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Immigrants in Our Own Land

© James Russell Lowell

We are born with dreams in our hearts,

looking for better days ahead.

For The King

© Francis Bret Harte

As you look from the plaza at Leon west
You can see her house, but the view is best
From the porch of the church where she lies at rest;

The Snowmass Cycle

© Stephen Dunn

If the rich are casually cruel
perhaps its because
they can stare at the sky
and never see an indictment
in the shape of clouds.

Kathleen

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O Norah, lay your basket down,
And rest your weary hand,
And come and hear me sing a song
Of our old Ireland.

The animals in that country

© Margaret Atwood

the fox run
politely to earth, the huntsmen
standing around him, fixed
in their tapestry of manners

The Yarn of the Nancy Bell

© William Schwenck Gilbert

'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.

"I know that all beneath the moon decays"

© William Drummond (of Hawthornden)

I know that all beneath the moon decays,

And what by mortals in this world is brought,

A Dream

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Behold an endless evening over land
That lapped in vast vales rises up afar
Into the frozen mountains; evening brimmed
With silence, so miraculously clear

Insomnia and the Seven Steps to Grace

At dawn the panther of the heavens peers over the edge of the world.
She hears the stars gossip with the sun, sees the moon washing her lean
darkness with water electrified by prayers. All over the world there are those
who can't sleep, those who never awaken.

The Dream

© Caroline Norton

Ah! bless'd are they for whom 'mid all their pains
That faithful and unalter'd love remains;
Who, Life wreck'd round them,--hunted from their rest,--
And, by all else forsaken or distress'd,--
Claim, in one heart, their sanctuary and shrine--
As I, my Mother, claim'd my place in thine!

Reading Saint John of the Cross

© Susan Kelly-DeWitt

How many miles to the border
where all the sky there is
exists for the soul alone?

Little Elsie

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

An, don't come a-wooing with your long, long face,

And your longer purse behind:

Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg

© André Breton

When first, descending from the moorlands,
I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide
Along a bare and open valley,
The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide.

Infidelity

© Yusef Komunyakaa

Zeus always introduces himself
As one who needs stitching
Back together with kisses.
Like a rock star in leather

Out Of The Day

OUT of the day you have taken what,

Crown of laurels and wreath of bay?

The Memory of Elena

In Buenos Aires only three
years ago, it was the last time his hand
slipped into her dress, with pearls
cooling her throat and bells like
these, chipping at the night—

Mr. Nobody

I know a funny little man,

As quiet as a mouse,

Nightmare Number Three

We had expected everything but revolt

And I kind of wonder myself when they started thinking--

Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warmd both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.