Life poems

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

It might not be. Some things are possible,
And some impossible for even God.
And Esther had no soul which Heaven or Hell
Could touch by joy or soften by the rod.

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Plaint Of The Missouri 'Coon In The Berlin Zoological Gardens

© Eugene Field

Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know,

  And born in old Mizzourah, where the 'coons in plenty grow;

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Basil Moss

© Henry Kendall

SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song—

Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tracts

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To The Moon Of The South

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Let him go down,--the gallant Sun!
His work is nobly done;
Well may He now absorb
Within his solid orb

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The American Way

© Gregory Corso

I am a great American
I am almost nationalistic about it!
I love America like a madness!
But I am afraid to return to America
I’m even afraid to go into the American Express—

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Bible Defense of Slavery

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Take sackcloth of the darkest dye,
 And shroud the pulpits round!
Servants of Him that cannot lie,
 Sit mourning on the ground.

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William Blake

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

THIS is the place. Even here the dauntless soul,

The unflinching hand, wrought on; till in that nook,

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Farewell to Matilda

© Thomas Love Peacock

  Oui, pour jamais
              Chassons l’image
              De la volage
              Que j’adorais.  PARNY.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 02 - Nature And Composition Of The Mind

© Lucretius

First, then, I say, the mind which oft we call

The intellect, wherein is seated life's

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X Minus X

© Kenneth Fearing

Still there will be your desire, and hers, and his hopes and theirs,
Your laughter, their laughter,
Your curse and his curse, her reward and their reward, their dismay and his dismay and her dismay and yours—

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My Last Afternoon with Uncle Devereux Winslow

© Robert Lowell

a black pile and a white pile.... 
Come winter,
Uncle Devereux would blend to the one color.

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God Is My Witness

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

God knows it. And he knows how the world's tear
Touched me. And He is witness of my wrath,
How it was kindled against murderers
Who slew for gold, and how upon their path
I met them. Since which day the World in arms
Strikes at my life with angers and alarms.

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Black Earth

© Marianne Clarke Moore

Openly, yes,
 With the naturalness
  Of the hippopotamus or the alligator
When it climbs out on the bank to experience the

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Orient Ode

© Francis Thompson

Lo, in the sanctuaried East,

Day, a dedicated priest

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Afternoon Happiness

© John Betjeman

for John


At a party I spy a handsome psychiatrist,

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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto IV.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

III Compensation
  That nothing here may want its praise,
  Know, she who in her dress reveals
  A fine and modest taste, displays
  More loveliness than she conceals.

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You Say, Columbus with his Argosies

© Trumbull Stickney

You say, Columbus with his argosies

Who rash and greedy took the screaming main

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Little Father

© Li-Young Lee

I buried my father
in the sky.
Since then, the birds
clean and comb him every morning 
and pull the blanket up to his chin 
every night.

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A Winter Piece

© William Cullen Bryant

The time has been that these wild solitudes,
Yet beautiful as wild, were trod by me
Oftener than now; and when the ills of life
Had chafed my spirit--when the unsteady pulse

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The House of Life: 97. A Superscription

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart
 One moment through thy soul the soft surprise
 Of that wing'd Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,—
Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart
Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart
 Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes.