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The French Revolution as it appeared to Enthusiasts

© William Wordsworth

.   Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!

 For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood

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“Teach Us to Number Our Days”

© Rita Dove

In the old neighborhood, each funeral parlor 
is more elaborate than the last.
The alleys smell of cops, pistols bumping their thighs, 
each chamber steeled with a slim blue bullet.

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The Alpaca

© Jim Carroll

 She is harnessed for a long journey; on her back she carries an entire store of wool.
 She walks without rest, and sees with eyes full of strangeness. The wool merchant has forgotten to come to get her, and she is ready.
 In this world, nothing comes better equipped than the alpaca; ones is more burdened with rags than the next. Her sky-high softness is such that if a newborn is placed on her back, he will not feel a bone of the animal.
 The weather is very hot. Today, large scissors that will cut and cut represent mercy for the alpaca.

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The Splendour Falls

© Alfred Tennyson

The splendour falls on castle walls
  And snowy summits old in story:
  The long light shakes across the lakes
  And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes dying, dying, dying.

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The Minister of Culture Gets His Wish

© Mark Strand

The Minister of Culture goes home after a grueling day at the office

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Thro’ Grief And Thro’ Danger

© Thomas Moore

THRO’ grief and thro’ danger thy smile hath cheer’d my way, 

Till hope seem’d to bud from each thorn that round me lay; 

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The Look

© Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
 Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
 And never kissed at all.

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They are hostile nations

© Margaret Atwood

In view of the fading animals
the proliferation of sewers and fears 
the sea clogging, the air
nearing extinction

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The Butterfly

© Augusta Davies Webster

VIATOR loquitur

"Royal in purple and gold and red,

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The Philosophic Pill

© William Schwenck Gilbert

I've wisdom from the East and from the West,

That's subject to no academic rule;

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Two Robbers

© Francis William Bourdillon

When Death from some fair face
Is stealing life away,
All weep, save she, the grace
That earth shall lose today.

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The Bounty

© Derek Walcott

Between the vision of the Tourist Board and the true 
Paradise lies the desert where Isaiah’s elations 
force a rose from the sand. The thirty-third canto

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The Jester

© Margaret Widdemer

I dance where in the screaming market-place 
The dusty world that watches buys and sells, 
With painted merriment upon my face, 
Whirling my bells, 
Thrusting my sad soul to its mockery.

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The Girl

© Boris Pasternak

From the swing, from the garden, helter-skelter,
A twig runs up to the glass.
Enormous, close, with a drop of emerald
At the tip of the cluster cast.

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The Song of the Birds

© Pierre Reverdy

At the sight of
the great light dawning 
in that glad night,
small birds come singing
to celebrate him
with their sweet voices.

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The Vacuum

© Howard Nemerov

The house is so quiet now
The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet, 
Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth 
Grinning into the floor, maybe at my
Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth.

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To The Lady Dursley

© Matthew Prior

Here reading how fond Adam was betray'd,
And how by sin Eve's blasted charms decay'd,
Our common loss unjustly you complain,
So small that part of it which you sustain.

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The Elements of San Joaquin

© Gary Soto

The wind sprays pale dirt into my mouth
The small, almost invisible scars
On my hands.

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The Death of Allegory

© Billy Collins

I am wondering what became of all those tall abstractions
that used to pose, robed and statuesque, in paintings
and parade about on the pages of the Renaissance
displaying their capital letters like license plates.

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To Marguerite: Continued

© Matthew Arnold

Yes! in the sea of life enisled,
With echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
The islands feel the enclasping flow,
And then their endless bounds they know.