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A Sad Song

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Rosemary, Rosemary,

There's a Pig in your garden,

[This little song describes the different members
of the party just spoken of.]WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair,The garden all alone?
If house and land thou seek'st to guard,I'd thee as mistress own.My brother sought the cellar-maid,And suffered her no rest;
She gave him a refreshing draught,A kiss, too, she impress'd.My cousin is a prudent wight,The cook's by him ador'd;

At Darien Bridge

© James Dickey

Standing deep in their ankle chains,
Ankle-deep in the water, to smite

A New John Bull

© Henry Lawson

A tall, slight, English gentleman,

With an eyeglass to his eye;

A Postcard From The Volcano

© Wallace Stevens

Children picking up our bones
Will never know that these were once
As quick as foxes on the hill;

A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts

© Wallace Stevens

The difficulty to think at the end of day,
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
And nothing is left except light on your fur

A Quarrel With Love

© Nicholas Breton

Oh that I could write a story
Of love's dealing with affection!
How he makes the spirit sorry
That is touch'd with his infection.

Anecdote Of The Jar

© Wallace Stevens

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

At Dawn

© Virna Sheard

Turn to thy window in the silver hour
That day comes stepping down the hills of night,
Infolded as the leaves infold a flower
By all her rose-leaf robes of misty light.

A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A fleet with flags arrayed

Sailed from the port of Brest,

Another Spring

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

If I might see another Spring

I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:

A field of cotton

© Matsuo Basho

A field of cotton-
as if the moon
had flowered.

Aloof

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

THE irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:--
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand

A Thunderstorm

© Archibald Lampman

A moment the wild swallows like a flight

Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,

A Pause

They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way.
I did not hear the birds about the eaves,

At Home

When I was dead, my spirit turned
To seek the much-frequented house:
I passed the door, and saw my friends
Feasting beneath green orange boughs;

After The Last Dynasty

Reading in Li Po

how "the peach blossom follows the water"

An Apple-Gathering

Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,
Their heaped-up basket teazed me like a jeer;
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
Their mother's home was near.