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Now if I can't be your hotdog lemme be your little weiner
Baby if I can't be your regular man lemme be your in betweener
And if I can't be your human torch lemme be your submariner
Well hey baby don't you leave me this way lemme be somethin'

Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing

© William Wordsworth

HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more.
The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that sound
Of bells; those boys who in yon meadow-ground
In white-sleeved shirts are playing; and the roar

Love Unknown

© George Herbert

Deare friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad:

And in my faintings I presume your love

Out Of The Window

© Aldous Huxley

In the middle of countries, far from hills and sea,

Are the little places one passes by in trains

Mogg Megone - Part I.

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,

Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,

Penthesilea

© Robert Laurence Binyon

II.
THE BATTLE

Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh

© Ovid

The End of the Eleventh Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

As It Begins With A Brush Stroke On A Snare Drum

© Larry Levis

The plaza was so still in that moment two years ago that
everything was clear,
As if it had been preserved beneath a kind of lacquered
stillness, &, for a while,
I did not even notice the pigeons lifting above the sad tiles
of churches,

Helsinki Window

© Robert Creeley

for Anselm Hollo

The Dark, Blue Sea

© George Gordon Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

Toward An Organic Philosophy

© Kenneth Rexroth

SPRING, COAST RANGE

One O'Clock in the Morning

© Charles Baudelaire

At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep. At last! The tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer.

At last! I am allowed to relax in a bath of darkness! First a double turn of the key in the lock. This turn of the key will, it seems to me, increase my solitude and strengthen the barricades that, for the moment, separate me from the world.

The Bride Of The Nile - Act II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Belkís. I cannot do these sums
So long before the date. In the meanwhile talk to me.
I want to be amused. Life will go drearily
If we are to be like this. Let us play at something--chess,
Or draughts, or dominoes. Ask me a thing to guess--
An intellectual game.

Piedra de sol

© Octavio Paz

a la salida de mi frente busco,
busco sin encontrar, busco un instante,
un rostro de relámpago y tormenta
corriendo entre los árboles nocturnos,
rostro de lluvia en un jardín a obscuras,
agua tenaz que fluye a mi costado,

The Fan : A Poem. Book III.

© John Gay

Learn hence, ye wives; bid vain suspicion cease,
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace.
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments,
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents,
No more the days in pleasing converse flow,
And nights no more their soft endearments know.