' resound again
Her weel-sung praise.