Beauty poems
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humming-bird pie
© Rg Gregory
the paiute indians had the bird sussed
a humming bird (loaded with seeds) set out
to see beyond the sun - it aimed to be frugal
rationing itself to only one seed a day - even so
it ran out long before it meant to
it gave up (getting nowhere and seeing nothing) -
The Relic
© John Greenleaf Whittier
TOKEN Of friendship true and tried,
From one whose fiery heart of youth
With mine has beaten, side by side,
For Liberty and Truth;
To Alexander Neville
© Barnabe Googe
The little fish that in the stream doth fleet,
With broad forth-stretched fins for his disport,
Growing Old
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Little by little the year grows old,
The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;
The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,
Down from the distant arctic seas.
At Rheims
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Their hearts were burning in their breasts
Too hot for curse or cries.
They stared upon the towers that burned
Before their smarting eyes.
convolvulus-age
© Rg Gregory
up the ladder and round the bend
age spirals like a convolvulus
its bells break into the light
catching breath with their beauty
but how in the sightless earth
its roots work to a wise agenda
The South-Wester
© George Meredith
Day of the cloud in fleets! O day
Of wedded white and blue, that sail
The Female Phaeton
© Matthew Prior
Thus Kitty, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untamed,
Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung,
With little rage inflamed.
that precise moment
© Rg Gregory
however foul the times or difficult the ways are
through those personal morasses this change of age
wont let a single being (rich or poor) be free from
come spring the trees get on with their blossoming
youd think they didnt read the newspapers
the seed of endymion
© Rg Gregory
two beauties are a joy for ever
ejaculated keats
lusting in ecstasy towards
well-breasted fanny brawne
Experience
© Jane Taylor
--A COSTLY good ; that none e'er bought or sold
For gem, or pearl, or miser's store, twice told :
Save certain watery pearls, possessed by all,
Which, one by one, may buy it as they fall.
Of these, though precious, few will not suffice,
So slow the traffic, and so large the price !
Ode. Supposed To Be Written On The Marriage Of A Friend
© William Cowper
Thou magic lyre, whose fascinating sound
Seduced the savage monsters from their cave,
Drew rocks and trees, and forms uncouth around,
And bade wild Hebrus hush his listening wave;
No more thy undulating warblings flow
O'er Thracian wilds of everlasting snow!
The Grave
© Robert Blair
While some affect the sun, and some the shade,
Some flee the city, some the hermitage;
Their aims as various, as the roads they take
In journeying through life;the task be mine,
The Closed Door
© Duncan Campbell Scott
_The dew falls and the stars fall,
The sun falls in the west,
thirteeners
© Rg Gregory
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if you want a revolution attack
symbols not systems - the simple forms
that (blithely) give the truth away
tying down millions to their terms
quietly with no one answering back
