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Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn

© John Donne

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HAIL sun-beams in the east are spread ;

Flower Of Aloe

© Edith Nesbit

HOW can I tell you how I love you, dear?
There is no music now the world is old;
The songs have all been sung, the tales all told
Broken the vows are all this many a year.

Epilogue to Schiller's Song of the Bell

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Mingled the crowds from ev'ry region brought,
And on the stage, in festal pomp array'd
The HOMAGE OF THE ARTS we saw displayed.

Amen

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

It is over. What is over?
Nay, now much is over truly!
Harvest days we toiled to sow for;
Now the sheaves are gathered newly,
Now the wheat is garnered duly.

For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen

© Hart Crane

There is the world dimensional for
those untwisted by the love of things
irreconcilable ...

Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament

To whom the King, "Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear."

Fox Sleep

© William Stanley Merwin

On a road through the mountains with a friend many years ago

I came to a curve on a slope where a clear stream

Hannah

© Thomas Parnell

Then Seek ye Subject & its song be mine
Whose numbers next in Sacred story shine;
Go brightly-working thought, prepard to fly
Above ye page on hov'ring pinnions ly,
& beat with stronger force to make thee rise
Where beautious Hannah meets ye searching eyes.

Coole Park 1929

© William Butler Yeats

I MEDITATE upon a swallow's flight,

Upon a aged woman and her house,

Idylls of the King: Song from The Marriage of Geraint

© Alfred Tennyson

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.

The Man Splitting Wood in the Daybreak

© Washington Allston

The man splitting wood in the daybreak

looks strong, as though, if one weakened,

Econo Motel, Ocean City

© Daisy Fried

Korean monster movie on the SyFy channel,

lurid Dora the Explorer blanket draped tentlike

A Time Past

The old wooden steps to the front door

where I was sitting that fall morning

Death and the Powers: A Robot Pageant

Characters
robot leader
robot two
robot three

Kaddish

Magnificent, mourned no more, marred of heart, mind behind, married dreamed, mortal changed—Ass and face done with murder.
In the world, given, flower maddened, made no Utopia, shut under pine, almed in Earth, balmed in Lone, Jehovah, accept.
Nameless, One Faced, Forever beyond me, beginningless, endless, Father in death. Tho I am not there for this Prophecy, I am unmarried, I’m hymnless, I’m Heavenless, headless in blisshood I would still adore
Thee, Heaven, after Death, only One blessed in Nothingness, not light or darkness, Dayless Eternity—
Take this, this Psalm, from me, burst from my hand in a day, some of my Time, now given to Nothing—to praise Thee—But Death
This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Wonderer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping—page beyond Psalm—Last change of mine and Naomi—to God’s perfect Darkness—Death, stay thy phantoms!