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There Is No Flower in Darfur

© Sharon Esther Lampert

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The Ram

© Franz Werfel

You've inherited the great ram's features,
The black-wooled one that bred with Jacob's herds.
You found yourself enough in the desert,
On the thistleweed that bent in the wind.

The Forefather

© Richard Francis Burton

HERE at the country inn,

I lie in my quiet bed,

The Tint I cannot takeis best

© Emily Dickinson

The Tint I cannot takeis best
The Color too remote
That I could show it in Bazaar
A Guinea at a sight

To A Sleeping Maid

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Oh! do not rudely wake her, nor reproach

Those pulsing limbs for this hostility

Twenty-Fourth Sunday After Trinity

© John Keble

Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,
Nor e'en the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh?

The Door of Hope

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

The president has thus disclosed
In words his noblest plan:
"The door of hope shall not be closed
Upon the Negro man.

The Strangest Creature On Earth

© Nazim Hikmet

You're like a scorpion, my brother,
you live in cowardly darkness
like a scorpion.
You're like a sparrow, my brother,

And lo, three factory hands begrimed with soot,
Aflame with the red splendour, marvelling stand,
And gaze with lifted faces awed and mute.
Starved of earth's beauty by Man's grudging hand,
O toilers, robbed of labour's golden fruit,
Ye, too, may feast in Nature's fairyland.

Things I Didn't Know I Loved

© Nazim Hikmet

I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love

The Spirit Of Wine

© William Ernest Henley

The Spirit of Wine
Sang in my glass, and I listened
With love to his odorous music,
His flushed and magnificent song.

The Kalevala - Rune XLIV

© Elias Lönnrot

BIRTH OF THE SECOND HARP.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Poet's Tale; Lady Wentworth

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Such was the mansion where the great man dwelt.
A widower and childless; and he felt
The loneliness, the uncongenial gloom,
That like a presence haunted every room;
For though not given to weakness, he could feel
The pain of wounds, that ache because they heal.

The Moment I Knew My Life Had Changed

It was not until later
that I knew, recognized the moment
for what it was, my life before it,
a gray landscape, shapeless and misty;

The First Flight

While there 's one on his feet with a tale to repeat

And another is sampling a drink,

The Visitor

it came today to visit
and moved into the house
it was smaller than an elephant
but larger than a mouse

The Two Armies

Once over the ocean in distant lands,
In an age long past, were two hostile bands-
Two armies of men, both brave, both strong,
And their hearts beat high as they marched along
To fight the battle of right and wrong.