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Now, when the waves of swift dissension swarm,
And Honour, the strong pilot, lieth stark,
Oh, for thy voice high-sounding o'er the storm,
For thy strong arm to guide the shivering bark,
The blast-defying power of thy form,
To give us comfort through the lonely dark.

A Spiritual

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

De 'cession's stahted on de gospel way,
De Capting is a-drawin' nigh:
Bettah stop a-foolin' an' a-try to pray;
Lif' up yo' haid w'en de King go by!

I Would Like To Describe

© Zbigniew Herbert

I would like to describe the simplest emotion
joy or sadness
but not as others do
reaching for shafts of rain or sun

The Master

© George Essex Evans

In sea and air, in leaf and stone,

Whereer Truths magic words are writ,

For All Prisoners And Captives

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

OVER the English trees and the English meadows
Twilight is falling clear,
But my heart walks far in the homeless winds and the shadows
For those who are not here.

Outside Fargo, North Dakota

© James Wright

Along the sprawled body of the derailed Great Northern freight car,
I strike a match slowly and lift it slowly.
No wind.

The Bride's Prelude

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Sister, said busy Amelotte

To listless Aloÿse;

Waldemars Chase

© George Borrow

Late at eve they were toiling on Harribee bank,
For in harvest men neer should be idle:
Towards them rode Waldemar, meagre and lank,
And he lingerd and drew up his bridle.

Anger

© Charles Lamb

Anger in its time and place

May assume a kind of grace.

Stray Birds 31 - 40

© Rabindranath Tagore

31
THE trees come up to my window
like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
32

Vitamins And Roughage

© Kenneth Rexroth

Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked,

The daughters of California

Rome Unvisited

© Oscar Wilde

I.
THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit wandered forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.

Translation - "I've found a port. HopeFortuneFarewell ye! "

© John Kenyon

I've found a port. HopeFortuneFarewell ye!

Cheat others now. Enough ye've cheated me.

The Scarlet Cloak

© Roderic Quinn

ONE may go a-many leagues a-questing yon and hither;
One may look on queens and kings, and think the vision bliss;
But he who has the wholesome heart, as lightsome as a feather,
Can find a joy in everything, no matter what it is.

2nd Chorus Mexico City Blues

© Jack Kerouac

Man in the Middle
Is not Worried
He knows his Karma
Is not buried

A Jeanne

Je suis triste ; le sort est dur ; tout meurt, tout passe ;
Les êtres innocents marchent dans de la nuit ;
Tu n'en sais rien ; tu ris d'écouter dans l'espace
Ce qui chante et de voir ce qui s'épanouit ;

Homage To Life

Its good to have chosen

A living home

The RedBlazeis the Morning

The RedBlazeis the Morning
The Violetis Noon
The YellowDayis falling
And after thatis none

Eclogue:--The Best Man In The Vield

That's slowish work, Bob. What'st a-been about?
Thy pookèn don't goo on not over sprack.
Why I've a-pook'd my weäle, lo'k zee, clear out,
An' here I be ageän a-turnèn back.