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The Fight

© Russell Edson

A man is fighting with a cup of coffee. The rules: he must not
break the cup nor spill its coffee; nor must the cup break the
man's bones or spill his blood.

From that mark'd stage of man we now behold,
More rapid strides his coming paths unfold;
His continents are traced, his islands found,
His well-taught sails on all his billows bound,
His varying wants their new discoveries ply,
And seek in earth's whole range their sure supply.

The Gentlemen In The Meadow

© Russell Edson

Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over
the yellow grass. They seem to hover by those wonderful blue
little flowers that grow there by those rocks. Perhaps they have floated up from that nearby
graveyard? They drift a little when the wind blows. Butterflies flutter through them . . .

The Fall

© Russell Edson

There was a man who found two leaves and came
indoors holding them out saying to his parents
that he was a tree.

The Family Monkey

© Russell Edson

We bought an electric monkey, experimenting rather
recklessly with funds carefully gathered since
grandfather's time for the purchase of a steam monkey.

Train

© Bernadette Geyer

Train. Distant Train. Praise the glorious distance of Train.

Ten Fingered Mice

© Edgar Albert Guest

When a cake is nicely frosted and it's put away for tea,

And it looks as trim and proper as a chocolate cake should be,

The Ruins Of Time

© Robert Lowell

(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and
Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!)II saw the musty shingles of my house,
raw wood and fixed once, now a wash of moss
eroded by the ruin of age

The Drunken Fisherman

© Robert Lowell

Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye
(Truly Jehovah's bow suspends
No pots of gold to weight its ends);

The Shadow

© Arthur Symons

When I am walking sadly or triumphantly.

With eyes that brood upon the smouldering thought of you,

"To Speak of Woe That Is in Marriage"

© Robert Lowell

"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of
these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ours."
--Schopenhauer

The Withdrawal

© Robert Lowell

This week the house went on the market
suddenly I woke up among strangers;
when I go into a room, it moves
with embarrassment, and joins another room.

The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket

© Robert Lowell

(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea)
Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and
the fowls of the air and the beasts and the whole earth,
and every creeping creature that moveth upon the earth.

The Winter Harvest

© Lloyd Roberts

Between the blackened curbs lie stacked the harvest of the skies,
Long lines of frozen, grimy cocks befouled by city feet;
On either side the racing throngs, the crowding cliffs, the cries,
And ceaseless winds that eddy down to whip the iron street.

Telling You All

Telling you all would take too long.
Besides, we read in the Bible
how the good is harmful
and how misfortune is good.

The Rain

This is the rhyme of the rain on the roof,

Tears, all tears, slow falling tears

The Leader and the Bad Girl

© Henry Lawson

BECAUSE HE had sinned and suffered, because he loved the land,
And because of his wonderful sympathy, he held mens hearts in his hand.
Born and bred of the people, he knew their every whim,
And because he had struggled through poverty he could draw the poor to him:
Speaker and leader and poet, tall and handsome and strong,
With the eyes of a dog for faith and truth that blazed at the thought of a wrong.