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Elements of Composition

© A. K. Ramanujan

Composed as I am, like others,
of elements on certain well-known lists,
father's seed and mother's egg

Envoi

© Ezra Pound

Go, dumb-born book,

Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes:

Eugenia Todd

© Edgar Lee Masters

Have any of you, passers-by,

Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?

Eye and Tooth

© Robert Lowell

My whole eye was sunset red,
the old cut cornea throbbed,
I saw things darkly,
as through an unwashed goldfish globe.

Every Dead One Has a Name

© Taja Kramberger

A decade ago,
a high-ranking party official warned me:
Stay a poet, as long as there’s still time.
Still time? Time for what?

Evening Star

© Mihai Eminescu

There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.

A hand that twists the broidered veilAbove the drooping flower-red mouthUpon the straight and delicate nose,And, gloveless, one, snow-white and frail,Whereon a glittering emerald glowsThat lifts a tumbler to your mouth:

Soft eyes that throw a languid glanceAcross the golden blazing bar,And leave a weary smile with me:Ah, who can tell the ways of chance,Or why to-night divided weExchange bored smiles across the bar?

But age who sits beside you knowsHis worth, and by the right of goldIs claimant of your charms to-night;While youth takes up a distant poseAnd watches you from far in flightBefore the majesty of gold

Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont

© William Wordsworth

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:I saw thee every day; and all the whileThy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea.

Effet de nuit

© Paul Verlaine

La nuit

Echoes from the Greek Anthology

© Henry Van Dyke

I. STARLIGHT1.2Thou lookest on the stars above:1.3Ah, would that I the heaven might be1.4With a million eyes to look on thee.

Evolution

© Thornely Thomas

When Nature set herself to work, she did it in a way,Which seems a little odd to us, who order things today

Epitaph in Ballade Form which Villon Made for Himself

© Thorley Wilfred Charles

O brother men that live when we have end, Let not your hearts 'gainst us be hardenynge;For if on us your pitie ye doe spend, Likewyse to you shall Godde be pityinge

El Desdichado

© Thorley Wilfred Charles

I am the dark inheritor of woe, The Prince of Aquitaine whose palace spire Lies low in dust

Evening of Battle

Severe the battle's shock. CenturionsAnd tribunes, rallying their men, drink inOnce more from air that vibrates with their dinThe scents and ardors of red slaughter's sons.