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The Farewell to Clarimonde

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forget me.
Although no more I haunt thy dreams at night,
Thy hungering heart forever must regret me,
And starve for those lost moments of delight.

Beds of icicles protrude from tussock bare patches,
needle pointed lances thrusting skyward
as if some new sprung lawn,
awaiting the crushing blows of booted feet,
soon to wilt in the onslaught of day.

Warble Of Lilac-Time

© Walt Whitman

My mind henceforth, and all its meditations-my recitatives,
My land, my age, my race, for once to serve in songs,
(Sprouts, tokens ever of death indeed the same as life,)
To grace the bush I love-to sing with the birds,
A warble for joy of Lilac-time.

A catchy phrase

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It was called Farm Fantastic, a catchy phrase,
and potentially a days wasted sweat.
Even after the event I cant say it wasnt,
and Im kind of glad we went, for better

Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore

© William Brighty Rands

Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
No doubt you have heard the name before
Was a boy who never would shut a door!

Triple Feature

© Denise Levertov

Innocent decision: to enjoy.
And the pathos
of hopefulness, of his solicitude:

The Black Cottage

© Robert Frost

We chanced in passing by that afternoon

To catch it in a sort of special picture

Full Moon

© Victoria Mary Sackville-West

She was wearing the coral taffeta trousers
Someone had brought her from Ispahan,
And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms,
And the coral-hafted feather fan;
But she ran down a Kentish lane in the moonlight,
And skipped in the pool of the moon as she ran.

From the Roof

© Denise Levertov

This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and
slapping my face lightly, soundless merriment
in the gesticulations of shirtsleeves,
I recall out of my joy a night of misery

Robert Gould Shaw

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Far better the slow blaze of Learning's light,
The cool and quiet of her dearer fane,
Than this hot terror of a hopeless fight,
This cold endurance of the final pain,-
Since thou and those who with thee died for right
Have died, the Present teaches, but in vain!

The Métier of Blossoming

© Denise Levertov

Fully occupied with growing--that's
the amaryllis. Growing especially
at night: it would take
only a bit more patience than I've got

Epitaph On The Late Mary Villiers

© Thomas Carew

The Lady Mary Villiers lies

Under this stone; with weeping eyes

Web

© Denise Levertov

Intricate and untraceable
weaving and interweaving,
dark strand with light:

A True Hero

JAMES BRAIDWOOD: Died June 22, 1861.
NOT at the battle front,--writ of in story;
Not on the blazing wreck steering to glory;
Not while in martyr-pangs soul and flesh sever,

The Dog of Art

That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
flame of his very self at every bark
is the Dog of Art.

Flor Temprana

A Antonio Moreno y Oviedo.
Mujer que recogiste los primeros
frutos de mi pasión, ¡con qué alegría
como una santa esposa te vería
llegar a mis floridos jazmineros!

Settling

I was welcomed hereclear gold
of late summer, of opening autumn,
the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree,
the mountain revealing herself unclouded, her snow