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"A Little Place Apart"

© Nicholls Marjory

A little garden have I made me here, Of tender, fragrant plants--none bright or gay--And hither shall I come in twilight-time To dream awhile of the dear yesterday.

A Changeling

© Nicholls Marjory

When nurse won't talk of fairies And says that I'm a bother,'Tis then I run away and hide, Or seek my eldest brother.

Lad, and can you rest now, There beneath your hill?Your hands are on your breast now, But is your heart so still?'Twas the right death to die, lad, A gift without regret,But unless truth's a lie, lad, You dream of Devon yet

All Pain Can Be Controlled

© Neilson Shane

In the hack-the-limb-off,pull out the tooth by tying it to a doorjamb,give the child something to cry about,cold showers are best, or just ice it, or suck it up, suck all of it up,punch your dad in the belly as he tightens his muscles,ten on a scale of one to ten just means a better amount of control,your lover looking at you and saying, Are you feeling this yet?,the torturer grinning and saying, Have no fear,filling the airbag with nails,stone in the bottom of the shoe for the faithless,dreams of the euthanasia machine are best interrupted halfway through,the logical end is death,kind of way

AIEN ARISTEUEIN

© Robert Fuller Murray

Ever to be the best

Addiction

© Moritz Albert Frank

I wish we could control this revoltingwant of control: these peoplewith their spongy eyes, their mouthsof trembling shoehorns, billhooks for penisesand bear traps for vulvas

Air -- "Belle Mahone"

© Julia A Moore

Once there was a lady fair, With black eyes and curly hair,She has left this world of care, Sweet Carrie Munro.

Aspidistra Street

© Harold Monro

Go along that road, and look at sorrow

At a Vacation Exercise

© John Milton

The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began

A Canticle for Canis

© Meyer Bruce

I rise to shut the window but dawn won't let me go back to dreaming, so I watch rain falling on the lawn, and your breath is softly syncopated.

A Leaf from the Devil’s Jest-Book

© Edwin Markham

Beside the sewing-table chained and bent, They stitch for the lady, tyrannous and proud -- For her a wedding-gown, for them a shroud;They stitch and stitch, but never mend the rentTorn in life's golden curtains

Abominable Snowman

© Macpherson Jay

The guardian stalking his eternal snowsWith backward tread and never any soundAfflicts the mind with horror more profoundThan caves and chasms among which he goes.

A Tranquil Night

© Li Bai

Before my bed a pool of light— Can it be hoarfrost on the ground?Looking up, I find the moon bright; Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.

Almond Blossom

Even iron can put forth,Even iron.

A Song of Life and Golf

© Andrew Lang

THE thing they ca' the stimy o't, I find it ilka where!Ye 'maist lie deid -- an unco shot -- Anither's ba' is there!Ye canna win into the hole, However gleg ye be,And aye, where'er ma ba' may roll, Some limmer stimies me!Chorus -- Somebody stimying me, Somebody stimying me,The grass may grow, the ba' may row, Some limmer stimies me!

I lo'ed a lass, a bonny lass, Her lips an' locks were reid;Intil her heart I couldna pass: Anither man lay deid!He cam' atween me an' her heart, I turned wi' tearfu' e'e;I couldna loft him, I maun part, The limmer stimied me!

I socht a kirk, a bonny kirk, Wi' teind, an' glebe, an' a';A bonny yaird to feed a stirk, An' links to ca' the ba'!Anither lad he cam' an' fleeched -- A Convartit U

April

© Andrew Lang

April, pride of woodland ways, Of glad days,April, bringing hope of prime,To the young flowers that beneath Their bud sheathAre guarded in their tender time;