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Evolution
© Sharmagne Leland-St. John
the thin sharp reeds
knot and tangle
cut and pierce
my derma layer
Vers Libres
© Paul Verlaine
Jadmire lambition du Vers Libre, -
Et moi-même que fais-je en ce moment
Que dessayer démouvoir léquilibre
Dun nombre ayant deux rhythmes seulement?
There Were Dry Red Days
© Sharmagne Leland-St. John
by Sharmagne Leland-St.JohnThere were dry red days
Devoid of clouds
Devoid of breeze
Sound bruised
Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken
© Henry Francis Lyte
Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition, all Ive sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.
The Revolution At Market-Hill
© Jonathan Swift
From distant regions Fortune sends
An odd triumvirate of friends;
Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend,
Where never yet a codling ripen'd:
When First I Came Here
© Edward Thomas
WHEN first I came here I had hope,
Hope for I knew not what. Fast beat
My heart at the sight of the tall slope
Or grass and yews, as if my feet
Girl in Love
© Rainer Maria Rilke
That's my window. This minute
So gently did I alight
From sleep-was still floating in it.
Where has my life its limit
And where begins the night?
The Word
© Edward Thomas
There are so many things I have forgot,
That once were much to me, or that were not,
All lost, as is a childless woman's child
And its child's children, in the undefiled
Upon The Flint In The Water
© John Bunyan
This flint an emblem is of those that lie,
Like stones, under the Word, until they die.
Its crystal streams have not their nature changed,
They are not, from their lusts, by grace estranged.
The Trumpet
© Edward Thomas
Rise up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn glowing
Invitation To The Redbreast
© William Cowper
Sweet bird, whom the winter constrains--
And seldom another it can--
The Sign-Post
© Edward Thomas
The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy,
And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry,
Rough, long grasses keep white with frost
At the hill-top by the finger-post;
The Hymn Of The Wiltshire Laborers
© Charles Dickens
O God! who by Thy prophet's hand
Didst smite the rocky brake,
The Path
© Edward Thomas
RUNNING along a bank, a parapet
That saves from the precipitous wood below
The level road, there is a path. It serves
Children for looking down the long smooth steep,
The Owl
© Edward Thomas
DOWNHILL I came, hungry, and yet not starved,
Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof
Against the north wind; tired, yet so that rest
Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof.
L. e. l.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Whose heart was breaking for a little love.'
Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all;
The New House
© Edward Thomas
NOW first, as I shut the door,
I was alone
In the new house; and the wind
Began to moan.
Sonnet XL: Oh, Yes! They Love
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth,
