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Talking To The Moon
© William Matthews
But some people hoard words.
"The year the lake froze all the way
across . . . ," a sentence might begin
and then nod, sleepy in a hot kitchen.
The words are a spell to make the lake
freeze again. The sentence never ends.
The Robe
© Jones Very
Each naked branch, the yellow leaf or brown,
The rugged rock, and death-deformed plain
"Thus Saith The Lord, I Offer Thee Three Kings."
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IN poisonous dens, where traitors hide
Like bats that fear the day,
While all the land our charters claim
Is sweating blood and breathing flame,
Dead to their country's woe and shame,
The recreants whisper STAY!
Talk in the Mountains
© Li Po
You ask me, `Why dwell among green mountains?'
I laugh in silence; my soul is quiet.
Peach blossom follows the moving water;
Here is a heaven and earth, beyond the world of men.
The Great Sorrow
© Katharine Tynan
Voice of a great wind, of wild ocean surges,
Storming the gates of Heaven,
The people of God singing under the scourges
Wherewith they are healed and shriven.
To Fancy
© Thomas Hood
Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing,
Won by the mind's high magic to its hest
Invisible embassy, or secret guest,
Weighing the light air on a lighter wing;
The Conscientious Objector
© Karl Shapiro
The gates clanged and they walked you into jail
More tense than felons but relieved to find
The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magicians Rod
© Jonathan Swift
The rod was but a harmless wand,
While Moses held it in his hand;
But, soon as e'er he laid it down,
Twas a devouring serpent grown.
Twilight
© John Masefield
Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks
cry and call.
Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star over all,
There by the rick, where they thresh, is the drone at an end,
Twilight it is, and I travel the road with my friend.
Tinkerin' At Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
Some folks there be who seem to need excitement fast and furious,
An' reckon all the joys that have no thrill in 'em are spurious.
Some think that pleasure's only found down where the lights are shining,
An' where an orchestra's at work the while the folks are dining.
Still others seek it at their play, while some there are who roam,
But I am happiest when I am tinkerin' 'round the home.
The Cyclone
© James Whitcomb Riley
So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn
In conference with themselves.--Intense--intense
Seemed everything;--the summer splendor on
The sight,--magnificence!
The Sun kept stoopingstooping
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun kept stoopingstoopinglow!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!
The Death Of Shelley
© Charles Harpur
Fit winding-sheet for thee
Was the upheaving eternal sea,
Fit dirge the tempests slave-alarming roll
For yokeless as the waves alway
To Duty
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
LIGHT of dim mornings; shield from heat and cold;
Balm for all ailments; substitute for praise;
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Give me thy kiss, Juliet, give me thy kiss!
I with my body worship thee and vow
Such service to thy needs as man can do.
Time Universality Of Grief
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I GRANT you that our fate is terrible,
Bitter as gall. What then? Will lamentation,
Childish complaint, everlasting wailings,
Grief, groans, despair, help to amend our doom?
The Duellist - Book II
© Charles Churchill
Deep in the bosom of a wood,
Out of the road, a Temple stood:
To the People Of the Future
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
This single link was else respected
By people of the days that gone
