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Korean Mums

© James Schuyler

beside me in this garden
are huge and daisy-like
(why not? are not
oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),

O Love! were you the scented fan
that lies upon my pillow,
A sandal lute, or silver lamp that burns before my shrine,
Why should I fear the jealous dawn
that spreads with cruel laughter,
Sad veils of separation between your face and mine?

The Neighbor

© Marge Piercy

Man stomping over my bed in boots
carrying a large bronze church bell
which you occasionally drop:
gross man with iron heels

Toad Dreams

© Marge Piercy

That afternoon the dream of the toads
rang through the elms by Little River
and affected the thoughts of men,
though they were not conscious that
they heard it.--Henry Thoreau

Visiting a Dead Man on a Summer Day

© Marge Piercy

But the Getty tomb: white, snow patterned
in a triangle of trees swims dappled with leaf shadow,
sketched light arch within arch
delicate as fingernail moons.

Attack of the Squash People

© Marge Piercy

Sneak out before dawn to drop
them in other people's gardens,
in baby buggies at churchdoors.
Shot, smuggling zucchini into
mailboxes, a federal offense.

Implications of One Plus One

© Marge Piercy

Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
tons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra.

Having The Flu And With Nothing Else To Do

© Charles Bukowski

I read a book about John Dos Passos and according to
the book once radical-communist
John ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investments
and reading the
Wall Street Journal

Dohas II (with translation)

© Kabir

Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu Roye
Aise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab Koye
[When you were born in this world
Everyone laughed while you cried

A Song of Sherwood

© Alfred Noyes

Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.

Os Dois Horizontes

© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Dous horizonte fecham nossa vida:
Um horizonte, a saudade
Do que não há de voltar;
Outro horizonte, a esperança

Cut Grass

© Philip Larkin

Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death

The Princess (The Conclusion)

© Alfred Tennyson

Last little Lilia, rising quietly,
Disrobed the glimmering statue of Sir Ralph
From those rich silks, and home well-pleased we went.

Couplet 2

© Amir Khusro

Farsi Couplet:
Gar jamaal-e yaar nabuad baa khayalash hum khusham,
Khaana-e darvesh ra shamee ba az mehtaab neest.

Red Riding Hood

© Anne Sexton

Many are the deceivers:

The suburban matron,

Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel

In shoeless corridors, the lights burn. How
Isolated, like a fort, it is -
The headed paper, made for writing home
(If home existed) letters of exile: Now
Night comes on. Waves fold behind villages.

I Remember, I Remember

© Thomas Hood

I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;

The Douglas Tragedy

© Andrew Lang

"Rise up, rise up now, Lord Douglas," she says,
"And put on your armour so bright;
Let it never be said that a daughter of thine
Was married to a lord under night.

The Cloister

The last light of a July evening drained
into the streets below: My love and I had hard
things to say and hear, and we sat over
wine, faltering, picking our words carefully.