Car poems

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Sun and Shadow

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,

 To the billows of foam-crested blue,

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A Poet's Epitaph

© Madison Julius Cawein

LIFE was unkind to him;
All things went wrong:
Fortune assigned to him
Merely a song.

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Poem

© Louise Gluck

In the early evening, a now, as man is bending
over his writing table.
Slowly he lifts his head; a woman
appears, carrying roses.
Her face floats to the surface of the mirror,
marked with the green spokes of rose stems.

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The Eternal

© Edith Nesbit

Your dear desired grace,
Your hands, your lips of red,
The wonder of your perfect face
Will fade, like sweet rose-petals shed,
When you are dead.

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A Reading Of Life--With The Persuader

© George Meredith

So is it sung in any space
She fills, with laugh at shallow laws
Forbidding love's devised embrace,
The music Beauty from it draws.

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For Meng Hao-Jan

© Li Po

I love Master Meng.
Free as a flowing breeze,
He is famous
Throughout the world.

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April

© Louise Gluck

You have no place in this garden
thinking such things, producing
the tiresome outward signs; the man
pointedly weeding an entire forest,
the woman limping, refusing to change clothes
or wash her hair.

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Circe's Power

© Louise Gluck

I never turned anyone into a pig.
Some people are pigs; I make them
Look like pigs.

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In The Carlyle House, Chelsea

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Up the steep stair they clatter to each room,
In whispered merriment they pierce the gloom
Of Time's sweet mercy, who with his grey sheet
Did seek in vain to stay their restless feet.
Their peeping eyes and prying fingers' thrust
Disturb Death's shroud and wanton in the dust.

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Widows

© Louise Gluck

My mother's playing cards with my aunt,
Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game
my grandmother taught all her daughters.

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Fortune Of War

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

NOUGHT more accursed in war I know

Than getting off scot-free;

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Gallio's Song

© Rudyard Kipling

All day long to the judgment-seat

The crazed Provincials drew-

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Siren

© Louise Gluck

I didn't want to go to Chicago with you.
I wanted to marry you, I wanted
Your wife to suffer.

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Mon Choual "Castor"

© William Henry Drummond

I'm poor man, me, but I buy las' May
  Wan horse on de Comp'nie Passengaire,
An' auction feller w'at sole heem say
  She's out of de full-breed "Messengaire."

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Penelope's Song

© Louise Gluck

Little soul, little perpetually undressed one,
Do now as I bid you, climb
The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree;
Wait at the top, attentive, like

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The Marriage Of Edward Herbert Esquire, And Mrs. Elizabeth Herbert

© Anne Kingsmill Finch

CUPID one day ask'd his Mother,
  When she meant that he shou'd Wed?
You're too Young, my Boy, she said:
  Nor has Nature made another
  Fit to match with Cupid's Bed.

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Channing

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Not vainly did old poets tell,
Nor vainly did old genius paint
God's great and crowning miracle,
The hero and the saint!

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Marie Laveau Talks About Magic From A Confessional In St. Louis Cathedral

© Chris Tusa

Marie Laveau, a colored woman who eventually became
known as the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, often used
her knowledge of Voodoo to manipulate and acquire power.
--Enigma

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Inferno Canto 01

© Dante Alighieri

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
ch? la diritta via era smarrita .