All Poems

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Feckless With Disgust

© Jerome Rothenberg

All erasure of pain
is like the contrary of
dust that weighs
dark in my lungs

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I Vent My Wrath On Animals

© Jerome Rothenberg

I came alive
when things went
crazy.
I pulled the plug on

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A Missal Like A Bone

© Jerome Rothenberg

Link by link
I can disown
no link.(R. Duncan)
I search the passage

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I Will Not Eat My Poem

© Jerome Rothenberg

I kill for pleasure
not for gain.
A man much more
than you my hands

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I Am Not A Native Of This Place

© Jerome Rothenberg

I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.)
nor yet a stranger.
With the rst of you
I hunt for shade

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Lines

© Martha Collins

Draw a line. Write a line. There.
Stay in line, hold the line, a glance
between the lines is fine but don't
turn corners, cross, cut in, go over

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Pardoned Out

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I’m pardoned out. Again the stars
Shine on me with their myriad eyes.
So long I’ve peered ‘twixt iron bars,
I’m awed by this expanse of skies.

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Lines from

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I'd rather have my verses win
A place in common people's hearts,
Who, toiling through the strife and din
Of life's great thoroughfares, and marts,

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Refuted

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

So with the deeper joys of which I dreamed:
Life yields more rapture than did childhood’s fancies,
And each year brings more pleasure than I waited.
Friendship proves truer than of old it seemed,
And, all beyond youth’s passion-hued romances,
Love is more perfect than anticipated.

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Daft

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In the warm yellow smile of the morning,
She stands at the lattice pane,
And watches the strong young binders
Stride down to the fields of grain.

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Leudeman's-on-the-River

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Toward even when the day leans down,
To kiss the upturned face of night,
Out just beyond the loud-voiced town
I know a spot of calm delight.

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Over The Alley

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Here in my office I sit and write
Hour on hour, and day on day,
With no one to speak to from morn till night,
Though I have a neighbour just over the way.

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Presumption

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder -
I check myself, and say, 'That mighty One
Who made the solar system cannot blunder -
And for the best all things are being done.'

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High Noon

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Time’s finger on the dial of my life
Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day
Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark,
Bleak shadows of the grave engulf the end.

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Idler's Song

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I sit in the twilight dim
At the close of an idle day,
And I list to the soft sweet hymn,
That rises far away,

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Penalty

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Because of the fullness of what I had,
All that I have seems poor and vain.
If I had not been happy, I were not sad--
Tho' my salt is savorless, why complain?

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Foes

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear
As valued friends. He cannot know
The zest of life who runneth here
His earthly race without a foe.

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Guerdon

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
So soon a sorrow.

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At an Old Drawer

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Before this scarf was faded,
What hours of mirth it knew;
How gayly it paraded
From smiling eyes to view.

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Lay It Away

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

We will lay our summer away, my friend,
So tenderly lay it away.
It was bright and sweet to the very end,
Like one long, golden day.