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You say I am your brothers only son.
I know it. And, What of it? I reply.
My hearts resolved. Something must be done.
So shall I curb, so baffle, so suppress
This too avuncular officiousness,
Intolerable consanguinity.

In The Person Of Womankind

© Benjamin Jonson

Nor do we doubt but that we can,
If we would search with care and pain,
Find some one good in some one man;
So going thorough all your strain,
We shall, at last, of parcels make
One good enough for a song's sake.

In Imitation of E. of Rochester : On Silence

© Alexander Pope

I.
Silence! coeval with Eternity;
Thou wert, ere Nature's-self began to be,
'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.

In A Lonesome Burial-Place

© Mathilde Blind

In a lonesome burial-place
Crouched a mourner white of face;
Wild her eyes-unheeding
Circling pomp of night and day-
Ever crying, "Well away,
Love lies a-bleeding!"

I Thought I'd Served Her Long Enough

© Walther von der Vogelweide

I thought I'd served her long enough,

and sat dejected and confused

In Memory Of The Late John Thornton, Esq.

© William Cowper

Poets attempt the noblest task they can,
Praising the Author of all good in man,
And, next, commemorating Worthies lost,
The dead in whom that good abounded most.

Ikon: The Harrowing of Hell

© Denise Levertov

Down through the tomb's inward arch
He has shouldered out into Limbo
to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber:
the merciful dead, the prophets,

I Leave Thee for Awhile

© Eliza Cook

I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh;
The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye;
I do not blush to own the tear,--let, let it touch my cheek,
And what my lip has failed to tell, that drop perchance may speak.
Mavourneen! when again I seek my green isle in the West,
Oh, promise thou wilt share my lot, and set this heart at rest.

If I Forget Thee

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

If I forget thee! How shall I forget thee?
Sword of the mighty! Prince and Lord of War!
Captive I bind me
To the spears that blind me,
Rage in my heart and love for evermore.

In Memory Of Charles Wentworth Upham, Jr.

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

HE was all sunshine; in his face
The very soul of sweetness shone;
Fairest and gentlest of his race;
None like him we can call our own.

Illustrious Ancestors

© Denise Levertov

The Rav
of Northern White Russia declined,
in his youth, to learn the
language of birds, because

Intrusion

© Denise Levertov

After I had cut off my hands
and grown new onessomething my former hands had longed for
came and asked to be rocked.After my plucked out eyes
had withered, and new ones grownsomething my former eyes had wept for

In Mind

There's in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned butfair-featured and smelling of
apples or grass. She wearsa utopian smock or shift, her hair
is light brown and smooth, and sheis kind and very clean without

In California During the Gulf War

Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among
trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts,
the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought,

Ida Chicken

After I had attended lectures

At our Chautauqua, and studied French

I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl

I dreamt I caught a little owl

And the bird was blue -

Improvisations: Light And Snow

© Conrad Aiken

How many times have I sat here,
How many times will I sit here again,
Thinking these same things over and over in solitude
As a child says over and over
The first word he has learned to say.