Time poems

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Young Afrikans

© Gwendolyn Brooks

Blacktime is time for chimeful
poemhood
but they decree a
jagged chiming now.

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Anticipated Stranger,

© John Ashbery

the bruise will stop by later.

For now, the pain pauses in its round,

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Song

© Edmund Waller

 Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
 That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
 How sweet and fair she seems to be.

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the weather is hot on the back of my watch

© Charles Bukowski

the weather is hot on the back of my watch

which is down at Finkelstein’s

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A Lyric of the Dawn

© Edwin Markham

Alone I list

 In the leafy tryst;

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Sharks' Teeth

© Kay Ryan

Everything contains some 

silence. Noise gets

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Elegies, Book One, 5

© Christopher Marlowe

after Ovid


In summer’s heat and mid-time of the day

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The Speed of Darkness

© Katha Pollitt

Whoever despises the clitoris despises the penis
Whoever despises the penis despises the cunt
Whoever despises the cunt despises the life of the child.

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Mirrors at 4 a.m.

© Charles Simic

You must come to them sideways

In rooms webbed in shadow,

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Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs)

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel

 Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;

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Eclogue the Second: HASSAN; or, the Camel-driver.

© William Taylor Collins

  Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind,
The thirst or pinching hunger that I find!
Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirst assuage,
When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage?
Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign;
Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine?

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Sounds of the Resurrected Dead Man’s Footsteps #17

© Marvin Bell

1. At the Walking Dunes, Eastern Long Island


That a bent piece of straw made a circle in the sand. 

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April Love?

© Carol Ann Duffy

We have walked in Love's land a little way,

We have learnt his lesson a little while,

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Northern Farmer: New Style

© Alfred Tennyson

 Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?
Proputty, proputty, proputty—that's what I 'ears 'em saäy.
Proputty, proputty, proputty—Sam, thou's an ass for thy paaïns:
Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs, nor in all thy braaïns.

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When She Wouldn’t

© Wesley McNair

When her recorded voice on the phone
said who she was again and again to the piles
of newspapers and magazines and the clothes

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The Stream's Secret

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

 What thing unto mine ear
 Wouldst thou convey,—what secret thing,
O wandering water ever whispering?
 Surely thy speech shall be of her.
Thou water, O thou whispering wanderer,
 What message dost thou bring?

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jesus knew

© Nick Flynn

unlike you and I jesus knew he’d die

some days a headache woke him it

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Poste Restante

© Ronald Stuart Thomas

I want you to know how it was,
whether the Cross grinds into dust
under men’s wheels or shines brightly
as a monument to a new era.

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Paradise Lost: Book X

© Patrick Kavanagh

So having said, he thus to Eve in few:
"Say, Woman, what is this which thou hast done?"
To whom sad Eve, with shame nigh overwhelm'd,
Confessing soon, yet not before her Judge
Bold or loquacious, thus abash'd replied,
"The Serpent me beguil'd, and I did eat."

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from Briggflatts

© Ted Hughes

I

Brag, sweet tenor bull,