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A Basket of Flowers

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Dawn
On skies still and starlit
White lustres take hold,
And grey flushes scarlet,

He spoke, and clutched a hollow shell, and blew
His clarion. Straightway to the shadowy pine
Clustering they came, as loud it pealed and long,
Bebrycia's bearded sons; and Castor too,
The peerless in the lists, went forth and called
From the Magnesian ship the Heroes all.

Where The Pelican Builds

© Mary Hannay Foott

The horses were ready,
The rails were down,
But the riders lingered still
One had a parting word to say
And one had his pipe to fill

A Legend of Bregenz

© Adelaide Anne Procter

GIRT round with rugged mountains the fair Lake Constance lies;
In her blue heart reflected, shine back the starry skies;
And, watching each white cloudlet float silently and slow,
You think a piece of heaven lies on our earth below!

The Question

© Pablo Neruda

But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.

On An Ugly Fellow (From The Greek)

© William Cowper

Beware, my friend! of crystal brook,

Or fountain, lest that hideous hook,

An Epistle

© Emma Lazarus

I.

Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,

Said The Skylark

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

"O soft, small cloud, the dim, sweet dawn adorning,

Swan-like a-sailing on its tender grey;

Ritournelle

© François Coppée

Dans la plaine blonde et sous les allées,
Pour mieux faire accueil au doux messidor,
Nous irons chasser les choses ailées,
Moi, la strophe, et toi, les papillons d'or.

Life is too short

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Life is too short for any vain regretting;
Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,
And let us go upon our way forgetting
The joys and sorrows of each yesterday

Eclogue:--A Ghost

© William Barnes

Aye; I do mind woone winter 'twer a-zaid
The farmer's vo'k could hardly sleep a-bed,
They heärd at night such scuffèns an' such jumpèns,
Such ugly naïses an' such rottlèn thumpèns.

Der Vetter Und Die Muhme

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

O fluche, Freund, nicht alles Wetter
Auf deinen eigensinngen Vetter.
Schmaelt er manchmal; so lass es sein.
Er hat ja guten Wein.

A Farewell

© William Wordsworth

FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,
Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare;

After Paul Verlaine-III

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

SPLEEN

Around were all the roses red,

A Friend In Need

Who has room for a friend

Who has money to spend,

Olney Hymn 44: Submission

O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.

Rimas LIII

Volveran las obscuras golondrinas
En tu balcon sus nidos a colgar,
Y, otra vez, con el ala a sus cristales
Jugando llamaran.

Losing

Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting
still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.
When something's let go of, it circles; and though we are
rarely the center
of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous
curve.

For Weeks After the Funeral by Andrea Hollander Budy: American Life in Poetry #96 Ted Kooser, U.S. P

© Ted Kooser

Grief can endure a long, long time. A deep loss is very reluctant to let us set it aside, to push it into a corner of memory. Here the Arkansas poet, Andrea Hollander Budy, gives us a look at one family's adjustment to a death.
For Weeks After the Funeral

The house felt like the opera,
the audience in their seats, hushed, ready,
but the cast not yet arrived.