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Phantasmagoria CANTO V ( Byckerment )

© Lewis Carroll

"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?"
I said. "They should, by rights,
Give them a chance - because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
Especially in Sprites."

Hiawathas' photographing ( Part VI )

© Lewis Carroll

But my Hiawatha's patience,
His politeness and his patience,
Unaccountably had vanished,
And he left that happy party.

Phantasmagoria CANTO IV ( Hys Nouryture )

© Lewis Carroll

"OH, when I was a little Ghost,
A merry time had we!
Each seated on his favourite post,
We chumped and chawed the buttered toast
They gave us for our tea."

Hiawatha's Photographing (complete)

© Lewis Carroll

From his shoulder Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood,
Made of sliding, folding rosewood;
Neatly put it all together.
In its case it lay compactly,
Folded into nearly nothing;

A month or twain to live on honeycomb
Is pleasant; but one tires of scented time,
Cold sweet recurrence of accepted rhyme,
And that strong purple under juice and foam
Where the wine’s heart has burst;
Nor feel the latter kisses like the first.

The House of Rest

© Julia Ward Howe

I will build a house of rest,
Square the corners every one:
At each angle on his breast
Shall a cherub take the sun;
Rising, risen, sinking, down,
Weaving day’s unequal crown.

The Oven Loves the TV Set

© Heather McHugh

Stuck on the fridge, our favorite pin-up girl

is anorexic. On the radio we have a riff

Turtle

© Kay Ryan

Who would be a turtle who could help it?

A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet,

Beowulf (modern English translation)

© Pierre Reverdy

LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings

of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,

Father and Son

© Delmore Schwartz

FRANZ KAFKA
Father:
On these occasions, the feelings surprise,
Spontaneous as rain, and they compel
Explicitness, embarrassed eyes——

Lincoln, Man of the People

© Edwin Markham

When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour

Greatening and darkening as it hurried on,

To James Fenton

© John Fuller

The poet’s duties: no need to stress
The subject’s dullness, nonetheless
Here’s an incestuous address
In Robert Burns’ style
To one whom all the Muses bless
At Great Turnstile.

Satires of Circumstance in Fifteen Glimpses VIII: In the Study

© Thomas Hardy

He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there,
A type of decayed gentility;
And by some small signs he well can guess
That she comes to him almost breakfastless.