Art poems

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The Ghost in the Martini

© Anthony Evan Hecht

Over the rim of the glass 
Containing a good martini with a twist 
I eye her bosom and consider a pass,
 Certain we’d not be missed

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To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Orrery In Dublin

© Mary Barber

Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood;
Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good.
This Honour only from fair Virtue springs,
Ennobles Slaves, adds Dignity to Kings.

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Incandescent War Poem Sonnet

© Bernadette Mayer

Even before I saw the chambered nautilus
I wanted to sail not in the us navy
Tonight I'm waiting for you, your letter
At the same time his letter, the view of you

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The Digging Skeleton

© Charles Baudelaire

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In the anatomical plates
displayed on the dusty quays
where many a dry book sleeps

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Stupid Meditation on Peace

© Robert Pinsky

Insomniac monkey-mind ponders the Dove,
Symbol not only of Peace but sexual
Love, the couple nestled and brooding.

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An Essay on Criticism: Part 1

© Alexander Pope

  But you who seek to give and merit fame,
And justly bear a critic's noble name,
Be sure your self and your own reach to know,
How far your genius, taste, and learning go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet,
And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.

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Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book I

© Thomas Parnell

So pass'd Europa thro' the rapid Sea,
Trembling and fainting all the vent'rous Way;
With oary Feet the Bull triumphant rode,
And safe in Crete depos'd his lovely Load.
Ah safe at last! may thus the Frog support
My trembling Limbs to reach his ample Court.

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Picture of a Nativity

© Geoffrey Hill

Sea-preserved, heaped with sea-spoils, 
Ribs, keels, coral sores,
Detached faces, ephemeral oils, 
Discharged on the world’s outer shores,

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Paradise Regain'd: Book III (1671)

© Patrick Kavanagh

SO spake the Son of God, and Satan stood

A while as mute confounded what to say,

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The Recluse - Book First

© William Wordsworth

HOME AT GRASMERE
ONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier came
A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age
Hath now escaped his memory--but the hour,

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Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd,

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To Mr Brown On His Book Against T---

© Thomas Parnell

Giddy wth fond ambition, mad wth pride,
Apostate angells once ev'n heavn defi'de;
Avenging heavn its hottest bolts prepard,
And hell and thunder provd their sad reward.

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Responsibilities - Closing

© William Butler Yeats

While I, that reed-throated whisperer

Who comes at need, although not now as once

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To Mr. Pope

© Thomas Parnell

To praise, and still with just respect to praise
A Bard triumphant in immortal bays,
The Learn'd to show, the Sensible commend,
Yet still preserve the province of the Friend,
What life, what vigour must the lines require?
What Music tune them, what affection fire?

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Limerick:There was an Old Person of Tartary

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Tartary,
Who divided his jugular artery;
But he screeched to his wife,
And she said, 'Oh, my life!
Your death will be felt by all Tartary!'

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© Horace

miserarum neque amore dare ludum neque dulci
mala vino lavere aut exanimari metuentes
patruae verbera linguae

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The Bridal of the Year

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Yes! the Summer is returning,

 Warmer, brighter beams are burning

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Fresh Air

© Kenneth Koch

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Summer in the trees! “It is time to strangle several bad poets.”
The yellow hobbyhorse rocks to and fro, and from the chimney
Drops the Strangler! The white and pink roses are slightly agitated by the struggle,
But afterwards beside the dead “poet” they cuddle up comfortingly against their vase. They are safer now, no one will compare them to the sea. 

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Full Flight

© Richard Jones

I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.

It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines with propellers

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Don Juan: Canto 11

© Lord Byron

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When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"