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Pear Tree

© Hilda Doolittle

no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;

To find clues where there are none,
That's my job now, I said to the
Dictionary on my desk. The world beyond
My window has grown illegible,
And so has the clock on the wall.
I may strike a match to orient myself

Poem Without A Title

© Charles Simic

I say to the lead
Why did you let yourself
Be cast into a bullet?
Have you forgotten the alchemists?
Have you given up hope
In turning into gold?

Paradise Motel

© Charles Simic

Millions were dead; everybody was innocent.
I stayed in my room. The President
Spoke of war as of a magic love potion.
My eyes were opened in astonishment.
In a mirror my face appeared to me
Like a twice-canceled postage stamp.

Peter Sinning And Repenting

© John Newton

When Peter boasted, soon he fell,
Yet was by grace restored;
His case should be regarded well
By all who fear the Lord.

Paying The Captain

© Russell Edson

But it seems there will be no journey since we have
gotten the captain used to a good thing. And so we
must spend the rest of our days throwing the captain
overboard.

"Philip My King."

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Banned from earth's day--thine inward sight expands
Above the night-bound senses' birth or bars;
Lord of a larger realm, of subtler scope,
Where thou at last shalt press the lips of Hope,
And feel God's angel lift in radiant hands
Thy life from darkness to a place of stars!

Pastor Cum

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

When he, that shepherd false, 'neath Phrygian sails,

Carried his hostess Helen o'er the seas,

Pearls

© Bernadette Geyer

And so I look back
still thinking of her
with painful heart,
this clench of inner flesh.

Poetry

© Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age… Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,

Pan at Lane Cove

© Kenneth Slessor

SCALY with poison, bright with flame,
Great fungi steam beside the gate,
Run tentacles through flagstone cracks,
Or claw beyond, where meditate

Polarity

© Claude McKay

Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind,
For there's no plane on which we two may meet?
Let's both forgive, forget, for both were blind,
And life is of a day, and time is fleet.

Poetry

© Claude McKay

Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower,
And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee.
Bowing my head in deep humility
Before the silent thunder of thy power.