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The Condemned

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,
The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,
Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with them,
So I and all my fortunes were engulf'd

Magnificent, mourned no more, marred of heart, mind behind, married dreamed, mortal changed—Ass and face done with murder.
In the world, given, flower maddened, made no Utopia, shut under pine, almed in Earth, balmed in Lone, Jehovah, accept.
Nameless, One Faced, Forever beyond me, beginningless, endless, Father in death. Tho I am not there for this Prophecy, I am unmarried, I’m hymnless, I’m Heavenless, headless in blisshood I would still adore
Thee, Heaven, after Death, only One blessed in Nothingness, not light or darkness, Dayless Eternity—
Take this, this Psalm, from me, burst from my hand in a day, some of my Time, now given to Nothing—to praise Thee—But Death
This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Wonderer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping—page beyond Psalm—Last change of mine and Naomi—to God’s perfect Darkness—Death, stay thy phantoms!

The Unknown Eros. Book I.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Well dost thou, Love, thy solemn Feast to hold
In vestal February;
Not rather choosing out some rosy day
From the rich coronet of the coming May,
When all things meet to marry!

The Holy Communion

© George Herbert

Not in rich furniture, or fine array,
Nor in a wedge of gold,
Thou, who from me wast sold,
To me dost now thyself convey;
For so thou should'st without me still have been,
Leaving within me sinne:

Three Women

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

My love is young, so young;
Young is her cheek, and her throat,
And life is a song to be sung
With love the word for each note.

Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 04 - Formation Of The World

© Lucretius

But in what modes that conflux of first-stuff

Did found the multitudinous universe

from “The Desk”

© Marina Tsvetaeva

Fair enough: you people have eaten me,
I—wrote you down.
They’ll lay you out on a dinner table,
me—on this desk.

Prisoners

© Denise Levertov

We taste other food that life,
like a charitable farm-girl,
holds out to us as we pass—
but our mouths are puckered,
a taint of ash on the tongue.

from Beachy Head

© Charlotte Turner Smith

On thy stupendous summit, rock sublime!

That o’er the channel reared, half way at sea

Care of Birds for their Young

© James Thomson

As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,
Not to be tempted from her tender task,
Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth delight,
Tho' the whole loosen'd spring around her blows,

[Murmurs from the earth of this land?]

© Katha Pollitt

Murmurs from the earth of this land, from the caves and craters,

from the bowl of darkness. Down watercourses of our

The Fair Youth Sonnets (18 - 77, 87 - 126)

© William Shakespeare

Comprising the largest grouping of poems, the Fair Youth sonnets are addressed to the same young man in the Procreation Sonnets. But their themes and subjects are more drastically varied.

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The Scholar-Gipsy

© Matthew Arnold

Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;

Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes!

Elegy for a Soldier

You, who stood alone in the tall bay window
of a Brooklyn brownstone, conjuring morning
with free-flying words, knew the power, terror
in words, in flying;

Marenghi

II.
A massy tower yet overhangs the town,
A scattered group of ruined dwellings now...

Rich And Poor

Neath the radiance faint of the starlit sky
The gleaming snow-drifts lay wide and high;
Oer hill and dell stretched a mantle white,
The branches glittered with crystal bright;
But the winter winds keen icy breath
Was merciless, numbing and chill as death.