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Arterial
© Rudyard Kipling
Frost upon small rain-the ebony-lacquered avenue
Reflecting lamps as a pool shows goldfish.
The sight suddenly emptied out of the young man's eyes
Entering upon it sideways.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Voltaire and Rousseau, these were thy twin priests,
Proud Mother Nature, on thy opening day.
The first with bitter gibes perplexed the feasts
Of thy high rival, and prepared the way;
A Triumph Of Order
© John Hay
A Squad of regular infantry
In the Commune's closing days,
Had captured a crowd of rebels
By the wall of Pere-la-Chaise.
A Connaught Man (For Hugh Maguire)
© Katharine Tynan
Lord, when he shall come home from war,
Give him no pastures green,
But a wet wind and a soft wind
With reek of turf between.
Alla Musa
© Ugo Foscolo
Pur tu copia versavi alma di canto
Su le mie labbra un tempo, Aonia Diva,
Quando de' miei fiorenti anni fuggiva
La stagion prima, e dietro erale intanto
Across The Pampas
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Dost thou remember, oh, dost thou remember,
Here as we sit at home and take our rest,
How we went out one morning on a venture
In the West?
A' Old Played-Out Song
© James Whitcomb Riley
It's the curiousest thing in creation,
Whenever I hear that old song,
Allegory: A Moral Vehicle
© Thomas Hood
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
Axis
© Octavio Paz
Through the conduits of blood
my body in your body
spring of night
my tongue of sun in your forest
At The Bomb Testing Site
© William Stafford
At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.
At Dover
© William Lisle Bowles
Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm,
That, borne on Terror's desolating wings,
Anelida and Arcite
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Iamque domos patrias Cithice post aspera gentis
Prelia laurigero subeunte Thesea curru
Letifici plausus missusque ad sidera vulgi
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Yes, Italy is wise, a cultured prude,
Stored with all maxims of a statelier age;
These are her lessons for our northern blood,
With its dark Saxon madness and Norse rage.
American Poets: Longfellow
© James McIntyre
Like fruit that's large and ripe and mellow,
Sweet and luscious is Longfellow,
After The Storm
© Boris Pasternak
The air is full of after-thunder freshness,
And everything rejoices and revives.
With the whole outburst of its purple clusters
The lilac drinks the air of paradise.
A Memory
© Lola Ridge
Inadequate night…
And mooned white memory
Of a tropic sea…
How softly it comes up
Like an ungathered lily.
A Prayer for the Past: All sights and sounds of day and yea
© George MacDonald
All sights and sounds of day and year,
All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,
Are thine, O God, nor will I fear
To talk to thee of them.
At The Age Of 35
© John Le Gay Brereton
Gone are the aching want, the unceasing fret,
Mad flight and moaning over battered wings,
