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Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.

Interior Portrait

© Rainer Maria Rilke

You don't survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing's strength.

M'Fingal - Canto IV

© John Trumbull

"For me, before that fatal time,
I mean to fly th' accursed clime,
And follow omens, which of late
Have warn'd me of impending fate.

M'Fingal - Canto III

© John Trumbull

By this, M'Fingal with his train
Advanced upon th' adjacent plain,
And full with loyalty possest,
Pour'd forth the zeal, that fired his breast.

M'Fingal - Canto II

© John Trumbull

"T' evade these crimes of blackest grain
You prate of liberty in vain,
And strive to hide your vile designs
In terms abstruse, like school-divines.

The Pact

© Sharon Olds

We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the
Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her one ounce of
cottage cheese, praying for the strength not to
kill herself. We kneeled over the

Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude

© Thomas Gray

Now the golden Morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
She wooes the tardy Spring:

Troilus And Criseyde: Book 05

© Geoffrey Chaucer

'As wel thou mightest lyen on Alceste,
That was of creatures, but men lye,
That ever weren, kindest and the beste.
For whanne hir housbonde was in Iupartye
To dye him-self, but-if she wolde dye,
She che

The Man of Law's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

1. Plight: pulled; the word is an obsolete past tense from
"pluck."

The General Prologue

© Geoffrey Chaucer

There was also a Reeve, and a Millere,
A Sompnour, and a Pardoner also,
A Manciple, and myself, there were no mo'.

The Knight's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Upon that other side, Palamon,
When that he wist Arcita was agone,
Much sorrow maketh, that the greate tower
Resounded of his yelling and clamour
The pure* fetters on his shinnes great *very
Were of his bitter salte teares wet.

I See A Woman Making Up

© Luis Benitez

I see a woman any woman making up and change
first she is thinking of something else (because when
a woman
begins to make up she hasn't yet separated this act

Hornworm: Autumn Lamentation

© Stanley Kunitz

Since that first morning when I crawled
into the world, a naked grubby thing,
and found the world unkind,
my dearest faith has been that this

Crow's Fall

© Ted Hughes

When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white.
He decided it glared much too whitely.
He decided to attack it and defeat it.

Confirmation

He was a poet who wrote clever verses,
And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;
But his father, a practical farmer, accused him
Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste.

Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling.

© Walt Whitman

THOU orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon!
Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand,
The sibilant near sea with vistas far and foam,
And tawny streaks and shades and spreading blue;

One Sweeps By.

© Walt Whitman

ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train,
All emblematic of peacenot a soldier or menial among them.

One sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair,

Eidólons.

© Walt Whitman

I MET a Seer,
Passing the hues and objects of the world,
The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, To glean Eidólons.
Put in thy chants, said he,