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Sonnets from the Portuguese 28: My Letters!

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white ! —

And yet they seem alive and quivering

Of Love

© Robert Herrick

How Love came in, I do not know,

Whether by th eye, or eare, or no:

Lyell’s Hypothesis Again

© Kenneth Rexroth

An Attempt to Explain the Former
Changes of the Earth's Surface by
Causes Now in Operation

In vain thy lawless Fires contend with mine,
Tho' Crouds unnumber'd fall before thy Shrine;
Let Youths, who ne'er aspir'd to noble Fame,
And the soft Virgin, kindle at thy Flame,
Thee, Son of Indolence and Vice, I scorn,
By Reason nourish'd, and of Virtue born.

Perhaps the World Ends Here

© Joy Harjo

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

Two Sonnets On Fame

© John Keats

I.
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,

Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Café.

Sonnet II. (Translated From Milton)

© William Cowper

As on a hill-top rude, when closing day

Imbrowns the scene, some past'ral maiden fair

To Penshurst

© Benjamin Jonson

Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show,

Of touch or marble; nor canst boast a row

Convict Once - Part First.

© James Brunton Stephens

I.
FREE again! Free again! eastward and westward, before me, behind me,
Wide lies Australia! and free are my feet, as my soul is, to roam!
Oh joy unwonted of space undetermined! No limit assigned me!
Freedom conditioned by nought save the need and desire of a home!

The Death of Antinoüs

© Mark Doty

When the beautiful young man drowned—
accidentally, swimming at dawn
in a current too swift for him,
or obedient to some cult
of total immersion that promised
the bather would come up divine,

To Mr Fashionable Fiancee

© Peter McArthur

I SOMETIMES think it would be sweet
If we were like the olden lovers
The simple-hearted ones we meet
In musty books with vellum covers.

[To an army wife, in Sardis...]

© Sappho

To an army wife, in Sardis:

Modern Love: L

Thus piteously Love closed what he begat:

The union of this ever-diverse pair!

Two Views of Buson

© Robert Hass

1
A French scholar says he affected the Chinese manner.
When he took his friends into the countryside
To look at blossoms, they all saw Chinese blossoms.
He dressed accordingly and wept for the wild geese of Shosho.

Song of Myself

© Walt Whitman

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.