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Reasonable Interest
© Ellis Parker Butler
I want to know how Bernard Shaw
Likes beefsteakfairly done, or raw?
I want to know what kinds of shoes
M. Maeterlinck and Howells use.
Roman Meditation
© Arthur Symons
Learn wisdom, this is wisdom, cry
The teachers; and the teachers die.
Readings In French
© Larry Levis
1.
Looking into the eyes of Gerard de Nerval
You notice the giant sea crabs rising.
Which is what happens
Rejected
© Edith Nesbit
WE wandered down the meadow way--
The path beside the hedge is shady,--
You did not see the silver may,
You talked of Art, my sweet blind Lady.
Rhoecus
© James Russell Lowell
God sends his teachers unto every age,
To every clime, and every race of men,
Requiescat In Pace
© Jean Ingelow
O my heart, my heart is sick awishing and awaiting:
The lad took up his knapsack, he went, he went his way;
And I looked on for his coming, as a prisoner through the grating
Looks and longs and longs and wishes for its opening day.
Ring Of Peace
© Paul Eluard
I have passed the doors of coldness
The doors of my bitterness
To come and kiss your lips
Rubaiyat 35
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
O breeze, my story quietly share,
My hearts secrets, to whoever you care.
Tell not to upset or bring sorrow,
Share them with a heart thats aware.
Remembered
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here in the dusk I see her face again
As then I knew it, ere she fell asleep;
Renunciation glorifying pain
Of her soul's inmost deep.
Returning Late on the Road from Pingquan on a Winter's Day
© Bai Juyi
The mountain road is hard to travel, the sun now slanting down,
In a misty village, a crow lands on a frosted tree.
I'll not arrive before night falls, but that should not concern me,
Once I've drunk three warm cups, I'll feel as if at home.
Reflections
© George Crabbe
Beware then, Age, that what was won,
If life's past labours, studies, views,
Be lost not, now the labour's done,
When all thy part is,--not to lose:
When thou canst toil or gain no more,
Destroy not what was gain'd before.
Resolved To Be Loved
© Abraham Cowley
'Tis true, I'have lov'd already three or four,
And shall three or four hundred more;
I'll love each fair one that I see,
Till I find one at last that shall love me.
Reunited
© Edgar Albert Guest
The hours were long with you away,
Although I thought I could forget;
I banished you and cursed the day
That we had ever met.
Revealment
© Madison Julius Cawein
A sense of sadness in the golden air;
A pensiveness, that has no part in care,
As if the Season, by some woodland pool,
Braiding the early blossoms in her hair,
Seeing her loveliness reflected there,
Had sighed to find herself so beautiful.
