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The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. January
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
COVER SHOOTING
The week at Whinwood next to Christmas week.
Six guns, no more, but all good men and true,
Of the clean--visaged sort, with ruddy cheek
Fire-Caught
© Langston Hughes
The gold moth did not love him
So, gorgeous, she flew away.
But the gray moth circled the flame
Until the break of day.
And then, with wings like a dead desire,
She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.
Po' Boy Blues
© Langston Hughes
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
Since I come up North de
Whole damn world's turned cold.
La Bella Bona Roba. To My Lady H. Ode
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Tell me, ye subtill judges in loves treasury,
Inform me, which hath most inricht mine eye,
This diamonds greatnes, or its clarity?
Night Funeral In Harlem
© Langston Hughes
Insurance man, he did not pay--
His insurance lapsed the other day--
Yet they got a satin box
for his head to lay.
Without Ceremony
© Thomas Hardy
It was your way, my dear,
To be gone without a word
When callers, friends, or kin
Had left, and I hastened in
To rejoin you, as I inferred.
Juke Box Love Song
© Langston Hughes
I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Character
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
The sun set, but set not his hope:
Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
Give yourself a Show: New Year's Eve
© Henry Lawson
TO my fellow sinners all, who, in hope and doubt,
Through the Commonwealth to-night watch the Old Year out,
New Years Resolutions are jerry-built I know,
But I want to say to you, Give yourselves a show.
Daybreak In Alabama
© Langston Hughes
When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
From Faust - I. Dedication
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Parting the vapor mist that round me plays!
My bosom finds its youthful strength again,
Feeling the magic breeze that marks your train.
Freedoms Plow
© Langston Hughes
First in the heart is the dream-
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
His eyes look out on the world,
On the great wooded world,
On the rich soil of the world,
On the rivers of the world.
Rose
© Thomas Dekker
Here sit thou down upon this flowry bank,
And make a garland for thy Lacys head.
The Weary Blues
© Langston Hughes
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
The Telephone Number
© Vernon Scannell
Searching for a lost address I find,
Among dead papers in a dusty drawer,
Democracy
© Langston Hughes
Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.
Problems
© Langston Hughes
2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?And how would it be
If one 2 was me?Or if the first 4 was you
Justice
© Langston Hughes
That Justice is a blind goddess
Is a thing to which we black are wise:
Her bandage hides two festering sores
That once perhaps were eyes.
The Woman That Lifted Up Her Voice
© George MacDonald
Filled with his words of truth and right,
Her heart will break or cry:
A woman's cry bursts forth in might
Of loving agony.
