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McBreens Heifer

© William Percy French

Now there's no denyin' Kitty was remarkably pretty,
Tho' I can't say the same for Jane,
But still there's not the differ of the price of a heifer,
Between the pretty and the plain.

Swells

© Archie Randolph Ammons

The very longest swell in the ocean, I suspect,
carries the deepest memory, the information of actions
summarized (surface peaks and dibbles and local sharp

Down By the Salley Gardens

© William Butler Yeats

Down by the salley gardens

my love and I did meet;

Two Portraits

© Henry Timrod

I
You say, as one who shapes a life,
That you will never be a wife,

Things

© Louis Simpson

A man stood in the laurel tree
Adjusting his hands and feet to the boughs.
He said, “Today I was breaking stones
On a mountain road in Asia,

Rescue The Slave

© Anonymous

This song was composed while George Latimer, the fugitive slave, was
confined in Leverett Street Jail, Boston, expecting to be carried back
to Virginia by James B. Gray, his claimant.

May Banners

© Arthur Rimbaud

In the bright lime-tree branches
Dies a fainting mort. But lively song
Flutters among the currant bushes.
So that our bloods may laugh in our veins,
See the vines tangling themselves.

Spring Night

© Sara Teasdale

The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.

Snow Tiger

© Yusef Komunyakaa

There’s always a mother
of some other creature
born to fight for her young.

Eight Variations

© Weldon Kees

1.
Prurient tapirs gamboled on our lawns,
But that was quite some time ago.
Now one is accosted by asthmatic bulldogs,
Sluggish in the hedges, ruminant.

The Song Of The Sword--To Rudyard Kipling

© William Ernest Henley

The Sword
Singing -
The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword
Clanging imperious
Forth from Time's battlements
His ancient and triumphing Song.

“Against its will, energy is doing something productive, like the devil in medieval history. The principle is that nature does something against its own will and, by self-entanglement, produces beauty.” Otto Rössler

Izanami

Venus' Advice To The Muses

© Matthew Prior

Thus to the Muses spoke the Cyprian Dame,

Adorn my altars, and revere my name.

Zazen on Ching-t’ing Mountain

© Li Po

The birds have vanished down the sky.

Now the last cloud drains away.

A Hope

Twin stars, aloft in ether clear,
Around each other roll alway,
Within one common atmosphere
Of their own mutual light and day.

Respublica

The strident high
civic trumpeting
of misrule. It is
what we stand for.

Gnothi Seauton

What then remains? Must I, in slow decline,
To mute inglorious ease old age resign?
Or, bold ambition kindling in my breast,
Attempt some arduous task? Or, were it best,
Brooding o'er lexicons to pass the day,
And in that labour drudge my life away?