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I had been hungry, all the Years --
© Emily Dickinson
I had been hungry, all the Years --
My Noon had Come -- to dine --
I trembling drew the Table near --
And touched the Curious Wine --
A Bird came down the Walk
© Emily Dickinson
A Bird came down the Walk --
He did not know I saw --
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
Going to Heaven!
© Emily Dickinson
Going to Heaven!
I don't know when --
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I'm too astonished
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
© Emily Dickinson
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church --
I keep it, staying at Home --
With a Bobolink for a Chorister --
And an Orchard, for a Dome --
I cannot live with You --
© Emily Dickinson
I cannot live with You --
It would be Life --
And Life is over there --
Behind the Shelf
You love me -- you are sure
© Emily Dickinson
I need not start -- you're sure --
That night will never be --
When frightened -- home to Thee I run --
To find the windows dark --
And no more Dollie -- mark --
Quite none?
Awake ye muses nine
© Emily Dickinson
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,
For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.
All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,
The house where I was born (09)
© Yves Bonnefoy
And then the day came
When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats,
The evocation of Ruth when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn.
The house where I was born (08)
© Yves Bonnefoy
I open my eyes, yes, its the house where I was born,
Exactly as it was and nothing more.
The same small dining room whose window
Gives onto a peach tree that never grows.
The Aged Pilot Man
© Mark Twain
On the Erie Canal, it was,
All on a summer's day,
I sailed forth with my parents
Far away to Albany.
Those Graves In Rome
© Larry Levis
There are places where the eye can starve,
But not here. Here, for example, is
The Piazza Navona, & here is his narrow room
Overlooking the Steps & the crowds of sunbathing
InheritanceHis
© Audre Lorde
Does an image of return
wealthy and triumphant
warm your chilblained fingers
as you count coins in the Manhattan snow
or is it only Linda
who dreams of home?
Five Ways To Kill A Man
© Edwin Brock
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats made of steel.
In The Same Space
© Constantine Cavafy
The surroundings of home, centers, neighorhood
which I see and where I walk; for years and years.
They Should Have Provided
© Constantine Cavafy
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper.
This fatal city, Antioch,
has consumed all my money;
this fatal city with its expensive life.
In Harbor
© Constantine Cavafy
A young man, twenty eight years old, on a vessel from Tenos,
Emes arrived at this Syrian harbor
with the intention of learning the perfume trade.
But during the voyage he was taken ill. And as soon
Waiting For The Barbarians
© Constantine Cavafy
Because the barbarians are coming today.
What laws can the senators make now?
Once the barbarians are here, they'll do the legislating.
All or Nothing
© Siddharth Anand
All or Nothing
The final race. the final decision
All disgrace or fortune all
Either I fall or I stand tall;
