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The Assassination of Indira Gandhi

© Clarke George Elliott

In Kitchener, Hallowe'en frost chokes roses,The spruce gangrene, and haystacks flame in fieldsWhere Mennonites preach black, scorched-earth gospels

Poem

© Caudwell Christopher

High on a bough beneath the moonlight paleThat over-rated bird the nightingaleSang and sang on

When we are old, our eyes will open wide and everything we knewwill exit through them, standing here and there, domestic order oftables, chairs and bed making room for what we are -- a rosethat passed between our hands will flower there, a place where wewere walking in a change of light, a star that we had shared when wewere far apart -- and we will gaze upon them, moving through our eyes

The Masque of B-ll--l

© Anonymous

First come I. My name is J-W-TT.There's no knowledge but I know it.I am Master of this College,What I don't know isn't knowledge.

The History of Sixteen Wonderful Old Women

© Anonymous

1Mistress Towl.

Canada: Case History: 1945

© Earle Birney

This is the case of a high-school land,deadset in adolescence;loud treble laughs and sudden fists,bright cheeks, the gangling presence

Convergence Of The Twain

© Thomas Hardy

In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.

Untitled Poem - I

© Alan Dugan

Once, one of my students read a book we had.

She was doing a history assignment on

Week-End

© Harold Monro

I
The train! The twleve o'clock for paradise.
Hurry, or it will try to creep away.
Out in the country every one is wise:

On The Pulse Of Morning

© Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree

Hosts to species long since departed,

Fragment Of A Meditation

© Allen Tate

In the beginning the irresponsible Verb
Connived with chaos whence I've seen it start
Riddles in the head for the nervous heart
To count its beat on: all beginnings run
Like water the easiest way or like birds
Fly on their cool imponderable flood.

The Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves

© William Butler Yeats

First Voice. Maybe they linger by the way.
One gathers up his purple gown;
One leans and mutters by the wall -
He dreads the weight of mortal hours.

Variations At Home And Abroad

© Kenneth Koch

It takes a lot of a person's life

To be French, or English, or American

Lines Written In The Album At Elbingerode, In The Hartz Forest

I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw
Woods crowding upon woods, hills over hills
A surging scene, and only limited
By the blue distance. Heavily my way

Fidelity

A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;
He halts--and searches with his eyes
Among the scattered rocks:

The Souls' Rising

See! see in yonder misty cloud
One whirlwind sweep, and we shall hear
The voice that waxes yet more loud
And louder still approaching near!

Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)

O let the soul her slumbers break,
Let thought be quickened, and awake;
Awake to see
How soon this life is past and gone,
And death comes softly stealing on,
How silently!

The Secret Of The Stars

Is man's the only throbbing heart that hides
The silent spring that feeds its whispering tides?
Speak from thy caverns, mystery-breeding Earth,
Tell the half-hinted story of thy birth,
And calm the noisy champions who have thrown
The book of types against the book of stone!