Art poems

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Humanitad

© Oscar Wilde

It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
Her jealous brother pilfers, but is true
To the green doublet; bitter is the wind, as though it blew

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The Garden Of Eros

© Oscar Wilde

It is full summer now, the heart of June;
Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir
Upon the upland meadow where too soon
Rich autumn time, the season's usurer,
Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,
And see his treasure scattered by the wild and spendthrift breeze.

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Charmides

© Oscar Wilde

He was a Grecian lad, who coming home
With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily
Stood at his galley's prow, and let the foam
Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously,
And holding wave and wind in boy's despite
Peered from his dripping seat across the wet and stormy night.

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Hiawathas' photographing ( Part VI )

© Lewis Carroll

But my Hiawatha's patience,
His politeness and his patience,
Unaccountably had vanished,
And he left that happy party.

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Hiawatha's Photographing (complete)

© Lewis Carroll

From his shoulder Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood,
Made of sliding, folding rosewood;
Neatly put it all together.
In its case it lay compactly,
Folded into nearly nothing;

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From This Height

© Tony Hoagland

Cold wind comes out of the white hills
and rubs itself against the walls of the condominium 
with an esophogeal vowel sound,
and a loneliness creeps
into the conversation by the hot tub.

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Laodamia

© André Breton

"With sacrifice before the rising morn
Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
And from the infernal Gods, 'mid shades forlorn
Of night, my slaughtered Lord have I required:
Celestial pity I again implore;—
Restore him to my sight—great Jove, restore!"

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The Tongues We Speak

© Patricia Goedicke

I have arrived here after taking many steps

Over the kitchen floors of friends and through their lives.

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from The Seasons: Spring

© James Thomson

 As rising from the vegetable World


My Theme ascends, with equal Wing ascend,

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The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue

© Geoffrey Chaucer

But for to tellen yow of his array,
His hors weren goode, but he was nat gay;
Of fustian he wered a gypon
Al bismótered with his habergeon;
For he was late y-come from his viage,
And wente for to doon his pilgrymage.

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from The Seasons: Winter

© James Thomson

  Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme!
O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low pursuit; and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure,
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!

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The Bard: A Pindaric Ode

© Thomas Gray

I.1.


 "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!

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Victims of the Latest Dance Craze

© Cornelius Eady

And mothers letting their babies 
Be held by strangers.
And the bus drivers
Taping over their fare boxes 
And willing to give directions.

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My Brother, the Artist, at Seven

© Philip Levine

As a boy he played alone in the fields 

behind our block, six frame houses 

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from First Book of Odes: 13. Fearful Symmetry

© Ted Hughes

Muzzle and jowl and beastly brow,
bilious glaring eyes, tufted ears,
recidivous criminality in the slouch,
—This is not the latest absconding bankrupt
but a ‘beautiful’ tiger imported at great expense from 
Kuala Lumpur.

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Peripheries

© Ruth Stone

This circle holding the afternoon sky is a lake


For summer business measured in stacked pairs

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The Poster Girl’s Defence

© Carolyn Wells

It was an Artless Poster Girl pinned up against my wall,
She was tremendous ugly, she was exceeding tall;
I was gazing at her idly, and I think I must have slept,
For that poster maiden lifted up her poster voice, and wept.

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Paradise Lost: Book I

© Patrick Kavanagh

So spake th' apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair.
And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer:

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The Lie

© Anne Waldman

Art begins with a lie
 The separation is you plus me plus what we make 
 Look into lightbulb, blink, sun’s in your eye

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Granddaughter

© Robinson Jeffers

And here’s a portrait of my granddaughter Una


When she was two years old: a remarkable painter,