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I Will Not Eat My Poem

© Jerome Rothenberg

I kill for pleasure
not for gain.
A man much more
than you my hands

I Am Not A Native Of This Place

© Jerome Rothenberg

I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.)
nor yet a stranger.
With the rst of you
I hunt for shade

Idler's Song

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I sit in the twilight dim
At the close of an idle day,
And I list to the soft sweet hymn,
That rises far away,

Oh, you who read some song that I have sung
What know you of the soul from whence it sprung? Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud
His secret thought unto the listening crowd? Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the shore-
You have its shape, its colour and no more.It tells not one of those vast mysteries

In the Long Run

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In the long run fame finds the deserving man.
The lucky wight may prosper for a day,
But in good time true merit leads the van,
And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way.

I Told You

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I told you the winter would go, love,
I told you the winter would go,
That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came,
And you smiled when I told you so.

It All Will Come Out Right

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Whatever is a cruel wrong,
Whatever is unjust,
The honest years that speed along
Will trample in the dust.

Impatience

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

How can I wait until you come to me?
The once fleet mornings linger by the way;
Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee
At my unrest, they seem to pause, and play
Like truant children, while I sigh and say,
How can I wait?

Independence Ode

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Columbia, fair queen in your glory!
Columbia, the pride of the earth!
We crown you with song- wreath and story;
We honour the day of your birth!

In Faith

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,
I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye;
And out where the robin sang his song,
We lived and loved, while the days were long.

I Am

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Am
I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here

If

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Dear love, if you and I could sail away,
With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled,
Across the waters of some unknown bay,
And find some island far from all the world;

Inspiration

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,
Is inspiration, eager to pursue,
But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,
Who gives herself to him who best doth woo.

I Will Be Worthy Of It

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

It
I may not reach the heights I seek,
My untried strength may fail me;
Or, halfway up the mountain peak

"It Might Have Been"

We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
No fate can keep us from the chosen way;
He only might who is.

I Love You

I love your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.

Individuality

Ah yes, I love you, and with all my heart;
Just as a weaker woman loves her own,
Better than I love my beloved art,
Which, until you came, reigned royally, alone,
My king, my master. Since I saw your face
I have dethroned it, and you hold that place.

In The Garden

How you kissed my lips in the garden,
And we stood in a trance of bliss,
And our hearts seemed speaking together
In that one thrilling kiss.

I'm A Fool To Love You

Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell you, if she could,
About her life with my father,

In Connemara

WITH eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes,
Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown,
Till evening with pearl dew dims the shining grasses
And night lit with dreamlight enfolds the sleepy town.