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Menstruation at Forty

© Anne Sexton

I was thinking of a son.

The womb is not a clock

Slavery

© Erica Jong

If Heaven has into being deigned to call

Thy light, O Liberty! to shine on all;

But we need dependency, cosseting, and well-treatment.
So do men sometimes. Why don’t they admit it?
We will be cows for a while, because babies howl for us,
Be kittens or bitches, who want to eat grass now and then
For the sake of our health. But the role of pastoral heroine
Is not permanent, Jack. We want to get back to the meeting.

The Georgics

© Virgil

GEORGIC I

What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star

Basil Moss

© Henry Kendall

SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song

Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tracts

The American Way

© Gregory Corso

I am a great American
I am almost nationalistic about it!
I love America like a madness!
But I am afraid to return to America
I’m even afraid to go into the American Express—

O Jours De Mon Printemps

© André Marie de Chénier

O jours de mon printemps, jours couronnés de rose,

A votre fuite en vain un long regret s'oppose,

The Japanese Wife

© Charles Bukowski

O lord, he said, Japanese women,

real women, they have not forgotten,

Afternoon Happiness

© John Betjeman

for John

At a party I spy a handsome psychiatrist,

Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen

© William Butler Yeats

MANY ingenious lovely things are gone

That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,

The Sorcerer: Act II

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Scene-Exterior of Sir Marmaduke's mansion by moonlight. All the
peasantry are discovered asleep on the ground, as at the end
of Act I.

The Raggedy Man

© James Whitcomb Riley

O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;

An' he's the goodest man ever you saw!

A Sculptor

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
Before my half-formed character I stand
And ply the shining tools of mental gifts.

The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Second

© Mark Akenside

Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
Where nature calls him to the destin'd goal.

Incandescent War Poem Sonnet

Even before I saw the chambered nautilus
I wanted to sail not in the us navy
Tonight I'm waiting for you, your letter
At the same time his letter, the view of you

Contradictin' Joe

Heard of Contradictin' Joe?
Most contrary man I know.
Always sayin', "That's not so."

An Essay on Criticism: Part 1

But you who seek to give and merit fame,
And justly bear a critic's noble name,
Be sure your self and your own reach to know,
How far your genius, taste, and learning go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet,
And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.

The Call of the Congo

© Jessie Pope

I go as a rule
At the coming of Yule,
To a place where the sunshine's obtrusive ;
At Hydros I'm found,
Where dyspeptics abound,
And massage and physic's inclusive ;