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From: An Evening Revery

© William Cullen Bryant

FROM AN UNFINISHED POEM

The summer day is closed--the sun is set:

``Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life,
Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife;
Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet,
Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet:
Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless breast,
Then saying your prayers when the nightfall came, and quietly dropping to rest.

This Beautiful Black Marriage

© Diane Wakoski

Photograph negative
her black arm: a diving porpoise,
sprawled across the ice-banked pillow.
Head: a sheet of falling water.
Her legs: icicle branches breaking into light.

Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dim

Now that her eye no longer dwelt on him,

The Reformers

© Rudyard Kipling

Not in the camp his victory lies
Or triumph in the market-place,
Who is his Nation's sacrifice
To turn the judgement from his race.

Gray Eyes

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Sitting alone in my room,

Alone in the gathering gloom,

Our Kind Of A Man

© James Whitcomb Riley

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The kind of a man for you and me!

Worthy Places

© Ivan Donn Carswell

There were some worthy places where we could escape,
avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely
peopled space; the first was to the outside loo
(the only loo but where at least the toilet paper

When I Close My Eyes

© Ivan Donn Carswell

When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face
but the three-dimensional solidity or you
bursts through the tissues of my skin,
transmogrified by a tactile binary fusion.

Water Babes

© Ivan Donn Carswell

We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook
that patiently took us into its heart. At the very start we
were never far from its shingly banks, playing amid ranks
of serried wildflowers. When one of us all but drowned

The Three Singers To Young Blood

© George Meredith

Carols nature, counsel men.
Different notes as rook from wren
Hear we when our steps begin,
And the choice is cast within,
Where a robber raven's tale
Urges passion's nightingale.

Twenty Four Hour Embrace

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Awakening
in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep,
where half a lifetime eludes dreams;
and feeling you were cheated
by too much gin and lack of sleep
in these unconsummated fumblings.

Olney Hymn 66: I Will Praise The Lord At All Times

Winter has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read,
Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
In the snowdrop's pensive head.

Tools for life

Has life ever dumped you in a heap?
Perhaps youve found self belief so strongly
reinforcing that doubt never enters it,
nor divorces you from your own reality.

"Tis An Old Tale And Often Told"

Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed

Those we let fall over the silent dead?

To risk your Liberty

Called The Hon Lizard Gizzard with aptness bearing fruit
from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit,
famous for avowals starting, Government Approved,
and in relation to delivered deadpan monotone, eyes
a distant, washed-out hue quartered in a trance.

Epigram V.

© John Byrom

Prayer and thanksgiving is the vital breath
That keeps the spirit of a man from death;
For pray'r attracts into the living soul
The life, that fills the universal whole.