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the arrival of spring (cathe waller)

© Rg Gregory

on the last day of winter i went to bed
harsh winds rainstorms beating my head
houses trees with a sucked-out look
new year flaked from the old one's hook

--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 !

a readers de profundis

© Rg Gregory

in my reading of the moment i have learned
the figure next to christ in da vincis last supper
(a painting i have actually seen in a milan church
fragilely restored) is a woman an honour earned
by mary magdalene who (according to research)
turns out to be christs wife hang on what a whopper

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,

to the seaside

© Rg Gregory

to the seaside
to the seaside
to the change and peace of mind
to the easy la-
zy holiday
the leave-it-all-behind

the rest home

© Rg Gregory

professor piebald
(the oldest man in the home) was meek
at the same time ribald
he clothed his matter (so to speak)

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

Young Blood

© Stephen Vincent Benet

"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young blood, Cousin," he boomed. "Young blood! Youth will be served!"
-- D'Hermonville's Fabliaux.
He woke up with a sick taste in his mouth
And lay there heavily, while dancing motes

The Cause

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Out of these throes that search and sear
What is it so deep arises in us
Above the shaken thoughts of fear,--
Whatever thread the Fates may spin us,--
Above the horror that would drown
And tempest that would strike us down?

The City Revisited

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Nothing was gone, nothing was changed,
The smallest wave was unestranged
By all the long ache of the years
Since last I saw them, blind with tears.
Their welcome like the hills stood fast:
And I, I had come home at last.

Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Scenes of my hope! the aching eye ye leave
Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve!
Tearful and sadd'ning with the saddened blaze
Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze;
Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend,
Till chill and damp the moonless night descend.

La Solitude de St. Amant

© Katherine Philips

1O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
How you my restless thoughts delight!

"The tiresome winter now is gone"

© Ambrosius Stub

Aria

The tiresome winter now is gone

Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade

Freres humains qui apres nous vivez,
N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ...
Men, brother men, that after us yet live,
Let not your hearts too hard against us be;

Book Of Paradise - The Privileged Men

AFTER THE BATTLE OF BADE, BENEATH THE CANOPY OF HEAVEN.

Sonnet 89: "Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,..."

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,

And I will comment upon that offence:

To Ireland

``What ails you, Sister Erin, that your face

Is, like your mountains, still bedewed with tears?

Constant Beauty

It's good to have the trees again, the singing of the breeze again,
It's good to see the lilacs bloom as lovely as of old.
It's good that we can feel again the touch of beauties real again,
For hearts and minds, of sorrow now, have all that they can hold.