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(For Katherine Bregy)I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring,
For I would make a posy, a posy for the King.
I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be,
From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red

Do the Dead Know what Time It Is?

© Kenneth Patchen

The old guy put down his beer.
Son, he said,
(and a girl came over to the table where we were:
asked us by Jack Christ to buy her a drink.)

Main Street

© Joyce Kilmer

(For S. M. L.)I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,
But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be
When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of snow,
And over the crisp and radiant road the ringing sleighs would go.

The Moon's Minion

© Andrew Lang

Thine eyes are like the sea, my dear,

The wand'ring waters, green and grey;

A Day That Is Boundless As Youth

© Robert Laurence Binyon

A day that is boundless as youth
And gay with delight to be born,
Where the waves flash and glide over sands
In their pure image rippled and worn;

Yad Mordechai

© Yehuda Amichai

And I said to myself: Everyone is attached to his own lament
as to a parachute. Slowly he descends and slowly hovers
until he touches the hard place.

The Quiet Rural Church

© Victor Marie Hugo

It was a humble church, with arches low,
The church we entered there,
Where many a weary soul since long ago
Had past with plaint or prayer.

Near The Wall Of A House

© Yehuda Amichai

Near the wall of a house painted
to look like stone,
I saw visions of God.

The Butterfly

© Ann Taylor

THE Butterfly, an idle thing,
Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,
As do the bee and bird;
Nor does it, like the prudent ant,
Lay up the grain for times of want,
A wise and cautious hoard.

On Rabbi Kook's Street

© Yehuda Amichai

There are smells of baking from inside the shanty,
there's a shop where they distribute Bibles free,
free, free. More than one prophet
has left this tangle of lanes
while everything topples above him and he becomes someone else.

Ma Belle

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Farewell, dear Heart! Since needs it must I go,

Dear Heart, farewell!

I Know A Man

© Yehuda Amichai

I know a man
who photographed the view he saw
from the window of the room where he made love
and not the face of the woman he loved there.

Aurora Borealis

© Edouard Roditi

A crystallization of color spreads from the upper regions of the dark sky towards the trembling nipples of the waves. The feathering fringes of clouds fade behind pillars of green light. Transparent curtains tremble every-where. In the arctic temple, the hidden Samson of light shakes the moon-green pillars of the night.

Color these crystals with sudden blood; it is dawn, or else the last consumptive saliva of the dying day. Heartless hard light!

And We Shall Not Get Excited

We shall remember the things we held in our hands
That slipped out.
What I have in my possesion and what I do not have in my possession.

Ein Yahav

A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert,
a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain.
There I met people who grow date palms,
there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees,