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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: IX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

ON HER WAYWARDNESS
This is rank slavery. It better were
To till the thankless earth with sweat of brow,
Following dull oxen 'neath a goad of care

Prayer For The Home

© Edgar Albert Guest

Peace, unto this house, I pray,
Keep terror and despair away;
Shield it from evil and let sin
Never find lodging room within.
May never in these walls be heard
The hateful or accusing word.

The Couriers

© Sylvia Plath

The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf?

It is not mine. Do not accept it.

I Travelled among Unknown Men

© André Breton

I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

A Happy Childhood

© William Matthews

No one keeps a secret so well as a child
Victor Hugo
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing.
“Out out damn Spot,” she commands our silly dog.
I wonder what this means. I rise into adult air

Meditation

© David St. John

after Baudelaire
Quiet now, sorrow; relax. Calm down, fear ...
You wanted the night? It’s falling, here,
Like a black glove onto the city,
Giving a few some peace ... but not me.

Rain on a Grave

© Thomas Hardy

Clouds spout upon her

Their waters amain

Have You Prayed?

© Li-Young Lee

When the wind
turns and asks, in my father’s voice,
Have you prayed?

Ich Weiss Nicht, Was Soll Es Bedeuten

© Heinrich Heine

I dont know what it could mean,

Or why Im so sad: I find,

Bleak Weather

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Dear love, where the red lillies blossomed and grew,

The white snows are falling;

Sonnet XVIII: Genius in Beauty

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call

Of Homer's or of Dante's heart sublime,

The Turtle Shrine Near Chittagong

© Naomi Shihab Nye

Humps of shell emerge from dark water.
Believers toss hunks of bread,
hoping the fat reptilian heads
will loom forth from the murk
and eat. Meaning: you have been
heard.

To Asra

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Are there two things, of all which men possess,

That are so like each other and so near,

Selective Service

We rise from the snow where we’ve

lain on our backs and flown like children,

Gone, Gone Again

Gone, gone again,
May, June, July,
And August gone,
Again gone by,

To a Little Invisible Being Who is Expected Soon to Become Visible

Germ of new life, whose powers expanding slow
For many a moon their full perfection wait,—
Haste, precious pledge of happy love, to go
Auspicious borne through life's mysterious gate.