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The Last Man

© Hugo Williams

for Vivian Schatz

Here, in our familiar streets, the day

Chateau Gaillard

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Shattered tower and desolated keep
Darken; far below the river shines
Under cliffs that round the twilight sweep,
Rock--rough headlands on the sky's confines
Couch asleep.

Paschal

© Robert Pinsky

Easter was the old North
Goddess of the dawn.
She rises daily in the East
And yearly in spring for the great

Crossing The Water

© Sylvia Plath

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.

When From The Sod The Flow'rets Spring

© Walther von der Vogelweide

When from the sod the flow'rets spring,

And smile to meet the sun's bright ray,

Land’s End

© Weldon Kees

A day all blue and white, and we
Came out of woods to sand
And snow-capped waves. The sea
Rose with us as we walked, the land
Built dunes, a lighthouse, and a sky of gulls.

In The Night

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Where art thou, thou lost face,
Which, yet a little while, wert making mirth
At these new years which seemed too sad to be?
Where art thou fled which for a minute's space

Blowfly Grass

© Les Murray

The houses those suburbs could afford
were roofed with old savings books, and some
seeped gravy at stitches in their walls;

First Love

© Stanley Kunitz

At his incipient sun
The ice of twenty winters broke,
Crackling, in her eyes.

The Monument Of Francis Makemie

© Henry Van Dyke

(Presbyter of Christ in America, 1683-1708)

To thee, plain hero of a rugged race,

October on the Sheep Range

© Arthur Chapman

There ain't no leaves to turn to gold-
There ain't a tree in sight-
In other ways the herder's told
October's come, all right.

Man of the House

© Richard Jones

It was a misunderstanding.

I got into bed, made love

Feasts Of Hunger

If I have any taste, it s for hardly anything
but earth and stones.
Dinn! Dinn! Dinn! Dinn!

HYMNS: My God! I Know, I Feel Thee Mine

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My God! I know, I feel thee mine,
And will not quit my claim
Till all I have is lost in thine,
And all renewed I am.

The Family Fool

Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon,

If you listen to popular rumour;

Flight

Yesterday my wife held me here
as I thrashed and moaned, her hand
in my foaming mouth, and my son
saw what he was warned he might.

© John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

© Paul Eluard

What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.