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This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and
slapping my face lightly, soundless merriment
in the gesticulations of shirtsleeves,
I recall out of my joy a night of misery

Sojourns in the Parallel World

© Denise Levertov

We live our lives of human passions,
cruelties, dreams, concepts,
crimes and the exercise of virtue
in and beside a world devoid

The City Of The Dead XX

© Khalil Gibran

Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe.

I looked back, and the city appeared with its magnificent mosques and stately residences veiled by the smoke of the shops.

The Window

© Conrad Aiken

She looks out in the blue morning
and sees a whole wonderful world
she looks out in the morning
and sees a whole world

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10: Letter

© Conrad Aiken

From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees
The soft blue starlight through the one small window,
The moon above black trees, and clouds, and Venus,
And turns to write . . . The clock, behind ticks softly.

The Beggar's Soliloquy

© George Meredith

I

Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer,

Concerning The Philosophers Stone. ( Alchemical Verse .)

© John Gower

And also with great diligence,

Thei fonde thilke Experience:

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 4

© Christopher Smart

Tho' toad I am the object of man's hate.
Yet better am I than a reprobate. who has the worst of prospects.
For there are stones, whose constituent particles are little toads.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 3

© Christopher Smart

For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 1

© Christopher Smart

Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers.

Sudden Things

© Donald Hall

A storm was coming, that was why it was dark

Gentleness Stirred

© Nimah Nawwab

Hey, you there! thunders across the parking lot
You with the black boots the tone is raised
Oh, oh, reluctantly she turns,
Fear stirs,
Flinching,
Watches wrath unleashed.

January 3

© David Lehman

The shrink says, "Everything depends
on how many stuffed animals you had
as a boy," and my mother tells me my
father was left-handed and so is my son

From "The Parish: A Satire"

© John Clare

I

In politics and politicians' lies

Child's Park Stones

© Sylvia Plath

In sunless air, under pines
Green to the point of blackness, some
Founding father set these lobed, warped stones
To loom in the leaf-filtered gloom
Black as the charred knuckle-bones

De Profundis Clamavi (Out Of The Depths I Have Cried)

J'implore ta pitié, Toi, l'unique que j'aime,
Du fond du gouffre obscur où mon coeur est tombé.
C'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,
Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème;

The Garden

© Louise Gluck

The garden admires you.
For your sake it smears itself with green pigment,
The ecstatic reds of the roses,
So that you will come to it with your lovers.