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From a Bridge

© David St. John

I saw my mother standing there below me

On the narrow bank just looking out over the river

After Court Martial

© Francis Ledwidge

My mind is not my mind, therefore
I take no heed of what men say,
I lived ten thousand years before
God cursed the town of Nineveh.

Meeting And Parting

© Madison Julius Cawein

It's--Oh! how slow the hours go,
How dull the moments move!
Till soft and clear the bells I hear,
That say, like music, in my ear,
"Go meet the one you love."

Mad are we all, maids, men, young fools alike and old,
All we that wander blind and want the with to dare.
Dark through the world we go, dazed sheep, across life's wold,
Edged from the flowers we loved by our herd's crook of care.

Night of Battle

© Yvor Winters

In the long path of lead
That changes place like light
No shape of hand or head
Means anything tonight.

Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Bowery Afternoon

© Lola Ridge

Drab discoloration
Of faces, façades, pawn-shops,
Second-hand clothing,
Smoky and fly-blown glass of lunch-rooms,
Odors of rancid life…

Sonnet: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Is there a solitary wretch who hies

To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,

Bridal Song

© William Shakespeare

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true;

The Cats Will Know

© Cesare Pavese

You too will make gestures.
You’ll answer with words—
face of springtime,
you too will make gestures.

The Great Society

© Robert Bly

Dentists continue to water their lawns even in the rain:
Hands developed with terrible labor by apes
Hang from the sleeves of evangelists;
There are murdered kings in the light-bulbs outside movie theaters:
The coffins of the poor are hibernating in piles of new tires.

Hymn To Energy

© Arthur Symons

God is; and because life omnipotent

Gives birth to life, or of itself must die,

Much in Little

© Yvor Winters

Amid the iris and the rose,
The honeysuckle and the bay,
The wild earth for a moment goes
In dust or weed another way.

The Choosing Of Valentines

© Thomas Nashe

It was the merie moneth of Februarie,
When yong men, in their iollie roguerie,
Rose earelie in the morne fore breake of daie,
To seeke them valentines soe trimme and gaie;