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I Shall not Care

© Sara Teasdale

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

Ehue! Fugaces, Posthume, Labuntur Anni

© Jones Very

Fleeting years are ever bearing
In their silent course away
All that in our pleasures sharing
Lent to life a cheering ray.

To a Young Poet

© Mahmoud Darwish

Don’t believe our outlines, forget them
and begin from your own words.
As if you are the first to write poetry
or the last poet.

Wishes

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I wish we could live as the flowers live,

To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun;

Dawn

© Louise Gluck

Years and years — that’s how much time passes.
All in a dream. But the duck —
no one knows what happened to that.

Dirty Jim

© Ann Taylor

THERE was one little Jim,
'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was seen
With hands at all clean,
Nor yet ever clean was his face.

Songs Of The Grass

© Bliss William Carman

I
On The Dunes
HERE all night on the dunes
In the rocking wind we sleep;

Breitmann About Town

© Charles Godfrey Leland

DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down,
Pefore de Fall vas past,
Und by der Breitmann drawed he in
Ash dreimals honored gast.

Song: I once rejoiced, sweet evening gale...

© Amelia Opie

I once rejoiced, sweet evening gale,
To see thy breath the poplar wave;
But now it makes my cheek turn pale,
It waves the grass oer Henrys grave.

On my First Son

© Benjamin Jonson

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;

My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.

If I am sentenced not to talk to you,
and you are sentenced not to talk to me,
then we wear the clothes of the desert
serving that sentence, we are the leaves
trampled underfoot, not even fit to be
ground in for food, then we are the snow.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXVII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

She seemed to change as if with a change of the wind,
And growing serious sighed, ``Now look,'' she said,
``You think me a mad woman and unkind,
But that is nonsense. I am sound of head

The Night Of The Lion

© Alfred Noyes

"_And that a reply be received before midnight._"

_British Ultimatum_.

Discrimination

© Kenneth Rexroth

I don’t mind the human race.

I’ve got pretty used to them

To the Right Honourable The Countess Dowager Of Devonshire, On A Piece Of Wiessen's

Wiessen and nature held a long contest

If she created or he painted best;

Verses Addressed To A Lady

Of toil you say a moderate share

In each pursuit should rise,

A Receipt to Cure the Vapors

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Why will Delia thus retire,
And idly languish life away?
While the sighing crowd admire,
’Tis too soon for hartshorn tea:

What Does The Donkey Bray About?

What does the donkey bray about?

What does the pig grunt through his snout?

Jacques Cartiers First Visit To Mount Royal

He stood on the wood-crowned summit

Of our mountains regal height,

I Wasn’t One of the Six Million: And What Is My Life Span? Open Closed Open

© John Wesley

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And what is my life span? I’m like a man gone out of Egypt:
the Red Sea parts, I cross on dry land,
two walls of water, on my right hand and on my left.
Pharaoh’s army and his horsemen behind me. Before me the desert,
perhaps the Promised Land, too. That is my life span.