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Revulsion

© Thomas Hardy

THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter
Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss,
Out of the night there looms a sense 'twere better
To fail obtaining whom one fails to miss.

Radio Poem

© Bertolt Brecht

You little box, held to me escaping
So that your valves should not break
Carried from house to house to ship from sail to train,
So that my enemies might go on talking to me,

remember

© W. Jude Aher

i saw their broken eyes
those that returned
from vietnam,
a (so called)
american war.

Exiled afar from youth and happy love,
If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence
I have no doubt but, like a homing dove,
It would return to its dear residence,
And through a thousand stars find out the road
Back into earthly flesh that was its loved abode.

Rendezvous

© Alan Seeger

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,

Rubber Souls

© Andrei Voznesensky

I hate you, rubber souls, you seem
to stretch to fit any regime.

They'll give a yawning smile, stretched wide,

Russian-american Romance

© Andrei Voznesensky

In my land and yours they do hit the hay
and sleep the whole night in a similar way.

There's the golden Moon with a double shine.

Roses

© George Eliot

You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white

Rimer

© Ambrose Bierce

The rimer quenches his unheeded fires,
The sound surceases and the sense expires.
Then the domestic dog, to east and west,
Expounds the passions burning in his breast.
The rising moon o'er that enchanted land
Pauses to hear and yearns to understand.

Rudiger - A Ballad

© Robert Southey

Now who can judge this to be other than one of those spirits that are
named Incubi? says Thomas Heywood. I have adopted his story, but not his
solution, making the unknown soldier not an evil spirit, but one who had
purchased happiness of a malevolent being, by the promised sacrifice of
his first-born child.

Return

© Robinson Jeffers

A little too abstract, a little too wise,
It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,
Let the rich life run to the roots again.

Rock And Hawk

© Robinson Jeffers

Here is a symbol in which
Many high tragic thoughts
Watch their own eyes.

Return

© Robert Francis

This little house sows the degrees
By which wood can return to trees.Weather has stained the shingles dark
And indistinguishable from bark.Lichen that long ago adjourned
Its lodging here has now returned.And if you look in through the door

Rain Or Shine

the vultures at the zoo
(all three of the)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree

Raw With Love

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife

Rain

a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees

Revolt In The Ranks

I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half
handicapping tomorrow's
card.
when am I going to get at the poems?

Rhyming Poem

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars
I'm sorry, sir, we close at 4:30,

Round-Pond

Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight.
The shining of the sun upon the water
Is like a scattering of gold crocus-petals
In a long wavering irregular flight.