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A Sculptor

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
Before my half-formed character I stand
And ply the shining tools of mental gifts.

One fine morning, in the country of a very gentle people, a magnificent man and woman were shouting in the public square. “My friends, I want her to be queen!” “I want to be queen!” She was laughing and trembling. He spoke to their friends of revelation, of trials completed. They swooned against each other.
In fact they were regents for a whole morning as crimson hangings were raised against the houses, and for the whole afternoon, as they moved toward groves of palm trees.

Theory

© Dorothy Parker

Into love and out again,

Thus I went, and thus I go.

Akiba

© Katha Pollitt

THE WAY OUT

Baby Lies So Fast Asleep

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Baby lies so fast asleep

That we cannot wake her:

What the Bones Know ?

© John Betjeman

Remembering the past

And gloating at it now,

Young Laughters, and My Music!

© Augusta Davies Webster

Oh music of my heart, be thus for long:
Too soon the spring bird learns the later song;
Too soon a sadder sweetness slays content
Too soon! There comes new light on onward day,
There comes new perfume o'er a rosier way:
Comes not again the young spring joy that went.

Bricks and Straw

© Edwin Morgan

My desk is cleared of the litter of ages;

Before me glitter the fair white pages;

Siberia

© James Clarence Mangan

IN Siberia's wastes
The ice-wind's breath
Woundeth like the toothed steel;
Lost Siberia doth reveal
Only blight and death.

Delia XXXII

© Samuel Daniel

But love whilst that thou mayst be loved again,

Now whilst thy May hath filed thy lap with flowers,

To tonsured monks and dreadlocked Rastas

© Kabir

To tonsured monks and dreadlocked Rastas,

To idol worshippers and idol smashers,

The Foot-Path

© James Russell Lowell

It mounts athwart the windy hill
Through sallow slopes of upland bare,
And Fancy climbs with foot-fall still
Its narrowing curves that end in air.

Marjories Wooing

© Emma Lazarus

THE corn was yellow upon the cliffs,
The fluttering grass was green to see,
The waves were blue as the sky above,
And the sun it was shining merrily.

White Heliotrope

© Ogden Nash

The feverish room and that white bed,
The tumbled skirts upon a chair,
The novel flung half-open, where
Hat, hair-pins, puffs, and paints are spread;

The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Second

Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
Where nature calls him to the destin'd goal.

Sonnet XVIII: On the Late Massacre in Piemont

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones

Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,

Three Plum Buns

Three plum buns

To eat here at the stile

Prayer (I)

Prayer the church's banquet, angel's age,

God's breath in man returning to his birth,

Hymn XXVIII: Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done!

Love divine! what hast thou done!
The immortal God hath died for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree;
The immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucified.