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Oh, shout for Lautaro, the young and the brave!
The arm of whose strength was uplifted to save,
When the steeds of the strangers came rushing amain,
And the ghosts of our fathers looked down on the slain!

Patmos

© Friedrich Hölderlin

The god
Is near, and hard to grasp.
But where there is danger,
A rescuing element grows as well.

The Moss Of His Skin

© Anne Sexton

"Young girls in old Arabia were often buried alive next
to their fathers, apparently as sacrifice to the goddesses
of the tribes..."

Gods

© Anne Sexton

Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods.
She began looking in the sky
expecting a large white angel with a blue crotch.

Amarantha. A Pastorall

© Richard Lovelace

Up with the jolly bird of light
Who sounds his third retreat to night;
Faire Amarantha from her bed
Ashamed starts, and rises red

The Ambition Bird

© Anne Sexton

So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine

The Witch's Life

© Anne Sexton

When I was a child
there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch.
All day she peered from her second story
window

Natural History

© Sylvia Plath

That lofty monarch, Monarch Mind,
Blue-blooded in coarse contry reigned;
Though he bedded in ermine, gorged on roast,
Pure Philosophy his love engrossed:
While subjects hungered, empty-pursed,
With stars, with angels, he conversed

Dreaming The Breasts

© Anne Sexton

I have put a padlock
on you, Mother, dear dead human,
so that your great bells,
those dear white ponies,
can go galloping, galloping,
wherever you are.

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LIX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THE HAUNTED HOUSE
How loud the storm blew all that bitter night!
The loosened ivy tapping on the pane
Woke me and woke, again and yet again,

Doctors

© Anne Sexton

They work with herbs
and penicillin
They work with gentleness
and the scalpel.

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 06

© Torquato Tasso

LXVI

"True labour in the vineyard of thy Lord,

England's Answer

© Rudyard Kipling

Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban;
Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man.
Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare;
Stark as your sons shall be - stern as your fathers were.

Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)

© Anne Sexton

Consider
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,

Maimed, beggared, grey; seeking an alms; with nod
Of palsy doing task of thanks for bread;
Upon the stature of a God,
He whom the Gods have struck bends low his head.