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To Qiwu Qian Bound Home After Failing In An Examination

© Wang Wei

In a happy reign there should be no hermits;


The wise and able should consult together....

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A Farm-house On The Wei River

© Wang Wei

In the slant of the sun on the country-side,


Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane;

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The Emigrants: Book II

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.


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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One writes, that Other Friends Rem

© Alfred Tennyson

O mother, praying God will save
Thy sailor,--while thy head is bow'd,
His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud
Drops in his vast and wandering grave.

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Thinking Ahead To Possible Options And A Worst-Case Scenario

© James Tate

I swerved to avoid hitting a squirrel

in the center of the road and that's when

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The Wrong Way Home

© James Tate

All night a door floated down the river.

It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure

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Like A Scarf

© James Tate

The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing,

more likely they were the random associations

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The Land of Nod

© Robert Louis Stevenson

From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

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The Comedian As The Letter C

© Wallace Stevens

379 Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
380 With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
381 No, no: veracious page on page, exact.

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Astrophel and Stella

© Sir Philip Sidney


Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth,
Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only in you my song begins and endeth.

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The Recollection

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

NOW the last day of many days,


All beautiful and bright as thou,

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The Flight of Love

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

WHEN the lamp is shatter'd


The light in the dust lies dead¡ª

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Untitled 1

© Tupac Shakur

Father forgive us for living


Why are all my homies stuck in prison?

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And 2Morrow

© Tupac Shakur

Today is filled with anger


fueled with hidden hate

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The Dreamers

© Siegfried Sassoon

I see them in foul dug-outs, gnawed by rats,
And in the ruined trenches, lashed with rain,
Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,
And mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train.

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Duino Elegies

© Rainer Maria Rilke

The First Elegy


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For the Record

© Adrienne Rich

The clouds and the stars didn't wage this war
the brooks gave no information
if the mountain spewed stones of fire into the river
it was not taking sides
the raindrop faintly swaying under the leaf
had no political opinions

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Inheritance-His

© Audre Lorde

Does an image of return
wealthy and triumphant
warm your chilblained fingers
as you count coins in the Manhattan snow
or is it only Linda
who dreams of home?

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The Lights of Cobb and Co

© Henry Lawson

Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men;

A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then;

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from Flying Home

© Galway Kinnell

that love is hard,
that while many good things are easy, true love is not,
because love is first of all a power,
its own power,
which continually must make its way forward, from night
into day, from transcending union always forward into difficult day.