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Coal

© Audre Lorde

Love is word, another kind of open.
As the diamond comes into a knot of flame
I am Black because I come from the earth's inside
Now take my word for jewel in the open light.

Circle and Square

© Edwin Muir

I give you half of me;
No more, lest I should make
A ground for perjury.
For your sake, for my sake,
Half will you take?

Caesarion

© Constantine Cavafy

When I had managed to verify the era
I would have put the book away, had not a small
and insignificant mention of king Caesarion
immediately attracted my attention.....

Che Fece ... Il Gran Rifiuto

© Constantine Cavafy

For some people the day comes
when they have to declare the great Yes
or the great No. It's clear at once who has the Yes
ready within him; and saying it,

Candles

© Constantine Cavafy

The days of our future stand in front of us
like a row of little lit candles --
golden, warm, and lively little candles.

Choose your obsessions...

© Siddharth Anand

Choose your obsessions
For they are unworthy possessions;
They are the weeds,
You; yourself choose to grow.
Some seeds are rotten..
Still you keep them, them, you dont throw.

Cantico del Sole

© Ezra Pound

The thought of what America would be like
If the Classics had a wide circulation
Troubles my sleep,
The thought of what America,

Canto XIII

© Ezra Pound

And they said: If a man commit murder
Should his father protect him, and hide him?
And Kung said:
He should hide him.

For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,
Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.
The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.

Cino

© Ezra Pound

Bah! I have sung women in three cities,
But it is all the same;
And I will sing of the sun.

Canto I

© Ezra Pound

And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
We set up mast and sail on that swart ship,
Bore sheep aboard her, and our bodies also

Clavering

I say no more for Clavering
Than I should say of him who fails
To bring his wounded vessel home
When reft of rudder and of sails;

Caput Mortuum

Unfailing and exuberant all the time,
Having no gold he paid with golden rhyme,
Of older coinage than his old defeat,
A debt that like himself was obsolete
In Arts long hazard, where no man may choose
Whether he play to win or toil to lose.

Charles Carville's Eyes

He never was a fellow that said much,
And half of what he did say was not heard
By many of us: we were out of touch
With all his whims and all his theories
Till he was dead, so those blank eyes of his
Might speak them. Then we heard them, every word.

Calvary

But after nineteen hundred years the shame
Still clings, and we have not made good the loss
That outraged faith has entered in his name.
Ah, when shall come love's courage to be strong!
Tell me, O Lord -- tell me, O Lord, how long
Are we to keep Christ writhing on the cross!