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Losing Track

© Denise Levertov

Long after you have swung back
away from me
I think you are still with me:

Lallegro

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Felicity!

Who ope'st to none that knocks, yet, laughing weak,

Celebration

© Denise Levertov

Brilliant, this day a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
deft hands. And every prodigy of green
whether it's ferns or lichens or needles

San Borondon

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

Saint Brandan, a Scotch abbot, long ago
Sailed southward with a swarm of monks, to sow
The seeds of true religion nothing else
Among the tribes of naked infidels.

There's in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned butfair-featured and smelling of
apples or grass. She wearsa utopian smock or shift, her hair
is light brown and smooth, and sheis kind and very clean without

The Bastille: A Vision

© Helen Maria Williams

"Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,
Unvisited by light,
Chill silence dwells with night,
Save where the clanging fetter sounds!

Talking to Grief

© Denise Levertov

Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.

The Shepherd's Week : Monday; or the Squabble

© John Gay

Lobbin Clout.
Ah Blouzelind! I love thee more by half,
Than does their fawns, or cows the new-fallen calf;
Wo worth the tongue! may blisters sore it gall,
That names Buxoma, Blouzelind withal.

Adam's Complaint

© Denise Levertov

Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.

The Smiths

© Edwin Greenslade Murphy

There were Smiths from every region where the Smiths are known to grow,
There were cornstalk Smiths, Victorian Smiths, and Smiths who eat the crow;
There were Maori Smiths, Tasmanian Smiths, and parched-up Smiths from Cairns;
Bachelor Smiths and widower Smiths and Smiths with wives and bairns.

Wanting The Moon

© Denise Levertov

Not the moon. A flower
on the other side of the water.The water sweeps past in flood,
dragging a whole tree by the hair,a barn, a bridge. The flower
sings on the far bank.Not a flower, a bird calling

The Spirit Of Great Joan

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Back of each soldier who fights for France,

Aye, back of each woman and man

Living

© Denise Levertov

The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.

The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster

© Richard Brautigan

When you take your pill
its like a mine disaster.
I think of all the people
lost inside of you.

In California During the Gulf War

Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among
trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts,
the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought,

Verses III

Written by the same lady on seeing her two sons
at play.
SWEET age of bless'd delusion! blooming boys,
Ah! revel long in childhood's thoughtless joys,
With light and pliant spirits, that can stoop
To follow, sportively, the rolling hoop;

The Ache Of Marriage

thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth

Peace Proposal

Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay