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A Little Boy's Dream

© Katherine Mansfield

Then he cried "O Mother dear."
And he woke and sat upright,
They were in the rocking chair,
Mother's arms around him--tight.

A Joyful Song Of Five

© Katherine Mansfield

Come, let us all sing very high
And all sing very loud
And keep on singing in the street
Until there's quite a crowd;

A Fine Day

© Katherine Mansfield

After all the rain, the sun
Shines on hill and grassy mead;
Fly into the garden, child,
You are very glad indeed.

A Few Rules for Beginners

© Katherine Mansfield

Babies must not eat the coal
And they must not make grimaces,
Nor in party dresses roll
And must never black their faces.

A Day in Bed

© Katherine Mansfield

I wish I had not got a cold,
The wind is big and wild,
I wish that I was very old,
Not just a little child.

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,
Are gone from the house.
My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite
And night is night.

Sadie and Maud

© Gwendolyn Brooks

Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell

© Gwendolyn Brooks

I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.

The Lovers of the Poor

© Gwendolyn Brooks

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment
League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag

The Independent Man

© Gwendolyn Brooks

Now who could take you off to tiny life
In one room or in two rooms or in three
And cork you smartly, like the flask of wine
You are? Not any woman. Not a wife.

The Good Man

© Gwendolyn Brooks

The good man.
He is still enhancer, renouncer.
In the time of detachment,
in the time of the vivid heather and affectionate evil,

The Ballad of Rudolph Reed

© Gwendolyn Brooks

Rudolph Reed was oaken.
His wife was oaken too.
And his two good girls and his good little man
Oakened as they grew.

We Real Cool

© Gwendolyn Brooks

We real cool. We
Left School. WeLurk late. We
Strike straight. WeSing sin. We
Thin gin. WeJazz June. We

To Be In Love

© Gwendolyn Brooks

To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things

The Crazy Woman

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This

One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.

The Mother

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.

[Greek Title]

© Thomas Hardy

Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee,
O Willer masked and dumb!
Who makest Life become, -
As though by labouring all-unknowingly,
Like one whom reveries numb.

Song From Heine

© Thomas Hardy

I scanned her picture dreaming,
Till each dear line and hue
Was imaged, to my seeming,
As if it lived anew.

The Casterbridge Captains

© Thomas Hardy

THREE captains went to Indian wars,
And only one returned:
Their mate of yore, he singly wore
The laurels all had earned.