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The Garden Of Love

© William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

A Poison Tree

© William Blake

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

The Chimney Sweeper (Innocence)

© William Blake

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep,
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

The Sick Rose

© William Blake

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Yarner

© Graham Burchell

Many divert to watch me. Threatened,
they pause, cut short their song, stop
feeding, mating, working the cycle
of dispersion, growth and decay.

They are both old
Boireann and hershe wants to remain in the carhunchedregarding the other
through the smear of a windowthe intrusion of a wing mirror mars
a romance of meddled limestone a partial view

Motif

© Graham Burchell

fishless conjoin -
rust cliff and water world
beneath reflected sky;

Fairy Tale

© Graham Burchell

even on an August beach
tell a fairy tale

one woven more cruel
than castles turned to sand and

Last Supper

© Graham Burchell

Botticelli grinned
with egg tempera congealed
at the hinge of his lips

Someone Is Harshly Coughing As Before

© Delmore Schwartz

But it is God, who has caught cold again,
Wandering helplessly in the world once more,
Now he is phthisic, and he is, poor Keats
(Pardon, O Father, unknowable Dear, this word,
Only the cartoon is lucid, only the curse is heard),
Longing for Eden, afraid of the coming war.

Saint, Revolutionist

© Delmore Schwartz

Saint, revolutionist,
God and sage know well,
That there is a place
Where that much-rung bell,

News Of The Gold World Of May

© Delmore Schwartz

News of the Gold World of May in Holland Michigan:
"Wooden shoes will clatter again
on freshly scrubbed streets--"

Sonnet: The Ghosts Of James And Peirce In Harvard Yard

© Delmore Schwartz

"We studied the radiant sun, the star's pure seed:
Darkness is infinite! The blind can see
Hatred's necessity and love's grave need
Now that the poor are murdered across the sea,
And you are ignorant, who hear the bell;
Ignorant, you walk between heaven and hell."

Poem (Faithful to your commands, o consciousness)

© Delmore Schwartz

Poem Faithful to your commands, o consciousness, o

Cambridge, Spring 1937

At last the air fragrant, the bird's bubbling whistle
Succinct in the unknown unsettled trees:
O little Charles, beside the Georgian colleges
And milltown New England; at last the wind soft,

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer

I looked toward the movie, the common dream,
The he and she in close-ups, nearer than life,
And I accepted such things as they seem,

Philology Recapitulates Ontology, Poetry Is Ontology

Staring at the ever-blue and the far small stars and
the faint white endless curtain of the
twinkling play's endless seasons.

Words For A Trumpet Chorale Celebrating The Autumn

Come and come forth and come up from the cup of
Your dumbness, stunned and numb, come with
The statues and believed in,
Thinking this is nothing, deceived.

By Circumstances Fed

By circumstances fed
Which divide attention
Among the living and the dead,
Under the blooms of the blossoming sun,

Two Lyrics From Kilroy's Carnival: A Masque

"--Kiss me there where pride is glittering
Kiss me where I am ripened and round fruit
Kiss me wherever, however, I am supple, bare and flare
(Let the bell be rung as long as I am young:
let ring and fly like a great bronze wing!)