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A Song-Sermon
© George MacDonald
To see thy creature thou wouldst crave-
Desire thy handiwork so fair;
Then wouldst thou call through death's dank air
And I would answer from the cave!
Would that thou hid me in the grave,
And kept me with death's gaoler-care!
A Tale
© Louise Bogan
This youth too long has heard the break
Of waters in a land of change.
He goes to see what suns can make
From soil more indurate and strange.
At Her Grave
© Alfred Austin
Lo, here among the rest you sleep,
As though no difference were
'Twixt them and you, more wide, more deep,
Than such as fondness loves to keep
Round each lone sepulchre.
At Times Spoony Sometimes
© Sukasah Syahdan
at times spoony sometimes
forky our concupiscence
to life is such
Autumn II
© Thomas Hood
The Autumn skies are flush'd with gold,
And fair and bright the rivers run;
These are but streams of winter cold,
And painted mists that quench the sun.
A Nightmare
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is
taboo'd by anxiety,
A Petition
© Frances Anne Kemble
Lady, whom my beloved loves so well!
When on his clasping arm thy head reclineth,
When on thy lips his ardent kisses dwell,
And the bright flood of burning light that shineth
An Ode To Mr. Howard
© Matthew Prior
Dear Howard, from the soft assaults of love
Poets and painters never are secure;
Can I untouch'd the fair one's passions move,
Or thou draw beauty, and not feel its power?
A Kid on Her Lap
© Sukasah Syahdan
a kid on her lap
an extra busfare being saved
for her man's cigarettes
Although but Disagrees
© Sukasah Syahdan
although but disagrees
with and in compounds
each agrees to conjunct
At Lunch Time
© Sukasah Syahdan
at lunch time
blatant curses and veiled conceits
devoured the four of us
A Negress
© Stéphane Mallarme
Possessed by a demon a negress
Wants to taste a girl-child saddened by new fruits
Unlawful ones too under the ragged dress,
This gluttons ready to try a trick or two:
A Spirit Passed Before Me [From Job]
© George Gordon Byron
A spirit passed before me: I beheld
The face of immortality unveiled--
Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine--
And there it stood,--all formless--but divine:
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:
A Brief History of Gods
© Sukasah Syahdan
First, we worshipped the inanimate.
Next, we learned to worship the gods
Later, we discovered the Deity.
Then, dazzled by our own Reason
