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God the Artist

© Angela Morgan

God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
How did you dream of the Milky Way
To guide us from afar.
How did you think of a clean brown pool
Where flecks of shadows are?

The Red Dance

© Anne Sexton

There was a girl
who danced in the city that night,
that April 22nd,
all along the Charles River.

"Manus Animam Pinxit"

© Francis Thompson

Lady who hold'st on me dominion!

Within your spirit's arms I stay me fast

THe Mother-Lodge

© Rudyard Kipling

Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!

The Bells

© Anne Sexton

Today the circus poster
is scabbing off the concrete wall
and the children have forgotten
if they knew at all.

Limerick: There was an Old Man of Apulia

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Apulia,
Whose conduct was very peculiar
He fed twenty sons,
Upon nothing but buns,
That whimsical Man of Apulia.

They sent me letters with news
of you and I made moccasins that I would never use.
When I grew well enough to tolerate
myself, I lived with my mother, the witches said.
But I didn't leave. I had my portrait
done instead.

A Summer Shower

© Henry Timrod

Welcome, rain or tempest
From yon airy powers,
We have languished for them
Many sultry hours,
And earth is sick and wan, and pines with all her flowers.

Said The Poet To The Analyst

© Anne Sexton

My business is words. Words are like labels,
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
I confess I am only broken by the sources of things;
as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic,

Triolet

© Robert Fuller Murray

After the melting of the snow
Divines depart and April comes;
Examinations nearer grow
After the melting of the snow;

The Refusal of Charon

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

Why look the distant mountains

So gloomy and so drear?

Gods

© Anne Sexton

Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods.
She began looking in the sky
expecting a large white angel with a blue crotch.

Amarantha. A Pastorall

© Richard Lovelace

Up with the jolly bird of light
Who sounds his third retreat to night;
Faire Amarantha from her bed
Ashamed starts, and rises red

The Dead Heart

© Anne Sexton

And I said, merely to myself, "I wish it could be for a
different seizure--as with Molly Bloom and her and
yes I said yes I will Yes."

The Children

© Anne Sexton

The children are all crying in their pens
and the surf carries their cries away.
They are old men who have seen too much,
their mouths are full of dirty clothes,

Epitaph For A Dead Senator

Alas! he died when swill flowed far and near,
While there were other pearls and deeper mud.
Muse of the belly, drop a briny tear,
The educated hog has crossed the flood.

That Day

© Anne Sexton

This is the desk I sit at
and this is the desk where I love you too much
and this is the typewriter that sits before me
where yesterday only your body sat before me