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A Terror is More Certain . . .
© Bob Kaufman
A terror is more certain than all the rare desirable popular songs I
know, than even now when all of my myths have become . . . , & walk
around in black shiny galoshes & carry dirty laundry to & fro, & read
great books & don’t know criminals intimately, & publish fat books of
An Old Song
© Madison Julius Cawein
It's Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one
With a vagabond foot that follows!
Australia To England
© John Farrell
What of the years of Englishmen?
What have they brought of growth and grace
An Essay on Criticism: Part 1
© Alexander Pope
But you who seek to give and merit fame,
And justly bear a critic's noble name,
Be sure your self and your own reach to know,
How far your genius, taste, and learning go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet,
And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.
'Angutivaun Taina'
© Rudyard Kipling
Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal-the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.
After the Last Bulletins
© Lola Ridge
After the last bulletins the windows darken
And the whole city founders readily and deep,
Sliding on all its pillows
To the thronged Atlantis of personal sleep,
As If A Phantom Caress'd Me
© Walt Whitman
As if a phantom caress'd me,
I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore;
Almswomen
© Edmund Blunden
Many a time they kiss and cry, and pray
That both be summoned in the self-same day,
And wiseman linnet tinkling in his cage
End too with them the friendship of old age,
And all together leave their treasured room
Some bell-like evening when the may's in bloom.
A Valediction of the Book
© John Donne
I’ll tell thee now (dear Love) what thou shalt do
To anger destiny, as she doth us,
A Farewell
© Edith Nesbit
Good-bye, good-bye; it is not hard to part!
You have my heart--the heart that leaps to hear
Your name called by an echo in a dream;
You have my soul that, like an untroubled stream,
Reflects your soul that leans so dear, so near -
Your heartbeats set the rhythm for my heart.
A Scene At The Banks Of The Hudson
© William Cullen Bryant
Cool shades and dews are round my way,
And silence of the early day;
After Catullus and Horace
© Bernadette Mayer
only the manners of centuries ago can teach me
how to address you my lover as who you are
A Patriotic Creed
© Edgar Albert Guest
To serve my country day by day
At any humble post I may;
To honor and respect her flag,
To live the traits of which I brag;
To be American in deed
As well as in my printed creed.
At Forty Years
© Friedrich Rückert
When for forty years we've climbed the rugged mountain,
We stop and backward gaze;
Yonder still we see our childhood's peaceful fountain,
And youth exulting strays.
All The Dead Dears
© Sylvia Plath
Rigged poker -stiff on her back
With a granite grin
This antique museum-cased lady
Lies, companioned by the gimcrack
Relics of a mouse and a shrew
That battened for a day on her ankle-bone.
At the California Institute of Technology
© Jack Gilbert
I don’t care how God-damn smart
these guys are: I’m bored.
