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Before Sleep Comes

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Where do you float from, visions that shine ere sleep
Subdues with leaden law
The dancing fires of the brain?--In a shadowy land,
As a king from a tower I saw.

Birthplace Revisited

© Gregory Corso

I stand in the dark light in the dark

street

Bonie Lesley

© Robert Burns

The Deil he couldna scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look into thy bonnie face
And say, 'I canna wrang thee!'

Bon conseil aux amants

© Victor Marie Hugo

L'amour fut de tout temps un bien rude Ananké.
Si l'on ne veut pas être à la porte flanqué,
Dès qu'on aime une belle, on s'observe, on se scrute ;
On met le naturel de côté ; bête brute,

Ballad of Earl Haldan's Daughter

© Charles Kingsley

It was Earl Haldan's daughter,

She looked across the sea;

Ballad Of The Old Cypress

© Du Fu

In front of K'ung-ming Shrine
stands an old cypress,
With branches like green bronze
and roots like granite;

But What's The Use

© Henry Lawson

But whats the use of writing bush

Though editors demand it

Bear Song (From The Danish Of Evald)

© George Borrow

The squirrel thats sporting

Amid the green leaves,

Blue Blood

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Spurn not the nobly born

With love affected,

Brotherhood

© Octavio Paz

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.

Hark! Hark! the dogs are barking, I can no longer stay;
The boys have all gone shearing, so I heard the shepherd say;
So I must be off in the morning, love, though it's many a weary mile,
To meet the Victorian shearers on the banks of Riverine.

Battle of Red Cliff

© Su Tung-po

The Yangtze flows east

Washing away

Barren Woman

© Sylvia Plath

Empty, I echo to the least footfall,
Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas.
In my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself,
Nun-hearted and blind to the world. Marble lilies
Exhale their pallor like scent.

Birds

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THAT'S the dove, my darling!
Murmurous, soft and tender;
There! she's mooning, crooning,
On a pine-branch slender.

Beauty

© Anacreon

HORNS to bulls wise Nature lends;

Horses she with hoofs defends;

Buffalo Creek

A timid child with heart oppressed

By images of sin,

Brahma No Piensa...

Brahma no piensa: pensar limita.
Brahma no es bueno ni malo, pues
las cualidades en su infinita
sustancia huelgan. Brahma es lo que es.

By The Grave

THIS is the place--I pray thee, friend,
Leave me alone with that dread grief,
Whose raven wings o'erarch the grave,
Closed on a life how sad and brief!

Bourke's Dream

© Anonymous

I dreamt I was homeward, back over the mountain track,
With joy my mother fainted and gave a loud scream.
With the shock I awoke, just as the day had broke,
And found myself an exile, and 'twas all but a dream.