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Two Views of Buson
© Robert Hass
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A French scholar says he affected the Chinese manner.
When he took his friends into the countryside
To look at blossoms, they all saw Chinese blossoms.
He dressed accordingly and wept for the wild geese of Shosho.
Song of Myself
© Walt Whitman
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
From 'In Egypt'
© Virna Sheard
O WHEN the desert blossomed like a mystic silver rose,
And the moon shone on the palace, deep guarded to the gate,
And softly touched the lowly homes fast barred against their foes,
And lit the faces hewn of stone, that seemed to watch and wait
Angels
© Boris Pasternak
Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college
one winter, hauling a load of Herefords
The Principles of Concealment
© David Wagoner
If you’re caught in the open
In an exposed position, alone,
Asses
© Padraic Colum
"I KNOW where I'd get
An ass that would do,
If I had the money
A pound or two."
The Girls of Tasmania
© Anonymous
The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,
No doubt she is witty and pretty,
But in Ireland I have never been,
So can't judge of his taste for sweet Kitty.
The Times
© Charles Churchill
The time hath been, a boyish, blushing time,
When modesty was scarcely held a crime;
The Legends Of The Rhine
© Francis Bret Harte
Beetling walls with ivy grown,
Frowning heights of mossy stone;
You Could Pick It Up
© Patricia Goedicke
You could pick it up by the loose flap of a roof
and all the houses would come up together
in the same pattern attached, inseparable
Song
© William Allingham
O Spirit of the Summertime !
Bring back the roses to the dells ;
The swallow from her distant clime,
The honey-bee from drowsy cells.
The Slave Trade, A Poem
© Hannah More
If heaven has into being deign'd to call
Thy light, O Liberty! to shine on all;
Are The Children At Home?
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Each day when the glow of sunset
Fades in the western sky,
Landscape, Dense with Trees
© Ellen Bryant Voigt
When you move away, you see how much depends
on the pace of the days—how much
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
© James Wright
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Sonnet
© Frances Anne Kemble
SUGGESTED BY SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE OBSERVING THAT WE NEVER DREAM OF OURSELVES YOUNGER THAN WE ARE.
Not in our dreams, not even in our dreams
A Life Of Crime
© William Matthews
Frail friends, I love you all!
Maybe that's the trouble,
storm in the eye of a storm.
Everyone wants too much.
Instead we gratefully accept
some stylized despair:
