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Melody In A Restaurant
© Conrad Aiken
The cigarette smoke loops and slides above us,
Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes.
You strike a match and stare upon the flame.
The tiny firelight leaps in your eyes a moment
And dies away as silently as it came.
Morel Mushrooms by Jane Whitledge: American Life in Poetry #102 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
Those of us who have hunted morel mushrooms in the early spring have hunted indeed! The morel is among nature's most elusive species. Here Jane Whitledge of Minnesota captures the morel's mysterious ways.
Morel Mushrooms
Softly they come
thumbing up from
firm ground
Move We Adjourn
© Edgar Albert Guest
When I'm weary of argument wordy
And tired of continuous debate,
Music
© William Ernest Henley
Down the quiet eve,
Thro' my window with the sunset
Pipes to me a distant organ
Foolish ditties;
Morphine
© Heinrich Heine
Theres a mirror likeness between the two
Bright, youthfully-shaped figures, though
Ones paler than the other and more austere,
I might even say more perfect, more distinguished,
Miranda's Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Ye elves! when spangled starlight gleams,
That flit beneath the ray,
Mona Lisa
© Edith Wharton
Yon strange blue city crowns a scarped steep
No mortal foot hath bloodlessly essayed:
My Midnight Meditation
© Henry King
Ill busi'd man! why should'st thou take such care
To lengthen out thy life's short calendar?
When ev'ry spectacle thou lookst upon
Presents and acts thy execution.
Each drooping season and each flower doth cry,
"Fool! as I fade and wither, thou must die.
Moonlight
© John Crowe Ransom
HE feigned a fine indifference
To be so prodigal of light,
Knowing his piteous twisted things
Would lose the crooked marks of spite
When only moonbeams fit the dusk
And made his wicked world seem right.
My Education
© James Kenneth Stephen
At school I sometimes read a book,
And learned a lot of lessons;
Some small amount of pains I took,
And showed much acquiescence
Music
© Charles Harpur
Like sunrise when its conquering glow
Smites through the vapours cold,
Till all their ragged inlets flow
With floods of burning gold.
Mutton
© Jonathan Swift
Gently stir and blow the fire,
Lay the mutton down to roast,
Dress it quickly, I desire,
In the dripping put a toast,
Macaws
© Padraic Colum
GREEN wings and yellow breasts on birds that stare
That turn their heads and stare,
Must Be Freed
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
The ante-bellum Negro prayed,
For God to intercede,
And God in answer to him said,
"Your children shall be freed."
Men
© John Crowe Ransom
"How many goodly creatures are there here!"
Miranda doted on the sight of seamen,
Mount Tabor
© John Hay
They bowed their heads in holy fright,--
No mortal eyes could bear the sight,--
And when they looked again, behold!
The fiery clouds had backward rolled,
And borne aloft in grandeur lonely,
Nothing was left "save Jesus only."
Miss T
© Walter de la Mare
It's a very odd thing -
As odd can be -
That whatever Miss T eats
Turns into Miss T.;
