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Psalm 10

© Isaac Watts

Why doth the Lord stand off so far?
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

"Formerly A Slave"

© Herman Melville

The sufferance of her race is shown,
And retrospect of life,
Which now too late deliverance dawns upon;
Yet is she not at strife.

Custer: Book Third

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Were every red man slaughtered in a day,
Still would that sacrifice but poorly pay
For one insulted woman captive's woes.

Granite And Cypress

© Robinson Jeffers

White-maned, wide-throated, the heavy-shouldered children of

the wind leap at the sea-cliff.

Love-Tokens

© John Newton

Afflictions do not come alone,
A voice attends the rod;
By both he to his saints is known,
A Father and a God!

First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels

© Allen Ginsberg

Cool black night thru redwoods

cars parked outside in shade

Somebody Spoke A Cheering Word

© Edgar Albert Guest

SOMEBODY spoke a cheering word,

Somebody praised his labor,

Toad, hog, assassin, mirror. Some of its favorite words, which are breath. Or handwriting: the long tail of the y disappearing into a barn like a rodents, and suddenly it is winter after all.

After all what? After the ponds dry up in mid-August and the children drop pins down each canyon and listen for an echo. Next question, please. What sex is it, if it has any? Its a male. Its a white male Caucasian. No distinguishing birthmarks, the usual mole above the chin. Last seen crossing against a light in Omaha. Looks intelligent. But havent most Americans seen this poem at least once by now? At least once. Then, how is the disease being . . . communicated? As far as we can determine, it is communicated entirely by doubt. As soon as the poets reach their mid-twenties they begin living behind hedgerows. At the other end of the hedgerows someone attractive is laughing, either at them, or with a lover during sexual intercourse. So it is like prom night. Yes. But what is the end of prom night? The end of prom night is inside the rodent; it is the barn collapsing on a summer day. It is inside the guts of a rodent. Then, at least, you are permitted an unobstructed view of the plain? Yes. And what will be out there, then, on the plain? A rider approaching with a tense face, who cant see that this horse has white roses instead of eyes. You mean . . . the whole thing all over again. Unfortunately, yes, at least as far as we are permitted to see

All here

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT is not what we say or sing,

That keeps our charm so long unbroken,

The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 11

© William Langland

Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,
And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,
And seide, " Multi multa sciunt et seipsos nesciunt.'
Tho wepte I for wo andwrathe of hir speche
And in a wynkynge w[o]rth til I [weex] aslepe.

The Dunciad: Book IV

She mounts the throne: her head a cloud conceal'd,
In broad effulgence all below reveal'd;
('Tis thus aspiring Dulness ever shines)
Soft on her lap her laureate son reclines.