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For We Are Thy People

© Pierre Reverdy

For we are thy people, and thou art our God;

We are thy children and thou our father.

The Lady’s Dressing Room

© Jonathan Swift

Five hours, (and who can do it less in?)

By haughty Celia spent in dressing;

To the Poetry* of Hugh McCrae

© Kenneth Slessor

Uncles who burst on childhood, from the East,
Blown from air, like bearded ghosts arriving,
And are, indeed, a kind of guessed-at ghost
Through mumbled names at dinner-tables moving,

There Is No Word

© Tony Hoagland

There isn’t a word for walking out of the grocery store
with a gallon jug of milk in a plastic sack
that should have been bagged in double layers

Stunned heat of noon. In shade, tan, silken cows
hide in the thorned acacias. A butterfly staggers.

Stamping their hooves from thirst, small horses drowse
or whinny for water. On parched, ochre headlands, daggers

Paradise Lost: Book I

© Patrick Kavanagh

So spake th' apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair.
And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer:

Atlantis

© Mark Doty

“I’ve been having these
awful dreams, each a little different,
though the core’s the same—

from Odes: 30. The Orotava Road

© Ted Hughes

Four white heifers with sprawling hooves

trundle the waggon.

Cousin Nancy

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

Miss Nancy Ellicott
Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them —
The barren New England hills —
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.

Idea LXI

© Michael Drayton

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.

Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;

from Merlin and Vivien

© Alfred Tennyson

In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can neer be equal powers:
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834)

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.
PART I
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

from The Triumph of Love

Rancorous, narcissistic old sod—what
makes him go on? We thought, hoped rather,
he might be dead. Too bad. So how
much more does he have of injury time?

Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

© André Breton

The child is father of the man;

And I could wish my days to be

Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl

To the Memory of the Household It Describes

This Poem is Dedicated by the Author

The Waste Carpet

O California, sportswear
and defense contracts, gasses that induce
deference, high school girls
with their own cars, we wanted
to love you without pain.