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A Certain Kind of Eden

© Kay Ryan

It seems like you could, but

you can’t go back and pull

Bereavement

© William Lisle Bowles

Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,

Promised methought long days of bliss sincere!

Glanmore Sonnets

© Seamus Justin Heaney

For Ann Saddlemyer,
our heartiest welcomer

Dejection: An Ode

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms;
And I fear, I fear, my Master dear!
We shall have a deadly storm.

The Fisherman

© William Butler Yeats

Although I can see him still—

The freckled man who goes

Eclogue the Second: HASSAN; or, the Camel-driver.

© William Taylor Collins

Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind,
The thirst or pinching hunger that I find!
Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirst assuage,
When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage?
Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign;
Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine?

The Stream's Secret

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

What thing unto mine ear
Wouldst thou convey,what secret thing,
O wandering water ever whispering?
Surely thy speech shall be of her.
Thou water, O thou whispering wanderer,
What message dost thou bring?

Paradise Lost: Book X

© Patrick Kavanagh

So having said, he thus to Eve in few:
"Say, Woman, what is this which thou hast done?"
To whom sad Eve, with shame nigh overwhelm'd,
Confessing soon, yet not before her Judge
Bold or loquacious, thus abash'd replied,
"The Serpent me beguil'd, and I did eat."

from Briggflatts

© Ted Hughes

I

Brag, sweet tenor bull,

Epigrams: On my First Son

© Benjamin Jonson

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;

My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.

Pedestrian

© Thomas Lux

Tottering and elastic, middle name of Groan,

ramfeezled after a hard night

Turtle

© Kay Ryan

Who would be a turtle who could help it?

A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet,

Cabin

© Anne Waldman

eviction people arrive to haunt me
with descriptions of summer’s wildflowers
how they are carpet of fierce colors

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

Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes

© William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

Work without Hope

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Lines Composed 21st February 1825

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—

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.

Waterlily Fire

© Katha Pollitt

for Richard Griffith ?

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