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Tryste Noel

© Louise Imogen Guiney

The Ox he openeth wide the Doore

And from the Snowe he calls her inne,

Victoriaw: she have beeg war, E-gyp's de nam' de place--
An' neeger peep dat's leev 'im dere, got very black de face,
An' so she's write Joseph Mercier, he's stop on Trois Rivieres--
"Please come right off, an' bring wit' you t'ree honder voyageurs.

La Figlia che Piange

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

O quam te memorem virgo ...

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—

lifeline

© Evie Shockley

wedged in the top branches, rain still sighing

to earth as a dissolute sky dissolves,

The Piano

© Paul Verlaine

The keyboard, over which two slim hands float,
Shines vaguely in the twilight pink and gray,
Whilst with a sound like wings, note after note
Takes flight to form a pensive little lay
That strays, discreet and charming, faint, remote,
About the room where perfumes of Her stray.

from The Testament of Love

© John Hall Wheelock

from Book I, Introduction

Man’s Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense,

You left me Sire two Legacies (713)

© Emily Dickinson

You left me Sire two Legacies
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father would suffice
Had He the offer of

Pernicious Weed!

© William Cowper

The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,

Makes half a sentence at a time enough;

Singing School

© Seamus Justin Heaney

Ulster was British, but with no rights on
The English lyric: all around us, though
We hadn’t named it, the ministry of fear.

An Epitaph

© William Cowper

Here lies one who never drew
Blood himself, yet many slew;
Gave the gun its aim, and figure
Made in field, yet ne'er pulled trigger.

Sonnet LX: Like as the Waves Make towards the Pebbled Shore

© William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,

So do our minutes hasten to their end;

The Vision

© Thomas Traherne

FLIGHT is but preparative. The sight

Is deep and infinite,

Songs from The Beggars Opera: Air IV-Cotillion

© John Gay

Act II, Scene iv, Air IVCotillion

Youths the season made for joys,

The Peacock Has A Score Of Eyes

The peacock has a score of eyes,

With which he cannot see;

Ah, Ah

© Joy Harjo

for Lurline McGregor
Ah, ah cries the crow arching toward the heavy sky over the marina.
Lands on the crown of the palm tree.

"I'd like to spend long hours at home"

I'd like to spend long hours at home
With a small child to bother me.
I'd take her out to see the shops
And fuss about my husband's tea.

Color

What is pink? a rose is pink

By a fountain's brink.

Idyll VI. The Drawn Battle

© Theocritus

Daphnis the herdsman and Damoetas once
Had driven, Aratus, to the selfsame glen.
One chin was yellowing, one shewed half a beard.
And by a brookside on a summer noon
The pair sat down and sang; but Daphnis led
The song, for Daphnis was the challenger.