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Limerick: There was an Old Man of the West
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of the West,
Who wore a pale plum-coloured vest;
When they said, 'Does it fit?'
He replied, 'Not a bit!'
That uneasy Old Man of the West.
In The Village Of My Ancestors
© Vasko Popa
Someone embraces me
Someone looks at me with the eyes of a wolf
Someone takes off his hat
So I can see him better
To Lord Thurlow
© George Gordon Byron
'I lay my branch of laurel down.
Then thus to form Apollo's crown.
Let every other bring his own.'~Lord Thurlow's lines to Mr. Rogers
Wedding
© Vasko Popa
Each strips his own skin
Each bares his own constellation
Which has never seen the night
A Forgetful Number
© Vasko Popa
Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But alone very much alone
Sur La Mort DUn Enfant
© André Marie de Chénier
L'innocente victime, au terrestre séjour,
N'a vu que le printemps qui lui donna le jour.
Rome
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Rome is but nature's twin, which has reflected Rome.
We see its civic might, the signs of its decorum
In the transparent air, the firmament's blue dome,
The colonnades of groves and in the meadow's forum.
Dwelling In Mesech
© John Newton
What a mournful life is mine,
Fill with crosses, pains and cares!
Every work defiled with sin,
Every step beset with snares!
Hymn 103
© Isaac Watts
Come, happy souls, approach your God
With new melodious songs;
Come, tender to almighty grace
The tribute of your tongues.
The Retrospect: CWM Elan, 1812
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Woods, to whose depths retires to die
The wounded Echo's melody,
And whither this lone spirit bent
The footstep of a wild intent:
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ASKING THE FULFILMENT OF HER LOVE
I ask for love who famished am in plenty,
Not scorning the dear manna of your tears
But being vexed with that too froward twenty
The Attack at Dawn
© Leon Gellert
At every cost, they said, it must be done.
They told us in the early afternoon.
An Eine Kleine Schoene
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Kleine Schoene, kuesse mich.
Kleine Schoene, schaemst du dich?
Three Flowers
© William Watson
I made a little song about the rose
And sang it for the rose to hear,
Nor ever marked until the music's close
A lily that was listening near.
