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So excessively lovely, you can't find a fault,So excessively stupid, you can't find a thought,When Nature so lavishly form'd this face,Ah! why of a soul did she leave us no trace?'Twas to prove that the finest of features combin'dAre charmless without the expression of mind

A little east of Jordan (59)

© Emily Dickinson

A little east of Jordan,Evangelists record,A gymnast and an angelDid wrestle long and hard,

America

© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

The Tropic of Capricorn someone hadleft on the seat beside me, somewhere betweenUtica and Albany;

Afternoons in May

© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

The light closes its tiny fist.The trees put up their old ladders.Spring is coming with both its eyes closed,stumbling against brick. Suddenly its left handis found on my living room floor.

Art Thou Poor

© Thomas Dekker

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content!Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment!Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexedTo add to golden numbers, golden numbers?O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring? O sweet content!Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? O punishment!Then he that patiently want's burden bearsNo burden bears, but is a king, a king:O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,Smiles awake you when you rise

A son Ame

© Pierre de Ronsard

Amelette Ronsardelette,Mignonnelette, doucelette,Tres-chere hostesse de mon corps,Tu descens là bas foiblelette,Pasle, maigrelette, seulette,Dans le froid royaume des mors;Toutesfois simple, sans remorsDe meurtre, poison, ou rancune,Mesprisant faveurs et tresorsTant enviez par la commune

Antoine et Cleopatre

© José Maria de Heredia

Tous deux ils regardaient, de la haute terrasse,L'Egypte s'endormir sous un ciel étouffantEt le Fleuve, à travers le Delta noir qu'il fend,Vers Bubaste ou Saïs rouler son onde grasse.

A Ballad of a Nun

© John Davidson

From Eastertide to Eastertide For ten long years her patient kneesEngraved the stones--the fittest bride Of Christ in all the diocese.

A Bat Unveiled

© Currin Jen

In the museum of land mines,my acquaintance fans her wings.Outside the sparrows catch fire.A tree falls to its knees.I become the sudden murderer,unable to recognize the radishesof my hands.

Antarctic

What tale is this which stirs a world of knavesOut of its grubbing to throw greasy penceForth to the hat, and choke with eloquenceIn boastful prose and verse of doubtful staves?Four men have died, gentlemen, heroes, braves;Snows wrap them round eternally