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A Vagabond

© James Tate

Well, if it’s permitted, then
let’s regulate him, let’s testify
against his thimble, and moderate his gloves
before they sew an apron.

Mists In Autumn

© James Thomson

Now, by the cool, declining year condescend,
Descend the copious exhalations, check'd,
As up the middle sky unseen they stole,
And roll the doubling fogs around the hill.

Sonnets from the Portuguese 5: I lift my heavy heart up solemnly

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,

As once Electra her sepulchral urn,

Woak Wer Good Enough Woonce

© William Barnes

Ees: now mahogany's the goo,

An' good wold English woak won't do.

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry.

Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.

Book Of Proverbs

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

CALL on the present day and night for nought,

Save what by yesterday was brought.

Gooseberry Fool

© Amy Clampitt

The gooseberry’s no doubt an oddity,

an outlaw or pariah even—thorny

Any Lifetime

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
The water that pollutes you is poison;
The poison that purifies you is water.

A Barefoot Boy

© James Whitcomb Riley

A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play—

For May is here once more, and so is he,—

Money

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'D hate to think so much of gold

That I would sell myself to gain it,

Soft

© Kay Ryan

In harmony with the rule of irony—

which requires that we harbor the enemy

America's Prosperity

© Henry Van Dyke

But dost thou prosper? Better news I crave.
O dearest country, is it well with thee
Indeed, and is thy soul in health?
A nobler people, hearts more wisely brave,
And thoughts that lift men up and make them free,-
These are prosperity and vital wealth!

Psalm

Let’s make believe

I am happy, I laugh

Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals

YET, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes
With firmer soul, yet labour to regain
Our ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than vain
To gather round the bier these festal shows.

The Book of the Dead Man (#3)

© Marvin Bell

When the dead man throws up, he thinks he sees his inner life.
Seeing his vomit, he thinks he sees his inner life.
Now he can pick himself apart, weigh the ingredients, research