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Lovers' Infiniteness

© John Donne

If yet I have not all thy love,

Dear, I shall never have it all;

The Bath Of The Streams

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Down unto the ocean,

Trembling with emotion,

The House of Life: 19. Silent Noon

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fiy
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:—
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.

Canto XVI

© Ezra Pound

And before hell mouth; dry plain

and two mountains;

The Yellow Bowl by Rachel Contreni Flynn : American Life in Poetry #266 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laurea

© Ted Kooser

The great American poet William Carlos Williams taught us that if a poem can capture a moment in life, and bathe it in the light of the poet’s close attention, and make it feel fresh and new, that’s enough, that’s adequate, that’s good. Here is a poem like that by Rachel Contreni Flynn, who lives in Illinois.

Palinode-December

© James Russell Lowell

Like some lorn abbey now, the wood
Stands roofless in the bitter air;
In ruins on its floor is strewed
The carven foliage quaint and rare,
And homeless winds complain along
The columned choir once thrilled with song.

Refutatio Papatus

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Nein, nein! durchaus ich glaube nicht,
Was Petri falscher Folger spricht;
Dass jene Buecher goettlich waeren,
Die, zu der Juden steten Ehren,
Uns von des Maccabaeus Helden
Und ihren heilgen Schlachten melden.

from Dante Études, Book One: We Will Endeavor

© Robert Duncan

“We will endeavor,
the word aiding us from Heaven,
to be of service
to the vernacular speech”

The Sisters' Tragedy

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Both were young, in life's rich summer yet;
And one was dark, with tints of violet
In hair and eyes, and one was blond as she
Who rose-a second daybreak-from the sea,
Gold-tressed and azure-eyed. In that lone place,
Like dusk and dawn, they sat there face to face.

From “The Hollow Hill”

© Kathleen Raine

Smaller than pollen-grain, smaller than seed
Of bitter berry red—
Do not look for the small,
The door has no size at all.

The Lawyers' Ways

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I've been list'nin' to them lawyers

In the court house up the street,

Sonnet III

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

OF all the woodland flowers of earlier spring,
These golden jasmines, each an air-hung bower.
Meet for the Queen of Fairies' tiring hour,
Seem loveliest and most fair in blossoming;