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Now you hear what the house has to say.
Pipes clanking, water running in the dark,
the mortgaged walls shifting in discomfort,
and voices mounting in an endless drone
of small complaints like the sounds of a family
that year by year you’ve learned how to ignore.

Ingathering

© John Betjeman

The poets are going home now,

After the years of exile,

In Praise of Pain

© Heather McHugh

The brightness drawn and quartered on a sheet,
the moment cracked upon a bed, will last
as if you soldered them with moon and flux.
And break the bottle of the eye to see
what lights are spun of accident and glass.

Incurable

© Dorothy Parker

And if my heart be scarred and burned,

The safer, I, for all I learned;

In Jerusalem

© Mahmoud Darwish

In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls,

I walk from one epoch to another without a memory

Ireland Shall Rebel

© Henry Lawson

WHILE tyrants rule the land,

Beneath the Irish skies;

If Not for the Cat

© Jack Prelutsky

If not for the cat,
And the scarcity of cheese,
I could be content.

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27

© Alfred Tennyson

I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:

I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t

© Jack Gilbert

I feel horrible. She doesn’t
love me and I wander around
the house like a sewing machine
that’s just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.

In Degree

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THY life is full of motion, perfume, grace;
Mine, a low blossom in a shaded place,
Whereto the zephyrs whisper, only they,
Through the long lapses of the lonesome day.

Interview

© Dorothy Parker

The ladies men admire, I’ve heard,

Would shudder at a wicked word.

Interesting Times

© Mark Jarman

Everything’s happening on the cusp of tragedy, the tip of comedy, the pivot of event.

You want a placid life, find another planet. This one is occupied with the story’s arc:

I Was Made Erect and Lone

© Henry David Thoreau

I was made erect and lone,

And within me is the bone;

I Am the President of Regulation

© Jerome Rothenberg

I am the Giant Goliath,

I digest goat cheese.

I Heart Your Dog’s Head

© Erin Belieu

I’m watching football, which is odd as

I hate football

Influence of Natural Objects in Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth

© André Breton

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!

Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56

Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation's final law-
Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek'd against his creed-

Innocence

But that which most I wonder at, which most
I did esteem my bliss, which most I boast,
And ever shall enjoy, is that within
I felt no stain, nor spot of sin.