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Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II: On Malicious Cruelty To Harmless Creatures

© Ellis Parker Butler

The cruelty of P. L. Brown
(He had ten toes as good as mine)
Was known to every one in town,
And, if he never harmed a noun,
He loved to make verbs shriek and whine.

Lying in me

© Anna Akhmatova

I know the gods changed people into things,
Leaving their consciousness alive and free.
To keep alive the wonder of suffering,
You have been metamorphosed into me.

Lot's Wife

© Anna Akhmatova

And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
over a black mountain, in his giant track,
while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
"It's not too late, you can still look back

Light Love

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

'Oh, sad thy lot before I came,

But sadder when I go;

Love And A Day

© Madison Julius Cawein

In girandoles of gladioles
The day had kindled flame;
And Heaven a door of gold and pearl
Unclosed when Morning,--like a girl,
A red rose twisted in a curl,--
Down sapphire stairways came.

Little Orphant Annie

© James Whitcomb Riley

To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.

Le Directeur

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

MALHEUR à la malheureuse Tamise
Qui coule si preès du Spectateur.
Le directeur
Conservateur

ILS ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute;
Mais une nuit dété, les voici à Ravenne,
A laise entre deux draps, chez deux centaines de punaises;
La sueur aestivale, et une forte odeur de chienne.

Lady On A Balcony

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Suddenly she steps, wrapped into the wind,
brightly into brightness, as if singled out,
while now the room as though cut to fit
behind her fills the door

Little Tear-Vase

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Other vessels hold wine, other vessels hold oil
inside the hollowed-out vault circumscribed by their clay.
I, as smaller measure, and as the slimmest of all,
humbly hollow myself so that just a few tears can fill me.

Lament (O how all things are far removed)

© Rainer Maria Rilke

O how all things are far removed
and long have passed away.
I do believe the star,
whose light my face reflects,
is dead and has been so
for many thousand years.

Lament (Whom will you cry to, heart?)

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely,
your path struggles on through incomprehensible
mankind. All the more futile perhaps
for keeping to its direction,
keeping on toward the future,
toward what has been lost.

Loneliness

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.