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Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children

© Edward Taylor

A Curious Knot God made in Paradise,
And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.
It was the True-Love Knot, more sweet than spice
And set with all the flowres of Graces dress.
Its Weddens Knot, that ne're can be unti'de.
No Alexanders Sword can it divide.

The Gardener 38

© Anselm Hollo

My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind.

A Moral Alphabet (excerpt)

© Hilaire Belloc

MORAL
If you were born to walk the ground,
Remain there; do not fool around.

A Wolf Is at the Laundromat

© Jack Prelutsky

A wolf is at the Laundromat,
it's not a wary stare-wolf,
it's short and fat, it tips its hat,
unlike a scary glare-wolf.

The Black Destrier. A Ballad Of The Third Crusade

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

FIRST 'mid the lion Richard's host,
Sir Aymer fought in Holy Land;
And they loved him well for his honest heart,
And they feared, for his stalwart hand.

Valse Jeune

© Louise Imogen Guiney

ARE favoring ladies above thee?
Are there dowries and lands? Do they say
Seven others are fair? But I love thee:
Aultre nauray!

Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes

© Thomas Campion

Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,
Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair,
Then thrice three times tie up this true love's knot,
And murmur soft "She will, or she will not."

The Miller's Daughter

© Alfred Tennyson

It is the millers daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
That I would be the jewel
That trembles at her ear:
For hid in ringlets day and night,
Id touch her neck so warm and white.

Living Among the Dead

© William Matthews

To love the dead is easy.
They are final, perfect.
But to love a child
is sometimes to fail at love
while the dead look on
with their abstract sorrow.

A Shadow Boat

© Arlo Bates

Under my keel another boat

Sails as I sail, floats as I float;

A Child's Question

© Louisa Lawson

O, why do you weep mother, why do you weep

For baby that fell in the summer to sleep?

Caliban upon Setebos

© Robert Browning

'Thinketh He made it, with the sun to match,
But not the stars; the stars came otherwise;
Only made clouds, winds, meteors, such as that:
Also this isle, what lives and grows thereon,
And snaky sea which rounds and ends the same.

The Birth Place of Pleasure

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
Wrapped in sweet wild melodies--

brothers

© Paul Celan

(being a conversation in eight poems between an aged Lucifer and God, though only Lucifer is heard. The time is long after.)
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invitation

The Violet

© Ann Taylor

DOWN in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.

Unfit

With younger men he takes his stand,
To the recruiting-sergeant nigh,
Sees others chosen: lifts a hand
In hopes to catch the unwilling eye,
While his mood turns to black despair
Heedless of those that grin and stare.