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The Threshold Stone

© Roderic Quinn

WHEN I went to live in the little house,
That stands on the hilltop alone,
What touched me most of all
Was neither roof nor wall,

True Philosophy

© Edgar Albert Guest

I wouldn't count it worth my while
To sing about a rich man's smile,
Or quote a fellow, trouble free,
An' label that philosophy.

How Rumplestilz Held Out In Vain For A Bonus

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

The Moral is: All said and done,
There's nothing new beneath the sun,
And many times before, a title
Was incapacity's requital!

To A New-Born Baby Girl

© Grace Hazard Conkling

And did thy sapphire shallop slip

Its moorings suddenly, to dip

Resolution And Independence

© William Wordsworth

I There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;

Pleasant Thought For The Morning

© Arthur Rimbaud

At four o'clock on a summer morning,
The Sleep of love still lasts.
Under the spinneys the dawn disperses scents
Of the festive night.

Paradise Lost : Book V.

© John Milton

Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime

Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,

The Two Peacocks of Bedfont

© Thomas Hood

I
Alas! That breathing Vanity should go
Where Pride is buried,like its very ghost,
Uprisen from the naked bones below,

Dream Song 96: Under the table, no. That last was stunning

Under the table, no. That last was stunning,
that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed.
Why drink so, two days running?
two months, O seasons, years, two decades running?
I answer (smiles) my question on the cuff:
Man, I been thirsty.

Sotto Voce

© Walter de la Mare

At foot a few sparse harebells: blue
And still as were the friend's dark eyes
That dwelt on mine, transfixèd through
With sudden ecstatic surmise.

Dream Song 97: Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig

© John Berryman

Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig,
bred when he was brittle, bred when big,
how he's sweating to support them.
Which birthday of the brighter darker man,
the Goya of the Globe & Blackfriars, whomâ
our full earth smiled on him

Dream Song 116: Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way

© John Berryman

Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way,
No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiled
on his swift passage.
But there were those ahead when at midday
they met in a clearing and lookt at each other awhile.
To kill was not the message.

Life

© William Schwenck Gilbert

First you're born - and I'll be bound you

Find a dozen strangers round you.

Dream Song 58: Industrious, affable, having brain on fire

Industrious, affable, having brain on fire,
Henry perplexed himself; others gave up;
good girls gave in;
geography was hard on friendship, Sire;
marriages lashed & languished, anguished; dearth of group
and what else had been;

On A Recently Finished Statue

Said Sculptor to immaculate marble-'Show

Thine essence; into necessary space

To William Wordsworth. Composed On The Night After His Recitation Of A Poem On The Growth Of An Indi

Friend of the Wise! and Teacher of the Good!
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)

Somnium Mystici

A Microcosm In Terza Rima

Dream Song 19: Here, whence

Here, whence
all have departed orwill do, here airless, where
that witchy ball
wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a green living
drops limply into one's hands
without pleasure or interest

There,
Strength comes already with the utterance!
I will remember once more for his sake
The sorrow: for he lives and is belied.
Could he be here, how he would speak for me!