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Violin was torn to pieces begging,
And then broke out in tears
So childishly,
That Drum couldn't handle it any longer,
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right! He got tired, Not hearing out Violin's speech, and Sneaked out to the Kuznetsky, And made off. The orchestra looked strangely, as Violin cried herself out Wordless Without tempo And only somewhere Foolish Cymbals Were banging out: What is it? How is it? Then when Helicon Copper-faced Sweating Shouted: Stupid! Softy! Wipe it off! I got up, Shaking, crawled over the notes, Bending low under the horror of the pupitre, For some reason cried out, Oh, God! Threw myself at her wooden neck, Violin, you know? We are so alike: I do also Shout But still can not prove anything either! The musicians are laughing: Gotcha! He's dating a wooden girlfriend! Smart one, ha! I don't give a damn! I am worthy! You know what, Violin? Why don't we Move in together! Ha?

Ballade Of The Average Reader

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Most read of readers, if you've read
The works of any old succeeder,
You know that he, too, must have said:
"I've never seen an Average Reader."

The Home of My Heart

© Francis William Bourdillon

Not here in the populous town,
In the playhouse or mart,
Not here in the ways gray and brown,
Bnt afar on the green-swelling down,
Is the home of my heart.

Inter Vias

© Archibald Lampman

'Tis a land where no hurricane falls,

But the infinite azure regards

The Childs Dream

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Buried in childhoods cloudless dreams, a fair-haired nursling lay,
A soft smile hovered round the lips as if still oped to pray;
And then a vision came to him, of beauty, strange and mild,
Such as may only fill the dreams of a pure sinless child.

Negro Dancers

© Langston Hughes

"Me an' ma baby's

Got two mo' ways,

The Sheperd Boy

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

LIKE some vision olden
Of far other time,
When the age was golden,
In the young world's prime

An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum

© Stephen Spender

Far far from gusty waves these children's faces.

Like rootless weeds, the hair torn around their pallor.

Tenebrae

© Emile Verhaeren

A moon, with vacant, chilling eye, stares
At the winter, enthroned vast and white upon the hard ground;
The night is an entire and translucent azure;
The wind, a blade of sudden presence, stabs.

Insects In Summer

© James Thomson

Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile young
Came wing'd abroad; by the light air upborne
Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink
And secret corner, where they slept away

The Poet and his Song

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

A SONG is but a little thing,

And yet what joy it is to sing!

Design For The List Of Pictures

© Arthur Symons

Priapus, with his god's virility,

With woman's breads that passionately rise,

The Very Image - To Rene Magritte

© David Gascoyne

An image of my grandmother
her head appearing upside-down upon a cloud
the cloud transfixed on the steeple
of a deserted railway-station
far away

Fame And Duty

What shall I do lest life in silence pass?

"And if it do,

Breitmann In Kansas

VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr
Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like efery dings -
"circuivit terram et perambulavit eam," ash der Teufel said ven
dey ask him: "How vash you und how you has peen?"

Ma Muse Fuit Les Champs

Ma Muse fuit les champs abreuvés de carnage,

Et ses pieds innocents ne se poseront pas

Songs of the Spring Nights

The flush of green that dyed the day
Hath vanished in the moon;
Flower-scents float stronger out, and play
An unborn, coming tune.

Love Faithful In The Absence Of The Beloved

In vain ye woo me to your harmless joys,
Ye pleasant bowers, remote from strife and noise;
Your shades, the witnesses of many a vow,
Breathed forth in happier days, are irksome now;
Denied that smile 'twas once my heaven to see,
Such scenes, such pleasures, are all past with me.