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Silsile toR gayaa vo

© Ahmad Faraz

silsile toR gayaa vo sabhii jaate jaate

varnaa itne to maraasim the ke aate jaate

Song for a German Air

© Louisa Stuart Costello

Fair stream of the mountain, brightly flowing

Between thy fresh margins, gay with flowers,

Sunset Wings

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

TO-NIGHT this sunset spreads two golden wings

Cleaving the western sky;

Sonnet XXXI (1592 version): Look, Delia, how we 'steem the

Spare Parts by Trish Dugger: American Life in Poetry #153 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

In this endearing short poem by Californian Trish Dugger, we can imagine âwhat if?â? What if we had been given âa baker's dozen of hearts?â? I imagine many more and various love poems would be written. Here Ms. Dugger, Poet Laureate of the City of Encinitas, makes fine use of the one patched but good heart she has. Spare Parts

We barge out of the womb
with two of them: eyes, ears,

Sister

© Gabriela Mistral

Today I saw a woman plowing a furrow. Her hips are
broad, like mine, for love, and she goes about her work
bent over the earth.

Songs Of Education: IV. Citizenship

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

How slowly learns the child at school
The names of all the nobs that rule
From Ponsonby to Pennant;
Ere his bewildered mind find rest,
Knowing his host can be a Guest,
His landlord is a Tennant.

Sheep

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

LIKE the slow thunder of long seas on the height
Where God has set no sea,
Voices of folded sheep in the quiet of night
Came on the wind to me.

Spain

© Katharine Lee Bates

Across New England snows

Flash visions from afar,

Seven Twilights

© Conrad Aiken

I

The ragged pilgrim, on the road to nowhere,

Sparrows Self-Domesticated In Trinity College, Cambridge

© William Cowper

None ever shared the social feast,

Or as an inmate or a guest,

Sylvesters Dying Bed

© Langston Hughes

I woke up this mornin
Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.

Sonnet XVIII: Since the First Look

© Samuel Daniel

Since the first look that led me to this error,

To this thought's-maze, to my confusion tending,

Streets

Above all else I loved her eyes,
More clear than stars of cloudless skies,
And arch and mischievous and wise.

Sonnets Of The Blood I

© Allen Tate

What is the flesh and blood compounded of

But a few moments in the life of time?

© John Keats

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span: