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New England Magazine

© Ellis Parker Butler

Upon Bottle Miche the autre day
While yet the nuit was early,
Je met a homme whose barbe was grey,
Whose cheveaux long and curly.

Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills

© Ellis Parker Butler

There was a man in New York City
(His name was George Adolphus Knight)
So soft of heart he wept with pity
To see our language and its plight.

Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II: On Malicious Cruelty To Harmless Creatures

© Ellis Parker Butler

The cruelty of P. L. Brown
(He had ten toes as good as mine)
Was known to every one in town,
And, if he never harmed a noun,
He loved to make verbs shriek and whine.

When The Dressmaker Comes

© Edgar Albert Guest

WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,

For they don't want me anywhere hanging about;

Who Is He?

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Who is he, dying so hard?

Hard is it to die

Snowy Mountains

© John Gould Fletcher

Higher and still more high,

Palaces made for cloud,

Ode To Bird Watching

© Pablo Neruda

Now
Let's look for birds!
The tall iron branches
in the forest,

To be a great musician you must be a man of moods,
You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes.
To execute pianos and to fiddle with success,
With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce;
It was so with Paganini, Remenzi and Cho-pang,
And so it was with Peterkin Von Gabriel OLang.

Democracy

© John Greenleaf Whittier

BEARER of Freedom's holy light,
Breaker of Slavery's chain and rod,
The foe of all which pains the sight,
Or wounds the generous ear of God!

A Minute

© Ellis Parker Butler

She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.

Courage

© Celia Thaxter

Because I hold it sinful to despond,
And will not let the bitterness of life
Blind me with burning tears, but look beyond
Its tumult and its strife;

You Will Hear Thunder

© Anna Akhmatova

You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

For Pei Ti

© Wang Wei

Weve not seen each other

for a long time now.

The Round Table or, King Arthur's Feast

His speech was cut short by a general dismay;
For William the Second had fainted away,
At the smell of some New Forest venison before him;
But a tweak on the nose, Arthur said, would restore him.

How can you bear to look at the Neva?

How can you bear to look at the Neva?
How can you bear to cross the bridges?.
Not in vain am I known as the grieving one
Since the time you appeared to me.

All The Time In The World

Lay down
Let's explore this tenderness between us
There ain't no one around at all to see us
And baby would you mind
If maybe you and I
Took a little time to find each other?

Thunder

There will be thunder then. Remember me.
Say She asked for storms. The entire
world will turn the colour of crimson stone,
and your heart, as then, will turn to fire.

Twenty-first. Night. Monday.
Silhouette of the capitol in darkness.
Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why --
made up the tale that love exists on earth.