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Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous
hat, but that's not the hat I have in mind. That was his hat for
show. I am thinking of his private bathing cap, which in all hon-
esty wasn't much different than the one any jerk might buy at a

Days of Pie and Coffee

© Edward Taylor

A motorist once said to me,
and this was in the country,
on a county lane, a motorist
slowed his vehicle as I was

Goodtime Jesus

© Edward Taylor

Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream-
ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it?
A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled
back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beau-
tiful day. How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little
ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.

Loyalty

© Edward Taylor

This is the hardest part:
When I came back to life
I was a good family dog
and not too friendly to strangers.

Restless Leg Syndrome

© Edward Taylor

After the burial
we returned to our units
and assumed our poses.
Our posture was the new posture

A Knock On The Door

© Edward Taylor

They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of
the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, let me
give you some lunch, for God's sake." After a few
bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about.

Dream On

© Edward Taylor

Some people go their whole lives
without ever writing a single poem.
Extraordinary people who don't hesitate
to cut somebody's heart or skull open.

Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold

© Edward Taylor

The bear that breathes the northern blast
Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp
Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing
In Sol's warm breath and shine as saving,

The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Full of wrath was Hiawatha
When he came into the village,
Found the people in confusion,
Heard of all the misdemeanors,

Pau-Puk-Keewis

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
He, the handsome Yenadizze,
Whom the people called the Storm-Fool,
Vexed the village with disturbance;

Jugurtha

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
Cried the African monarch, the splendid,
As down to his death in the hollow
Dark dungeons of Rome he descended,
Uncrowned, unthroned, unattended;
How cold are thy baths, Apollo!

The Warden of the Cinque Ports

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A mist was driving down the British Channel,
The day was just begun,
And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,
Streamed the red autumn sun.

Ultima Thule: Dedication to G. W. G.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle!
Here in thy harbors for a while
We lower our sails; a while we rest
From the unending, endless quest.

Tegner's Drapa

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Heard a voice, that cried,
"Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!"
And through the misty air
Passed like the mournful cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.

St. John's, Cambridge

I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade
Thy western window, Chapel of St. John!
And hear its leaves repeat their benison
On him, whose hand thy stones memorial laid;

Wapentake

To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine;
Not as a knight, who on the listed field
Of tourney touched his adversary's shield
In token of defiance, but in sign

King Trisanku

Viswamitra the Magician,
By his spells and incantations,
Up to Indra's realms elysian
Raised Trisanku, king of nations.

Thangbrand the Priest

Short of stature, large of limb,
Burly face and russet beard,
All the women stared at him,
When in Iceland he appeared.

Helen of Tyre

What phantom is this that appears
Through the purple mist of the years,
Itself but a mist like these?
A woman of cloud and of fire;
It is she; it is Helen of Tyre,
The town in the midst of the seas.

Haroun Al Raschid

One day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said:-- "Where are the kings, and where the rest
Of those who once the world possessed? "They're gone with all their pomp and show,
They're gone the way that thou shalt go. "O thou who choosest for thy share