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The Doughboy's Horace
© Franklin Pierce Adams
While I was fussing you at home
You put the notion in my dome
That I was the Molasses Kid.
I batted strong. I'll say I did.
The Homely Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
Looks as though a cyclone hit him-
Can't buy clothes that seem to fit him;
Sacred And Profane Love
© Alfred Austin
Profane Love speaks
``I am the Goddess mortals call Profane,
Yet worship me as though I were divine;
Over their lives, unrecognised, I reign,
For all their thoughts are mine.
Half Border and Half Lab
© Heather McHugh
He saved our sorry
highfalutin souls — the heavens haven't saved a fly. Orion's
canniness who can condone? — that starring story, strapping blade! —
and Sirius is just a Fido joke — no laughter shakes the firmament.
But O the family dog, the Buddha-dog — son of a bitch!
he had a funny bone —
Yom Kippur 1984
© Adrienne Rich
I drew solitude over me, on the long shore.
—Robinson Jeffers, “Prelude”
For whoever does not afflict his soul through this day, shall be
cut off from his people.
Letter To Sainte-Beuve
© Charles Baudelaire
On the old oak benches, more shiny and polished
than links of a chain that were, each day, burnished
rubbed by our human flesh, we, still un-bearded,
trailed our ennui, hunched, round-shouldered,
My Generation Reading the Newspapers
© Kenneth Patchen
We must be slow and delicate; return
the policeman's stare with some esteem,
Crossing the Bar
© Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
City Elegies
© Robert Pinsky
All day all over the city every person
Wanders a different city, sealed intact
And haunted as the abandoned subway stations
Under the city. Where is my alley doorway?
Brighter Shone The Golden Shadows
© Louisa May Alcott
Brighter shone the golden shadows;
On the cool wind softly came
Influence of Natural Objects in Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth
© André Breton
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!
Afraid Of His Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
Bill Jones, who goes to school with me,
Is the saddest boy I ever see.
To a Highland Girl
© André Breton
(At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond)
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
