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A Historical Footnote to Consider Only When All Else Fails
© Nikki Giovanni
Why, LBJ has made it
quite clear to me
He doesn’t give a
Good goddamn what I think
(else why would he continue to masterbate in public?)
A Shropshire Lad XII: When I watch the living meet
© Alfred Edward Housman
When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and breathing through the street
Where I lodge a little while,
A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night
© Henry Timrod
Oh! dost thou flatter falsely, Hope?
The day hath scarcely passed that saw thy birth,
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician
© Robert Browning
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
The not-incurious in God's handiwork
After Rain
© Lesbia Harford
Today
I'd like to be a nun
And go and say
My rosary beneath the trees out there.
A Letter From A Stupid Woman
© Nizar Qabbani
Don't become annoyed, my dear Master,
If I revealed to you my feelings
For the Eastern man
Is not concerned with poetry or feelings
The Eastern man - and forgive my insolence - does not understand women
but over the sheets.
A Woman on the Dump
© Debora Greger
Is it peace,
Is it a philosopher’s honeymoon, one finds
On the dump?
—Wallace Stevens
Out of the cracks of cups and their handles, missing,
the leaves unceremoniously tossed, unread,
from a stubble of coffee ground ever more finely
into these hollowed grounds,
A Song Of The Forest
© Alma Frances McCollum
The Legend of Love-Sick Lake
WHEN you wander alone through the forest
“A bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett ...”
© Pierre Reverdy
A bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett,
Built a bridge for the good River Bumpett.
A mistake in the plan
Left a gap in the span,
But he said, “Well, they'll just have to jump it.”
At Cross Purposes
© Samuel Menashe
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Is this writing mine
Whose name is this
Did I underline
What I was to miss?
America Politica Historia, in Spontaneity
© Gregory Corso
O this political air so heavy with the bells
and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest
Ancestral
© Archibald MacLeish
slow hooves and dripping with the dark
The velvet muzzles, the white feet that move
In a dream water
and O soon now soon
Sleep and the night.
A Drinking Song
© William Butler Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name
© John Ashbery
You can’t say it that way any more.
Bothered about beauty you have to
A Ring Posy
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Jess and Jill are pretty girls,
Plump and well to do,
In a cloud of windy curls:
Yet I know who
Loves me more than curls or pearls.
A narrow fellow in the grass (1096)
© Emily Dickinson
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
Against Conceit
© Roddy Lumsden
Don't say Sir Pigeon in his cobalt bonnet.
Don't find among your notes
jottings on duvets and blizzards and the page
A Secret
© Sylvia Plath
A secret! A secret!
How superior.
You are blue and huge, a traffic policeman,
Holding up one palm
