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Fragment 9: The Netherlands
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;—
Bob White
© Edgar Albert Guest
Out near the links where I go to play
My favorite game from day to day,
Corsons Inlet
© Archie Randolph Ammons
I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning
to the sea,
then turned right along
the surf
rounded a naked headland
and returned
Child, Child
© Sara Teasdale
Child, child, love while you can
The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man;
Never fear though it break your heart -
Out of the wound new joy will start;
Only love proudly and gladly and well,
Though love be heaven or love be hell.
Lime
© Yusef Komunyakaa
The victorious army marches into the city,
& not far behind tarries a throng of women
Who slept with the enemy on the edge
Of battlements. The stunned morning
By The Sea
© George Essex Evans
Bright skies of summer oer the deep,
And soft salt air along the land,
To the Shade of Burns
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Mute is thy wild harp, now, O Bard sublime!
Who, amid Scotia’s mountain solitude,
Sonnets from The River Duddon: After-Thought
© André Breton
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
Sonnet 42: That thou hast her it is not all my grief
© William Shakespeare
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly,
Who Understands Me but Me
© James Russell Lowell
They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
Poet's Obligation
© Pablo Neruda
So, through me, freedom and the sea
will make their answer to the shuttered heart.
Inventory
© Dorothy Parker
Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
The Baby
© Ezra Pound
The baby new to earth and sky
Has never until now
Unto himself the question put
Or asked us if the cow
Marching Men
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Under the level winter sky
I saw a thousand Christs go by.
They sang an idle song and free
As they went up to calvary.
Day in Autumn
© Rainer Maria Rilke
After the summer's yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.
A Rector's Memory
© Rudyard Kipling
The, Gods that are wiser than Learning
But kinder than Life have made sure
