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Jonathan Swift Somers

© Edgar Lee Masters

After you have enriched your soul
To the highest point,
With books, thought, suffering, the understanding of many personalities,
The power to interpret glances, silences,

Thus sung the kingsome angel reach a bough
From Eden's tree to crown the wisest brow;
And now thou fairest garden ever made,
Broad banks of spices, blossom'd walks of shade,
O Lebanon! where much I love to dwell,
Since I must leave thee Lebanon, farewel!

Two Infants II

© Khalil Gibran

A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud

Grass

© Alice Guerin Crist

The world is all one smother of grass,

Waves of it rolling deep and green,

To Jeoffry His Cat

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.

For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily

Far Away and Long Ago

© Sukasah Syahdan

The young man replied, Youre welcome, Maam, as much! He was no less happy.

Many years later they both grew old. It just happened that life had gone on and they had never met again. In fact, the two would have entirely forgotten the episodehad they not bought a book of poetry by an Indonesian poet and found this story.

Your noble reign

© Ivan Donn Carswell

The man whose term we would remember as our longest,
constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert
Gordon Menzies, turned 67 yesterday. Congratulations John,
youve run a long and torrid race, kept up a frenzied pace

Talk to me of love

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes,
of limber magic flying through the veiling air
and soft-edged silks trailing in a vintage plume,
the bloom of fragrant lavender intimate in your hair

Athritic Fingers Have To Last

© Ivan Donn Carswell

These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last
much longer yet, theyre all I have to keep the pages
on the screen prescribed with glowing words, my favoured antidote
to weak and skulking weariness; the cups of strong black coffee

from Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, lines 695-768

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 4

© Christopher Smart

Tho' toad I am the object of man's hate.
Yet better am I than a reprobate. who has the worst of prospects.
For there are stones, whose constituent particles are little toads.

For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (excerpt, Jubilate Agno)

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 1

© Christopher Smart

Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers.

Epistle to Mrs. Tyler

I shall not make a long oration
in order for my vindication,
For what the plague can I say more
Than lazy dogs have done before;
Such stuff is naught but mere tautology,
And so take that for my apology.