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Under Siege

© Mahmoud Darwish

Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time
Close to the gardens of broken shadows,
We do what prisoners do,
And what the jobless do:
We cultivate hope.

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A Farewel To America to Mrs. S. W.

© Phillis Wheatley

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ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow'ry plain:
I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
And tempt the roaring main.

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Four Quartets 2: East Coker

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.

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INTRODUCTION from New Poems

© Edward Estlin Cummings

The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople-- it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike

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Sex Without Love

© Sharon Olds

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked

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The Sompnour's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. Carrack: A great ship of burden used by the Portuguese; the
name is from the Italian, "cargare," to load

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The Reeve's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. "With blearing of a proude miller's eye": dimming his eye;
playing off a joke on him.

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One Sweeps By.

© Walt Whitman

ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train,
All emblematic of peace—not a soldier or menial among them.

One sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair,

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Song of the Exposition.

© Walt Whitman

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AFTER all, not to create only, or found only,
But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded,
To give it our own identity, average, limitless, free;

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Mystic Trumpeter, The.

© Walt Whitman

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HARK! some wild trumpeter—some strange musician,
Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.

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Salut au Monde.

© Walt Whitman

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O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join’d unended links, each hook’d to the next!

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Carol of Words.

© Walt Whitman

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EARTH, round, rolling, compact—suns, moons, animals—all these are words to be
said;
Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances—beings, premonitions, lispings of the future,

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A Carol of Harvest, for 1867

© Walt Whitman

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A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms—a song of the soil of fields.

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Song of the Universal.

© Walt Whitman

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COME, said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
Sing me the Universal.

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Indications, The.

© Walt Whitman

THE indications, and tally of time;
Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;
Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts;
What always indicates the poet, is the crowd of the pleasant company of singers, and their

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That Music Always Round Me.

© Walt Whitman

THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning—yet long untaught I did not hear;
But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;
A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of day-break I hear,
A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,

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As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores.

© Walt Whitman

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AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario’s shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return’d, and the dead that return no
more,

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This Compost.

© Walt Whitman

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SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest;
I withdraw from the still woods I loved;
I will not go now on the pastures to walk;

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A Woman Waits for Me.

© Walt Whitman

A WOMAN waits for me—she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were
lacking.

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Faces.

© Walt Whitman

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SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road—lo! such faces!
Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality;
The spiritual, prescient face—the always welcome, common, benevolent face,