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La Puerta

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Por esa puerta huyo, diciendo: "¡Nunca!"
Por esa puerta ha de volver un día…
Al cerrar esa puerta, dejo trunca
la hebra de oro de la esperanza mía.
Por esa puerta ha de volver un día.

Look Not Too Deep

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Look not too deep in my heart,
My beloved; nay, lean not too near
From the shores of thy peace, lest thou start
From the midst of thy sweet thoughts to hear

Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess
in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.
When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me,
he says, Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.

Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Last night my soul cried, O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
Without sin and crime, eternally revolving upon your body in its complaining is the indigo of mourning;
Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.
In your form you are terrifying, yet your state is full of anguish: you turn round like a millstone and writhe like a snake.

Laila and the Khalifa.

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

The Khalifa said to Laila, "Art thou really she
For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted?
Thou art not fairer than many other fair ones."
She replied, "Be silent; thou art not Majnun!"

Last Instructions to a Painter

© Andrew Marvell

Here, Painter, rest a little, and survey
With what small arts the public game they play.
For so too Rubens, with affairs of state,
His labouring pencil oft would recreate.

Lines Written At Sea (II)

© Frances Anne Kemble

But love thee still,
Through good and ill,
With the constancy
Of eternity:
Why art thou weeping,
O fool, for the dead?

Lady Hamilton

© Muriel Stuart

Men wondered why I loved you, and none guessed

How sweet your slow, divine stupidity,

Lines To My Father

© Countee Cullen

The many sow, but only the chosen reap;
Happy the wretched host if Day be brief,
That with the cool oblivion of sleep
A dawnless Night may soothe the smart of grief.

Love

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

A life was mine full of the close concern

Of many-voiced affairs. The world sped fast;

Lines To A Reviewer

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Alas, good friend, what profit can you see
In hating such a hateless thing as me?
There is no sport in hate where all the rage
Is on one side: in vain would you assuage

Lines For A Prologue

© Archibald MacLeish

These alternate nights and days, these seasons
Somehow fail to convince me. It seems
I have the sense of infinity!

Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II:

© Ellis Parker Butler

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

Lady, The Fates Command

© Thibaut de Champagne

Lady, the fates command, and I must go,--

Leaving the pleasant land so dear to me:

Love's Logic

© Henry Timrod

And if I ask thee for a kiss,

I ask no more than this sweet breeze,

Lionel Johnson

© Joyce Kilmer

(For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.)There was a murkier tinge in London's air
As if the honest fog blushed black for shame.
Fools sang of sin, for other fools' acclaim,
And Milton's wreath was tossed to Baudelaire.

Love's Lantern

© Joyce Kilmer

(For Aline)Because the road was steep and long
And through a dark and lonely land,
God set upon my lips a song
And put a lantern in my hand.

Love Of Jerusalem

There is a street where they sell only red meat
And there is a street where they sell only clothes and perfumes. And there
is a day when I see only cripples and the blind
And those covered with leprosy, and spastics and those with twisted lips.