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Chicago Zen

© A. K. Ramanujan

Now tidy your house,
dust especially your living room

Come Into The Garden, Maud

© Alfred Tennyson

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

Come Into the Garde, Maud

© Alfred Tennyson

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

Claribel: A Melody

© Alfred Tennyson

Where Claribel low-lieth

The breezes pause and die,

Charge of the Light Brigade

© Alfred Tennyson

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Can You See the Pride in the Panther

© Tupac Shakur

Can You See the Pride In the Panther

As he grows in splendor and grace

Comment

© Dorothy Parker

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.

Conrad Siever

© Edgar Lee Masters

Not in that wasted garden

Where bodies are drawn into grass

Carl Hamblin

© Edgar Lee Masters

The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,

And I was tarred and feathered,

Here the jack-hammer jabs into the ocean;
My heart, you race and stagger and demand
More blood-gangs for your nigger-brass percussions,
Till I, the stunned machine of your devotion,
Clanging upon this cymbal of a hand,
Am rattled screw and footloose. All discussions

Communism and Imperialism

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The soul of both of them is impatient and restless,

Both of them know not God, and deceive mankind.

Crow's Theology

© Ted Hughes

Crow realized God loved him-
Otherwise, he would have dropped dead.
So that was proved.
Crow reclined, marvelling, on his heart-beat.

Crow Sickene

© Ted Hughes

Decided to get death, but whatever
Walked into his ambush
Was always his own body.

Crow Goes Hunting

© Ted Hughes

He imagined some words for the job, a lovely pack-
Clear-eyed, resounding, well-trained,
With strong teeth.
You could not find a better bred lot.

Crow Communes

© Ted Hughes

"Well," said Crow, "What first?"
God, exhausted with Creation, snored.
"Which way?" said Crow, "Which way first?"
God's shoulder was the mountain on which Crow sat.
"Come," said Crow, "Let's discuss the situation."
God lay, agape, a great carcass.