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Midsummer Mobile

© Sylvia Plath

Begin by dipping your brush into clear light.
Then syncopate a sky of Dufy-blue
With tilted spars of sloops revolved by white
Gulls in a feathered fugue of wings. Outdo

Fear

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

I HEARD a sound of crying in the lane,
A passionless, low crying,
And I said, "It is the tears of the brown rain
On the leaves within the lane!"

Curious Story

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I heard such a curious story

Of Santa Claus. Once, so they say,

Till Deathis narrow Loving

© Emily Dickinson

Till Deathis narrow Loving
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finitenessbe spent

Bankruptcy Hearing by Dana Bisignani : American Life in Poetry #260 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2

These days are brim full of bad news about our economy-businesses closing, people losing their houses, their jobs. If there’s any comfort in a situation like this, it’s in the fact that there’s a big community of sufferers. Here’s a poem by Dana Bisignani, who lives in Indiana, that describes what it feels like to sit through a bankruptcy hearing.

Bankruptcy Hearing

Thoughts Suggested By A College Examination

© George Gordon Byron

High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,
MAGNUS his ample front sublime up rears:
Placed on his chair of state, he seems a god.
While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at his nod.

The Hospitable Caledonian And The Thankless Viper

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

A Caledonian piper

Who was walking on the wold

Conseils

© Charles Cros

Et puis, regardez-vous. Même sans ce velours,
Quoique plus belle, enfin vous ressemblez toujours
A celui que parfois votre bouche dénigre.

The Hasty Pudding

© Joel Barlow

A POEM IN THREE CANTOS

The Indian Cupid

© Louisa Stuart Costello

Often and long, on the summer sea,
In the moonlight have I watched for thee
When the glittering beam was downward thrown,
And each wave with a crest of diamond shone.
I have seen the thin clouds sail along,
And I raised, to welcome thee, many a song;

An Epistle To Fleetwood Shephard, Esq. Burleigh, May 14, 1689

© Matthew Prior

Sir,

As once a twelvemonth to the priest,

Book Of Parables - Bulbul's Song

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To reward her melody,
Giveth he a cage of gold.
Such a cage are limbs of men,--

A vision

© John Clare

I lost the love of heaven above,
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.

Le Mendiant

C'était quand le printemps a reverdi les prés.

La fille de Lycus, vierge aux cheveux dorés,

Ulmarra

Alone alone!

With a heart like a stone,

That Night It Rained

That night it rained, the tide was high,

A heavy, grey fog covered all the coast,

The Judgement Of Venus

When Kneller's works, of various grace,
Were to fair Venus shown,
The Goddess spied in every face
Some features of her own.

The Angler's Ballad

AWAY to the brook,
All your tackle out look,
Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing;
See that all things be right,
For 'tis a very spite
To want tools when a man goes a-fishing.