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Sonnet To Liberty
© Oscar Wilde
Is it not said that many years ago,
In a far Eastern town, some soldiers ran
With torches through the midnight, and began
To wrangle for mean raiment, and to throw
Dice for the garments of a wretched man,
Not knowing the God's wonder, or His woe?
Statue of a Couple
© Czeslaw Milosz
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold.
The purest light of the celestial dome
has burned me through. And now we are
as two still plams lying in darlmess,
as two black banks of a frozen stream
in the chasm of the world.
Study Of Loneliness
© Czeslaw Milosz
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert?
A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand?
Whoever he was. At dawn he saw furrowed mountains
The color of ashes, above the melting darkness,
Song on the End of the World
© Czeslaw Milosz
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.
Size and Tears
© Lewis Carroll
When on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave -
A little whisper at my ear
Enquires the reason of my fear.
Speak Roughly to Your Little Boy
© Lewis Carroll
And with that she
began nursing her child again, singing a sort of
lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a vio
lent shake at the end of every line: -- --
Snow & Ice
© Quincy Troupe
ice sheets sweep this slick mirrored dark place
space as keys that turn in tight, trigger
pain of situations
where we move ever so slowly
Self-Portrait
© Robert Creeley
He wants to be
a brutal old man,
an aggressive old man,
as dull, as brutal
as the emptiness around him,
Sweetness
© Stephen Dunn
Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear
one more friend
waking with a tumor, one more maniac
Sweeney among the Nightingales
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
Silence
© Billy Collins
There is the sudden silence of the crowd
above a player not moving on the field,
and the silence of the orchid.
[Sonnet] name address date
© Bernadette Mayer
name address date
I cannot remember
an eye for an eye
then and there my
Saving Minutes
© Jonathan Galassi
to this,
and put it away
to be lived on another night,
your wedding night or some other night
that needed all the luck,
all the saved-up minutes you could bring it.
So they stood
© Samuel Menashe
So they stood
Upon ladders
With pruning hooks
Backs to the king
Who took his leave
Of gardening
Sonnet XXXV: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
© William Shakespeare
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Slowly: a plainsong from an older woman to a younger woman
© Judy Grahn
wanting, wanting
am I not broken
stolen common
Season of Quite
© Roddy Lumsden
With refreshments and some modesty and home-drawn maps,
the ladies of the parish are marshaling the plans in hand,
Song of the Dwarf
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Maybe my soul is straight and good,
but she’s got to lug my heart, my blood,
Sweet Machine
© Mark Doty
hanging his head between his knees,
spent, before he jerks himself up
and starts all over again.
self-exam (my body is a cage)
© Nick Flynn
Do this: take two fingers, place them on
the spot behind your ear, either
