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The Tryst Of The Sachems Daughter
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
In the far green depths of the forest glade,
Where the hunters footsteps but rarely strayed,
Was a darksome dell, possessed, twas said,
By an evil spirit, dark and dread,
Whose weird voice spoke in the whisperings low
Of that haunted wood, and the torrents flow.
"I Sometimes Think"
© Thomas Hardy
I sometimes think as here I sit
Of things I have done,
Which seemed in doing not unfit
To face the sun:
Yet never a soul has paused a whit
On such-not one.
After School
© Sukasah Syahdan
tell me one good thing
you did to yourself todayand tell me another
that you did to otherslet us check our lives
with these questions, daugther for as many tomorrows
Far Away and Long Ago
© Sukasah Syahdan
The young man replied, Youre welcome, Maam, as much! He was no less happy.
Many years later they both grew old. It just happened that life had gone on and they had never met again. In fact, the two would have entirely forgotten the episodehad they not bought a book of poetry by an Indonesian poet and found this story.
The Hypermarket
© Sukasah Syahdan
history is a hurried
checklist of the goods
mankind wishes
to unforget
Sonnet VI. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground,
Uncertain whither from myself to fly,
Abraham Lincoln
© Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln,
His hand and pen:
He will be good but
God knows When.
Mister William
© William Schwenck Gilbert
OH, listen to the tale of MISTER WILLIAM, if you please,
Whom naughty, naughty judges sent away beyond the seas.
He forged a party's will, which caused anxiety and strife,
Resulting in his getting penal servitude for life.
On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet, Who dyed on 16. Novemb. 1669. being but a moneth, and one d
© Anne Bradstreet
No sooner come, but gone, and fal'n asleep,
Acquaintance short, yet parting caus'd us weep,
A Letter
© Sukasah Syahdan
a penny for your thoughts my dear how are you
got things to tell got to stand naked before you
disintegration now depicts my inner me were you
here you might see no difference within but you
Good Bye
© Sukasah Syahdan
Remember the old drunk at your church
who elbowed me on the ribs
and muttered something I undestood not?
You said he meant he wanted to talk to God
I returned his with mine and said "Me too
"
De Libris
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
True there are books and books. Theres Gray,
For instance, and theres Bacon;
Theres Longfellow, and Monstrelet,
And also Coltons Lacon,
With Laws of Whist and those of Libel,
And Euclid, and the Mormon Bible.
The Man Bitten By Fleas
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head
On Pillows, stuff'd with Down;
But was no sooner warm in Bed,
With hopes to rest his Crown,
A Translation Of The CIV. Psalm To The Original Sense
© Sir Henry Wotton
My soul exalt the Lord with Hymns of praise:
O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might?
Whose Throne of State is cloath'd with glorious rays,
And round about hast rob'd thy self with light.
Who like a curtain hast the Heavens display'd,
And in the watry Roofs thy Chambers laid.
To Them That Mourn
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Lift up your heads: in life, in death,
God knoweth his head was high.
Quit we the coward's broken breath
Who watched a strong man die.
Keeping Going
© Seamus Justin Heaney
Piss at the gable, the dead will congregate.
But separately. The women after dark,
Hunkering there a moment before bedtime,
The only time the soul was let alone,
The only time that face and body calmed
In the eye of heaven.
Autumn Song
© Dante Alighieri
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
Request To The Grace
© Robert Herrick
Ponder my words, if so that any be
Known guilty here of incivility;
