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At Baia
© Hilda Doolittle
"Flower sent to flower;
for white hands, the lesser white,
less lovely of flower-leaf,"
A Coarse Morning
© Augusta Davies Webster
OH the yellow boisterous sea,
The surging, chafing, murderous sea!
Adonis
© Hilda Doolittle
each of us like you
has died once,
each of us like you
stands apart, like you
fit to be worshipped.
A Bronte Legend
© Lesbia Harford
They say she was a creature of the moor,
A lover of the angels, silence bound.
She sought no friendships. She was too remote,
Her sister Charlotte found.
A Book Full of Pictures
© Charles Simic
Father studied theology through the mail
And this was exam time.
Mother knitted. I sat quietly with a book
Full of pictures. Night fell.
My hands grew cold touching the faces
Of dead kings and queens.
All Day It Has Rained
© Alun Lewis
As of ourselves or those whom we
For years have loved, and will again
Tomorrow maybe love; but now it is the rain
Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.
Against Winter
© Charles Simic
The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.
All day long you'll squint at the gray sky.
When the wind blows you'll shiver like straw.
Answering Age
© Edgar Albert Guest
AGE is calling to me, with his finger long and grim,
It is urging me to wander down the dreary lanes with him,
It has lined my cheeks with furrows, and has tinged my hair with gray,
And is ever whispering to me that I've grown too old to play;
But the heart of me keeps saying, "Let us dance our way along,
Let us answer age with laughter, let us drive him off with song."
At a Pantomime. By a Bilious One
© William Schwenck Gilbert
An Actor sits in doubtful gloom,
His stock-in-trade unfurled,
In a damp funereal dressing-room
In the Theatre Royal, World.
An American in Europe
© Henry Van Dyke
'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings, -
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
A Dutch Proverb
© Matthew Prior
Fire, Water, Woman, are Man's Ruin;
Says wise Professor Vander Bruin.
Attadale, West Highlands
© William Ernest Henley
A black and glassy float, opaque and still,
The loch, at furthest ebb supine in sleep,
A Quatrain
© Franklin Pierce Adams
A quatrain fills a little space,
Although it's pretty small,
And oftentimes, as in this case,
It has no point at all.
A Performance At Hog Theater
© Russell Edson
One hog said, I will be a hog in a field which has
found a mouse which is being eaten by the same hog
which is in the field and which has found the mouse,
which I am performing as my contribution to the
performer's art.
Ape And Coffee
© Russell Edson
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said,
animal did you get on my coffee? No no, whistled the ape, the coffee got on me. You're sure you didn't spill on my coffee? said the man.Do I look like a liquid? peeped the ape.Well you sure don't look human, said the man. But that doesn't make me a fluid, twittered the ape.Well I don' know what the hell you are, so just stop it,
cried the man.I was just sitting here reading the newspaper when you
splashed coffee all over me, piped the ape. I don't care if you are a liquid, you just better stop
As Lords Their Labourers' Hire Delay
© Sir Walter Scott
As lords their labourers' hire delay,
Fate quits our toil with hopes to come,
Which, if far short of present pay,
Still, owns a debt and names a sum.
A Convent Wothout God
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Here a base turnkey novice--master is,
Teaching humility. The matin bell
Calls thee to toil, but little comforteth.
None heed thy prayers or give the kiss of peace.
Nathless, my soul, be valiant. Even in Hell
Wisdom shall preach to thee of life and death.
Accidents
© Russell Edson
The barber has accidentally taken off an ear. It lies like
something newborn on the floor in a nest of hair.
Oops, says the barber, but it musn't've been a very good
ear, it came off with very little complaint.
