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Going And Staying

© Thomas Hardy

The moving sun-shapes on the spray,
The sparkles where the brook was flowing,
Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May,
These were the things we wished would stay;
But they were going.

Gone

© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

To touch the glove upon her tender hand,
To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring,
Lifted my heart into a sudden song
As when the wild birds sing.

Gratitude

© Edith Nesbit

I found a starving cat in the street:
It cried for food and a place by the fire.
I carried it home, and I strove to meet
The claims of its desire.

Gold painted jars - wines worth a thousand.

© Li Po

Jade carved dishes - food costing more.

I throw the chopsticks down,

Green Pear Tree in September by Freya Manfred : American Life in Poetry #259 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet

Wisconsin writer Freya Manfred is not only a fine poet but the daughter of the late Frederick Manfred, a distinguished novelist of the American west. Here is a lovely snapshot of her father, whom I cherished among my good friends.
Green Pear Tree in September

On a hill overlooking the Rock River

Growing Attachment

© John Kenyon

With the freshness and placid sensations of morning,

As yet all unconscious of hope or of plan,

Go Not Far From Me, O My God

© Anna Laetitia Waring

Go not far from me, O my God,
Whom all my times obey;
Take from me anything Thou wilt,
But go not Thou away,
And let the storm that does thy work
Deal with me as it may.

"Green and blue"

© Lesbia Harford

Green and blue
First-named of colours believe these two.
They first of colours by men were seen
This grass colour, tree colour,

Grandpa Vogt’s—1959 by Ben Vogt : American Life in Poetry #247 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Lau

© Ted Kooser

Family photographs, how much they do capture in all their elbow-to-elbow awkwardness. In this poem, Ben Vogt of Nebraska describes a color snapshot of a Christmas dinner, the family, impatient to tuck in, arrayed along the laden table. I especially like the description of the turkey. Grandpa Vogt’s-1959

The food is on the table. Turkey tanned

God Send The Regicide

© Vachel Lindsay

Would that the lying rulers of the world

Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred.

Ginevra

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

THE DIRGE.
Old winter was gone
In his weakness back to the mountains hoar,
And the spring came down
From the planet that hovers upon the shore

Ghazal 10

© Daagh Dehlvi

jala k dag-e-muhabbat ne dil ko khak kiya
bahar ai mere bag main khizan ki tarah

Greetings!

© Anna Akhmatova

Do you hear the soft rustle

beside your table?

Gnothi Seauton

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Then bear thyself, O man!
Up to the scale and compass of thy guest;
Soul of thy soul.
Be great as doth beseem
The ambassador who bears
The royal presence where he goes.

Guy Fauxs Night

Guy Faux's night, dost know, we chaps,

A-putten on our woldest traps,

Give Your Wish Light

By day and night dream about happy death,

Poor dog give your heart room, drag at the chain,

Greek Funeral Chant Or Myriologue

A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,
Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother sung.
-"Ianthis! dost thou sleep?-Thou sleep'st!-but this is not the rest,
The breathing and the rosy calm, I have pillow'd on my breast!