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Mount Liupan

© Mao Zedong

The sky is high, the clouds are pale,
We watch the wild geese vanish southward.
If we fail to reach the Great Wall we are not men,
We who have already measured twenty thousand li.

Monimia. An Ode

© John Logan

In weeds of sorrow wildly 'dight,
Alone beneath the gloom of night,
Monimia went to mourn;
She left a mother's fond alarms;
Ah! never to return!

My Heart Was Full

© Stevie Smith

My heart was full of softening showers,
I used to swing like this for hours,
I did not care for war or death,
I was glad to draw my breath.

Mathematics

© Friedrich von Schlegel

Mathematics is, as it were, a sensuous logic, and relates to philosophy as do the arts, music, and plastic art to poetry.

Martins Puzzle

© George Meredith

I

There she goes up the street with her book in her hand,

I must tell you stories as well about scores of troops dispatched to adjacent Aceh, Irian and Timor
brain-washed soldiers and a holy mission:
to seek and destroy the sons and daugthers
in search of water of justice on their ancestors' land
of which years later one might not even discover
traces of suppressed whispers evaporated in the air

Mister William

© William Schwenck Gilbert

OH, listen to the tale of MISTER WILLIAM, if you please,
Whom naughty, naughty judges sent away beyond the seas.
He forged a party's will, which caused anxiety and strife,
Resulting in his getting penal servitude for life.

Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 VI. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen

© William Wordsworth

IN this still place, remote from men,
Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW GLEN;
In this still place, where murmurs on
But one meek streamlet, only one:

Messalina

© Alfred Austin

The gloss is fading from your hair,

The glamour from your brow;

Mossbawn: Two Poems in Dedication

© Seamus Justin Heaney

There was a sunlit absence.
The helmeted pump in the yard
heated its iron,
water honeyed

My Little Doll

© Charles Kingsley

I once had a sweet little doll, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world;

My Romance

© Madison Julius Cawein

If it so befalls that the midnight hovers
In mist no moonlight breaks,
The leagues of the years my spirit covers,
And my self myself forsakes.

My Present English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

This morning

What shall I give you, my friend

Motherhood

© Edgar Albert Guest

I wonder if he'll stop to think,

When the long years have traveled by,

Mid-Term Break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part II.

O, Love builds on the azure sea,
And Love builds on the golden sand;
And Love builds on the rose-wing'd cloud,
And sometimes Love builds on the land.

May I Not Weep With You

Let me come in where you sit weepingaye,
Let me, who have not any child to die,
Weep with you for the little one whose love
I have known nothing of.

My enemy my friend

My enemy my friend
whom I know without compromise,
when I listened to the
deconstructions avowed of you

Mountains of Delight

The problem was the manner of choice
(or whether there was a choice for that matter)
as you had taken those options to yourself,
choosing as you had to do, and as it was right for you,
there is no shame in that and no reproving,
but my alternatives were emptied by your doing.

Mornings Reflections

Were meetings predestined then ours was intended,
great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered
with sweet benefactors and fêted to chance with a face.
We were then both separate and free in our choosing