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Nutting Song

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

The November sun invites me,

And although the chill wind smites me,

Guinevere

© Alfred Tennyson

`Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.

Prayer Rug

© Agha Shahid Ali

Those intervals
between the day’s
five calls to prayer

My Father

© Charles Bukowski

was a truly amazing man
he pretended to be
rich
even though we lived on beans and mush and weenies
when we sat down to eat, he said,
"not everybody can eat like this."

Bel Canto

© Kenneth Koch

The sun is high, the seaside air is sharp,

And salty light reveals the Mayan School.

Eclogue 10: Gallus

© Publius Vergilius Maro

This now, the very latest of my toils,

Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I

Poem of Disconnected Parts

© Robert Pinsky

At Robben Island the political prisoners studied.

They coined the motto Each one Teach one.

Dream River

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

WIND-SILVERED willows hedge the stream,

And all within is hushed and cool.

Charmd with the sight I long to bear my part
The pleasure flutters at my ravishd heart
Sweet saints and Angels Heavns immortall Quire
If Love have warmd me with celestial fire
Assist my words and as they move along
With Halelujah crown the burthend Song

Stump

© Donald Hall

Today they cut down the oak.
Strong men climbed with ropes
in the brittle tree.
The exhaust of a gasoline saw
was blue in the branches.

On The Way To Church

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

There is one I know. I see her sometimes pass
In the morning streets upon her way to Mass,
A calm sweet woman with unearthly eyes.
Men turn to look at her, but ever stop,
Reading in those blue depths the death of hope
And a wise chastisement for thoughts unwise.

To Quilca, a Country House not in Good Repair

© Jonathan Swift

Let me thy Properties explain,

A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain;

Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket

© Roald Dahl

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My lifes unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.

Talking Of Power And Love

© Paul Eluard

Between all my torments between death and self
Between my despair and the reason for living
There is injustice and this evil of men
That I cannot accept there is my anger

In Time of Plague [Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss]

© Thomas Nashe

Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss;

This world uncertain is;

Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

© John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

On The Death Of Sir Henry Wootton

What shall we say, since silent now is he

Who when he spoke, all things would silent be?

Song

© John Fuller

You don’t listen to what I say.
When I lean towards you in the car
You simply smile and turn away.

Written For My Son, And Spoken By Him, At A public Examination For Victors.

© Mary Barber

Boys of a brutal, cruel Disposition,
Should go to Spain, to serve the Inquisition.
O what a Change in Landlords would appear!
Next Age, not one would rack his Tenants here.