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The Thread
© Denise Levertov
Something is very gently,
invisibly, silently,
pulling at me-a thread
or net of threads
The Borough. Letter XVIII: The Poor And Their
© George Crabbe
applause:
To her own house is borne the week's supply;
There she in credit lives, there hopes in peace to
To the Snake
© Denise Levertov
Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck
and stroked your cold, pulsing throat
as you hissed to me, glinting
arrowy gold scales, and I felt
"Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed"
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed
Long curved sail needles of the green pitch pine,
The Mutes
© Denise Levertov
Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway
To Gordon Leaving Khartoum
© George MacDonald
The silence of traitorous feet!
The silence of close-pent rage!
The roar, and the sudden heart-beat!
And the shot through the true heart going,
The truest heart of the age!
And the Nile serenely flowing!
The Bastille: A Vision
© Helen Maria Williams
"Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,
Unvisited by light,
Chill silence dwells with night,
Save where the clanging fetter sounds!
Talking to Grief
© Denise Levertov
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.
The Shepherd's Week : Monday; or the Squabble
© John Gay
Lobbin Clout.
Ah Blouzelind! I love thee more by half,
Than does their fawns, or cows the new-fallen calf;
Wo worth the tongue! may blisters sore it gall,
That names Buxoma, Blouzelind withal.
The Smiths
© Edwin Greenslade Murphy
There were Smiths from every region where the Smiths are known to grow,
There were cornstalk Smiths, Victorian Smiths, and Smiths who eat the crow;
There were Maori Smiths, Tasmanian Smiths, and parched-up Smiths from Cairns;
Bachelor Smiths and widower Smiths and Smiths with wives and bairns.
The Spirit Of Great Joan
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Back of each soldier who fights for France,
Aye, back of each woman and man
The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster
© Richard Brautigan
When you take your pill
its like a mine disaster.
I think of all the people
lost inside of you.
The Ache Of Marriage
© Denise Levertov
thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth
Twilight at the Hights
© Joaquin Miller
Twilight At The Hights
The brave young city by the Balboa seas
Time of Roses
© Thomas Hood
It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses
We pluck'd them as we pass'd!
The Expert
© Rudyard Kipling
Youth that trafficked long with Death,
And to second life returns,
Squanders little time or breath
On his fellow-man's concerns.
Earned peace is all he asks
To fulfill his broken tasks.
Tim Turpin
© Thomas Hood
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind,
And ne'er had seen the skies :
For Nature, when his head was made,
Forgot to dot his eyes.
The World is with Me
© Thomas Hood
The world is with me, and its many cares,
Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears
That wait on all terrestrial affairs--
The shades of former and of future years--
