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Resignation

© Bliss William Carman

WHEN I am only fit to go to bed,
Or hobble out to sit within the sun,
Ring down the curtain, say the play is done,
And the last petals of the poppy shed!

A Monumental Column : A Funeral Elegy

To The Right Honourable Sir Robert Carr, Viscount Rochester, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, and One Of His Majesty's Most Honourable Privy Council.

The greatest of the kingly race is gone,

What Our Dead Do

© Zbigniew Herbert

Jan came this morning
—I dreamt of my father
he says

The Raggedy Man

© James Whitcomb Riley

O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;

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

The Black-Faced Sheep

© Donald Hall

My grandfather spent all day searching the valley
and edges of Ragged Mountain,
calling “Ke-day!” as if he brought you salt,
“Ke-day! Ke-day!”

Der Gilgul (The Possessed)

© Jerome Rothenberg

1

he picks a coin up

Don Juan: Canto 11

© Lord Byron

I

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"

Poem To Be Read And Sung

© Cesar Vallejo

Torment

© Daisy Fried

“I fucked up bad”: Justin cracks his neck,

talking to nobody. Fifteen responsible children,

Elegy X

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Yet the dead youth must go on alone.
In silence the elder Lament brings him
as far as the gorge where it shimmers in the moonlight:
The Foutainhead of Joy. With reverance she names it,
saying: "In the world of mankind it is a life-bearing stream."

I Cannot Pay That Premium

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Beside a frugal table, though spotless clean and white,
A loving couple they did sit and all seemed pleasant, quite;
They did not have no servant the things away to take,
For he was but a broker who much money did not make.

Magnitudes

© Howard Nemerov

Earth’s Wrath at our assaults is slow to come

But relentless when it does. It has to do

Mugging (I)

© Allen Ginsberg

I

Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk—

Howl

© Allen Ginsberg

For Carl Solomon

I

... by an Earthquake

© John Ashbery

A, undergoing a strange experience among a people weirdly deluded, discovers the secret of the delusion from Herschel, one of the victims who has died. By means of information obtained from the notebook, A succeeds in rescuing the other victims of the delusion.
A dies of psychic shock.
Albert has a dream, or an unusual experience, psychic or otherwise, which enables him to conquer a serious character weakness and become successful in his new narrative, “Boris Karloff.”

The King Of Brentfords Testament

The noble King of Brentford
Was old and very sick,
He summon'd his physicians
To wait upon him quick;
They stepp'd into their coaches
And brought their best physick.