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The Oven Loves the TV Set

© Heather McHugh

Stuck on the fridge, our favorite pin-up girl

is anorexic. On the radio we have a riff

Beowulf (modern English translation)

© Pierre Reverdy

LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings

of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,

Nikki-Rosa

© Nikki Giovanni

childhood remembrances are always a drag

if you’re Black

The Erotic Philosophers

© John Betjeman

It’s a spring morning; sun pours in the window

As I sit here drinking coffee, reading Augustine.

There may be Chaos still around the World

© George Santayana

There may be chaos still around the world,

This little world that in my thinking lies;

The Cleaving

© Li-Young Lee

He gossips like my grandmother, this man

with my face, and I could stand

Pastoral Dialogue

© Anne Killigrew

Remember when you love, from that same hour

Your peace you put into your lover’s power;

A Plagued Journey

© Jon Anderson

There is no warning rattle at the door

nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.

Alpine Wedding

© Ralph Angel

All dark morning long the clouds are rising slowly up
beneath us, and we are fast asleep.
The mountains unmove

Constantinople

© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Greiv'd at a view which strikes vpon my Mind
The short liv'd Vanity of Human kind
In Gaudy Objects I indulge my Sight,
And turn where Eastern Pomp gives gay delight.

Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College

© Thomas Gray

Ye distant spires, ye antique tow'rs,

That crown the wat'ry glade,

Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River

© Robert Bly

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I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota.

Character of the Happy Warrior

© André Breton

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he

Song of the Open Road

© Walt Whitman

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Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Forgotten

© Alan Alexander Milne

Lords of the Nursery

Wait in a row,

1914 II. Safety

© Rupert Brooke

Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest

He who has found our hid security,

Old Folks at Home

© Stephen C. Foster

All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.

Katie

© Henry Timrod

It may be through some foreign grace,

And unfamiliar charm of face;

A Song on the End of the World

© Czeslaw Milosz

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.

Summer in a Small Town

© Tony Hoagland

Yes, the young mothers are beautiful,
with all the self-acceptance of exhaustion,
still dazed from their great outpouring,
pushing their strollers along the public river walk.

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