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Don Juan: Canto The Fourth

© George Gordon Byron

Nothing so difficult as a beginning

In poesy, unless perhaps the end;

Domingos De Provincia

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

En los claros domingos de mi pueblo es costumbre
Que en la plaza descubran las gentiles cabezas
Las mozas, y sus ojos reflejan dulcemente
Y la banda del kiosco toca lánguidas piezas.

Dedication: To W. R. B.

© Stephen Vincent Benet

And so, to you, who always were
Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot
To me, I give these weedy rhymes
In memory of earlier times.
Now all those careless days are not.
Of all my heroes, you endure.

Dirge

© Madison Julius Cawein

WHAT shall her silence keep
Under the sun?
Here, where the willows weep
And waters run;
Here, where she lies asleep,
And all is done.

Der Freischutz

© Charles Godfrey Leland

AIR - "Der Pabst lebt,"
WIE gehts, my frendts-if you'll allow-
I sings you rite afay shoost now
Some dretful shdories vitch dey calls
Der Freyschutz, or de Magic Balls.

Dead Roses

© Eugene Field

He placed a rose in my nut-brown hair--
A deep red rose with a fragrant heart
And said: "We'll set this day apart,
So sunny, so wondrous fair."

Doom Of Exiles

© Sylvia Plath

Now we, returning from the vaulted domes
Of our colossal sleep, come home to find
A tall metropolis of catacombs
Erected down the gangways of our mind.

Dedication

© John Le Gay Brereton

Grant me a moment of peace,

Let me but open mine eyes,

Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth

© George Gordon Byron

I now mean to be serious;--it is time,

Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.

Divided

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AS not a bud that burgeons 'mid the bowers;
As not a leaf on any tree that grows,
But to its neighbor some unlikeness shows,
Made clearer still through all the blossoming hours.

Dum Vivimus

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

Now with the marriage of the lip and beaker

Drink Out Thy Glass

© Carl Michael Bellman

Drink out thy glass! See, on thy threshold, nightly,

Staying his sword, stands Death, awaiting thee.

Dumbness

Sure Man was born to meditate on things,

And to contemplate the eternal springs

I am, outside. Incredible panic rules.
People are blowing and beating each other without mercy.
Drinks are boiling. Iced
drinks are boiling. The worse anyone feels, the worse
treated he is. Fools elect fools.
A harmless man at an intersection said, under his breath, "Christ!"