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I am mad with Love

© Mirabai

I am mad with love

And no one understands my plight.

Living in the Body

© Joyce Sutphen

Body is something you need in order to stay

on this planet and you only get one.

As I Walked Through London

© Robert Laurence Binyon

As I walked through London,
The fresh wound burning in my breast,
As I walked through London,
Longing to have forgotten, to harden my heart, and to rest,

Ballad of the Salvation Army

© Kenneth Fearing

On Fourteenth street the bugles blow,
Bugles blow, bugles blow.
The red, red, red, red banner floats
Where sweating angels split their throats,
Marching in burlap petticoats,
Blow, bugles, blow.

Dat Ol' Mare O' Mine

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not,

W'y you could n't buy my Sukey fu' a thousan' on de spot.

To You

© Kenneth Koch

I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut

That will solve a murder case unsolved for years

Experience In Poverty

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

A.
HOW bitterly you speak!
B.
I have good warrant.

Fabrication of Ancestors

© Alan Dugan

For old Billy Dugan, shot in the ass in the Civil war, my father said.

The old wound in my ass

Kneeling With Herrick

© James Whitcomb Riley

Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent.--

Give me content--

Lament

© Thom Gunn

Your dying was a difficult enterprise.

First, petty things took up your energies,

The Chamber Over The Gate

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Is it so far from thee

Thou canst no longer see,

Song in a Minor Key

© Dorothy Parker

There's a place I know where the birds swing low,

And wayward vines go roaming,

Upon This Passage In Scaligeriana

© Matthew Prior

Les allemans ne ce soucient pas quel vin its boivent
pouveu que ce soit vin, ni quel Latin ils parletn
vue que ce soit Latin.

Last Wish

A long time have I known you... Why,

Full eighteen years, I must confess!

Elegiac Stanzas In Memory Of My Brother, John Commander Of The E. I. Companys Ship The Earl Of Aber

I
THE Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo!
That instant, startled by the shock,
The Buzzard mounted from the rock

La Bizarra Capital De Mi Estado

He de encomiar en verso sincerista
La capital bizarra
De mi Estado, que es un
Cielo cruel y una tierra colorada

Yours was an empty upland solitude
Bleached to the powder of a dying name;
The mind, lost in a word’s lost certitude
That faded as the fading footsteps came
To trace an epilogue to words grown odd
In that hard argument which led to God.