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Pleasures Of Fancy

© John Clare

A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,

And through this little gate that claps and bangs

Per mels cobrir lo mal pes (Anne)

Per melhs cobrir lo mal pes e.l cossire
chan e deport et ai joi e solatz;
e fatz esfortz car sai chantar ni rire,
car eu me mor e nul semblan no.n fatz;
e per Amor sui si apoderatz,
tot m'a vencut a forsa e batalha.

Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight

Had drawn their armies near upon the hills

Peekaboo: Three Songs For The Nursery

© Anthony Evan Hecht

Go hide! Go hide! But through the latticework
Of my upraised bone hands
I see athlete and statesman, priest and clerk
Step forth as deodands.

Petropolis

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

From a fearful height, a wandering light,
but does a star glitter like this, crying?
Transparent star, wandering light
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.

Pestilence

© Madison Julius Cawein

High on a throne of noisome ooze and heat,
'Mid rotting trees of bayou and lagoon,
Ghastly she sits beneath the skeleton moon,
A tawny horror coiling at her feet--
Fever, whose eyes keep watching, serpent-like,
Until _her_ eyes shall bid him rise and strike.

Poem 2

© Kabir

WHEN He Himself reveals Himself, Brahma brings into manifestation That which can never be seen.
As the seed is in the plant, as the shade is in the tree, as the void is in the sky, as infinite forms are in the void-
So from beyond the Infinite, the Infinite comes; and from the Infinite the finite extends.

Preveza

© Kostas Karyotakis

Death is the bullies bashing
against the black walls and roof tiling,
death is the women being loved
in the course of onion peeling.

Post-Prandial

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

"THE Dutch have taken Holland,"--so the schoolboys used to say;
The Dutch have taken Harvard,--no doubt of that to-day!
For the Wendells were low Dutchmen, and all their vrows were Vans;
And the Breitmanns are high Dutchmen, and here is honest Hans.

Paranoid

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Everybody says I'm paranoid they all think I'm crazy
They all smile to my face but they'd like to see me die
They put poison in my coffee they put ground glass in my oatmeal
They put spiders in my tennis shoes and shit in my pecan pie

Phaethon--Attempted In Galliambic Measure

© George Meredith

Lither, noisy in the breezes now his sisters shivering weep,
By the river flowing smooth out to the vexed sea of Adria,
Where he fell, and where they suffered sudden change to the
tremulous
Ever-wailful trees bemoaning him, a bruised purple cyclamen.

Portrait Of Young Love

© Stephen Vincent Benet

If you were with meas you're not, of course,
I'd taste the elegant tortures of Despair
With a slow, languid, long-refining tongue;
Puzzle for days on one particular stare,
Or if you knew a word's peculiar force,
Or what you looked like when you were quite young.

Properzia Rossi

Tell me no more, no more

Of my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vain

Portals

© Walt Whitman

WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?

And what are those of life, but for Death?

Pocahontas

Wearied arm and broken sword

Wage in vain the desperate fight:

Paraphrase of Isaiah, Chap. 64

O that Thou wouldest rend the breadth of sky,
That veils Thy presence from the sons of men!
O that, as erst Thou camest from on high
Sudden in strength, Thou so would'st come again!
Track'd out by judgments was Thy fiery path,
Ocean and mountain withering in Thy wrath!