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Moonshine

© Yusef Komunyakaa

Drunken laughter escapes

Behind the fence woven

Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton.
It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it
with me—this other thing I will become at death,
and yet it keeps me erect and limber in my walk,
my rival.

Maple Syrup

© Donald Hall

August, goldenrod blowing. We walk

into the graveyard, to find

Marsh Song -- At Sunset.

© Sidney Lanier

Over the monstrous shambling sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West, --
Thy Prospero I'll be.

Money

© Howard Nemerov

an introductory lecture

This morning we shall spend a few minutes

Mother and Child, Body and Soul

© Jean Valentine

Mother
It was autumn
I couldn't hear the students
only the music coming in the window,
Se tu m’ami
If you love me

Microcosmos

© Siegfried Sassoon

I am that fantasy which race has wrought
Of mundane chance-material. I am time
Paeaned by the senses five like bells that chime.

Mephistopheles Perverted

© Kenneth Slessor

(Or Goethe for the Times)
ONCE long ago lived a Flea
Who kept such a fine, fat King,
Not that he held with royalty,

Miss Snooks, Poetess

© Stevie Smith

Miss Snooks was really awfully nice
And never wrote a poem
That was not really awfully nice
And fitted to a woman,

Madrigal in Time of War

© Daniel Nester

Beside the rivers of the midnight town
Where four-foot couples love and paupers drown,
Shots of quick hell we took, our final kiss,
The great and swinging bridge a bower for this.

My Grandmother’s Love Letters

© Hart Crane

There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.

Memorandum

Save these words for a while because
of something they remind you of
although you cannot remember
what that is a sense that is part
dust and part the light of morning