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Sonnet XIII: Youth's Antiphony

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I love you, sweet: how can you ever learn

How much I love you? You I love even so,

Street Song

© Sylvia Plath

By a mad miracle I go intact
Among the common rout
Thronging sidewalk, street,
And bickering shops;

Snowy Mountains

© John Gould Fletcher

Higher and still more high,

Palaces made for cloud,

Solo For Ear-Trumpet

© Dame Edith Sitwell

The carriage brushes through the bright

Leaves (violent jets from life to light);

Sunbeam

© Anna Akhmatova

I pray to the sunbeam from the window -
It is pale, thin, straight.
Since morning I have been silent,
And my heart - is split.

Solitude

© Anna Akhmatova

So many stones have been thrown at me,
That I'm not frightened of them anymore,
And the pit has become a solid tower,
Tall among tall towers.

Seascape With Sun And Eagle

© Lawrence Ferlinghetti

flown from the mountains
floated down
far over ocean
where the sunset has begun
a mirror of itself

Sonnet 5: "Those hours, that with gentle work did frame..."

© William Shakespeare

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame

The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,

Somebody Has To

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Somebody has to go polish the stars,
They're looking a little bit dull.
Somebody has to go polish the stars,

Sweeney Erect

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

And the trees about me,
Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
Groan with continual surges; and behind me
Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!

Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat

He gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
And the signal goes "All Clear!"
And we're off at last for the northern part
Of the Northern Hemisphere!

Solemn Hour

Whoever now weeps somewhere in the world,
weeps without reason in the world,
weeps over me.

Song

You, whom I do not tell that all night long
I lie weeping,
whose very being makes me feel wanting
like a cradle.

This, as a coherent whole, only casually observed;
never as yet tried in suffering or succeeding,
held together for an enduring fulfillment,
yet so as if for times to come, out of these scattered things,
something serious and lasting were being planned.