Pet poems

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Ii. Legend

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THERE lived in the desert a holy man

To whom a goat-footed Faun one day

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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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Song of the Lotos-Eaters

© Alfred Tennyson

THERE is sweet music here that softer falls


Than petals from blown roses on the grass,

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-night ungather'd let us leave

© Alfred Tennyson

Let cares that petty shadows cast,
By which our lives are chiefly proved,
A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.

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Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Coming Of Arthur

© Alfred Tennyson

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.

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Head of a White Woman Winking

© James Tate

She has one good bumblebee

which she leads about town

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Spring Beauties

© Ruth Stone

The abandoned campus,


empty brick buildings and early June

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Weirdos

© Sasha Skenderija

Deep and unreachable in their darknesses,
capriciously childish and tender
when we write to each other,
while we talk about one of us
who is not around.

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Astrophel and Stella: XV

© Sir Philip Sidney

You that do search for every purling spring

Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows,

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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 Gazelle

© Rainer Maria Rilke


Enchanted thing: how can two chosen words
ever attain the harmony of pure rhyme
that pulses through you as your body stirs?
Out of your forehead branch and lyre climb

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Snapshots of a Daughter-In-Law

© Adrienne Rich

You, once a belle in Shreveport,
with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud,
still have your dresses copied from that time,
and play a Chopin prelude
called by Cortot: "Delicious recollections
float like perfume through the memory."

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Song of Sorrow

© Olu Oguibe


I shall sing you a song of
Sorrow when the moment comes.
It is the way of poets.

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I am bound to this Land by blood

© Olu Oguibe

I have cried so often with broken men
And peered into a million faces blank
Faces without bodies bodies without faces
The owners of nothing breakers of stone
The owners who are owned I have known them all

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F?sulan Idyl

© Walter Savage Landor

She drew back
The boon she tendered, and then, finding not
The ribbon at her waist to fix it in,
Dropt it, as loth to drop it, on the rest.

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The Bear

© Galway Kinnell

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I take a wolf's rib and whittle
it sharp at both ends
and coil it up
and freeze it in blubber and place it out
on the fairway of the bears.

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Death and Fame

© Allen Ginsberg

When I die

I don't care what happens to my body

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The Tale Of The Forest

© Mihai Eminescu

Mighty emperor is the forest,
High dominion does he wield,
And a thousand races prosper
'Neath the shelter of his shield.

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Longing

© Mihai Eminescu

Come to the forest spring where wavelets
Trembling o'er the pebbles glide
And the drooping willow branches
Its secluded threshold hide.

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An A.b.c

© Geoffrey Chaucer

AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet