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To A Blank Sheet Of Paper

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WAN-VISAGED thing! thy virgin leaf
To me looks more than deadly pale,
Unknowing what may stain thee yet,--
A poem or a tale.

Examples (August 27)

© David Lehman

The last Campbell's tomato soup can
of the twentieth century is going to
the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh
That is an example of a sentence

When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."

Appropriate To A Sacrifice To King Wan

© Confucius

My offerings here are given,
A ram, a bull.
Accept them, mighty Heaven,
All-bountiful.

Late Love

© Jackie Kay

How they strut about, people in love,
How tall they grow, pleased with themselves,
Their hair, glossy, their skin shining.
They don't remember who they have been.

Sound Of Sleat

© Jackie Kay

I always looked out at the world,
And wondered if the world looked back at me,
Standing on the edge of something,
On my face- the wind from the cold sea.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

© Vachel Lindsay

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sat gossiping with Robert.
(She was really a raving beauty in her day.
With Mary Pickford curls in clouds and whirls.)

The Mother Poem (two)

© Jackie Kay

Now when people say ah but
It's not like having your own child though is it
I say of course it is what else is it
She's my child I have brought her up
Told her stories wept at losses
Laughed at her pleasures she is mine.

Baby Lazarus

© Jackie Kay

A week later I stood at my window
And saw the ground move
And swell the promise of a crop;
That's when she started crying.

My Pole Star --- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

Standard translation
I have made You the polar star of my
existence; never again can I lose my way in the
voyage of life.

That Distance Apart

© Jackie Kay

II
On the second night
I shall suffocate her with a feather pillow

A Town

© Jane Taylor

A BUSY town mid Britain's isle,
Behold in fancy's eye ;
With tower, and spire, and civic pile,
Beneath a summer sky :

Sonnet XXIX: Like Some Weak Lords

Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings,
To keep themselves and their chief cities free,
Do easily yield, that all their coasts may be
Ready to store their camps of needful things:

God's Garden

© Robert Frost

God made a beatous garden

With lovely flowers strown,

Carlyle

O GRANITE nature; like a mountain height
Which pierces heaven! yet with foundations deep,
Rooted where earth's majestic forces sleep,
In quiet breathing on the breast of night:--