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At Sea
© Aleister Crowley
As night hath stars, more rare than ships
In ocean, faint from pole to pole,
So all the wonder of her lips
Hints her innavigable soul.
The Borough. Letter XII: Players
© George Crabbe
DRAWN by the annual call, we now behold
Our Troop Dramatic, heroes known of old,
And those, since last they march'd, enlisted and
At Bordj-an-Nus
© Aleister Crowley
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own!
O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is
That poises head and hood, and makes his body tremble to the drone
Of tom-tom and of cymbal wooed by love's assassin sorceries!
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 07 - Beginnings Of Civilization
© Lucretius
Afterwards,
When huts they had procured and pelts and fire,
And when the woman, joined unto the man,
Withdrew with him into one dwelling place,
daughter
© Suheir Hammad
leaves and leaving call october home
her daughter releases wood
smoke from her skin
rich in scorpio
4:02 p.m.
© Suheir Hammad
poem supposed to be about
one minute and the lives of three women in it
writing it and up
the block a woman killed
by her husband
Love's Ordeal
© George MacDonald
In a lovely garden walking
Two lovers went hand in hand;
Two wan, worn figures, talking
They sat in the flowery land.
Faun
© Robert Graves
Here down this very way,
Here only yesterday
King Faun went leaping.
He sang, with careless shout
The Dying Child
© John Clare
He could not die when trees were green,
For he loved the time too well.
His little hands, when flowers were seen,
Were held for the bluebell,
As he was carried o'er the green.
Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful To A Vow
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
Faithless am I save to love's self alone.
To an Ungentle Critic
© Robert Graves
The great sun sinks behind the town
Through a red mist of Volnay wine....
But whats the use of setting down
That glorious blaze behind the town?
Elegy III. Anno Aet. 17. On The Death Of The Bishop Of Winchester (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Silent I sat, dejected, and alone,
Making in thought the public woes my own,
Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And Fro
© Phillis Wheatley
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring
Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!
John Skelton
© Robert Graves
What could be dafter
Than John Skeltons laughter?
What sound more tenderly
Than his pretty poetry?
Not to sleep
© Robert Graves
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy,
Counting no sheep and careless of chimes
Welcoming the dawn confabulation
Of birch, her children, who discuss idly
The Frog and the Golden Ball
© Robert Graves
She let her golden ball fall down the well
And begged a cold frog to retrieve it;
For which she kissed his ugly, gaping mouth -
Indeed, he could scarce believe it.
The Caterpillar
© Robert Graves
Under this loop of honeysuckle,
A creeping, coloured caterpillar,
I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray,
I nibble it leaf by leaf away.
The Cottage
© Robert Graves
Here in turn succeed and rule
Carter, smith, and village fool,
Then again the place is known
As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school;
Careers
© Robert Graves
Father is quite the greatest poet
That ever lived anywhere.
You say youre going to write great music
I chose that first: its unfair.
Bound Noth Blues
© Langston Hughes
Goin down the road, Lawd,
Goin down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.
