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Lament

© Thom Gunn

Your dying was a difficult enterprise.

First, petty things took up your energies,

Last Wish

© Théophile Gautier

A long time have I known you... Why,

Full eighteen years, I must confess!

Elegiac Stanzas In Memory Of My Brother, John Commander Of The E. I. Companys Ship The Earl Of Aber

© William Wordsworth

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THE Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo!
That instant, startled by the shock,
The Buzzard mounted from the rock

Yours was an empty upland solitude
Bleached to the powder of a dying name;
The mind, lost in a word’s lost certitude
That faded as the fading footsteps came
To trace an epilogue to words grown odd
In that hard argument which led to God.

How oft in schoolboy-days, from the schools sway

© James Fenton

from Sonnets, Second Series

XXIX

There was a Boy

© André Breton

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs

And islands of Winander! many a time,

I Will Not Save the World

© Jerome Rothenberg

I like to cross

these borders. They take place

Canto IV

© Ezra Pound

Palace in smoky light,

Troy but a heap of smouldering boundary stones,

The Parade

© Billy Collins

How exhilarating it was to march
along the great boulevards
in the sunflash of trumpets
and under all the waving flags
the flag of ambition, the flag of love.

April Love

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?

Howl

© Allen Ginsberg

For Carl Solomon

I

Caelica 29: [The nurse-life wheat within his green husk growing]

© Fulke Greville

The nurse-life wheat within his green husk growing,
Flatters our hope, and tickles our desire,
Nature’s true riches in sweet beauties showing,
Which sets all hearts, with labor’s love, on fire.

Art And Love

© James Whitcomb Riley

He faced his canvas (as a seer whose ken

Pierces the crust of this existence through)

Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle

© William Wordsworth

Ah! then , if mine had been the Painter's hand,
To express what then I saw; and add the gleam,
The light that never was, on sea or land,
The consecration, and the Poet's dream;

Between Two Loves

I GOTTA lov' for Angela,

I lov' Carlotta, too.

Discontinuous Poems

The frightful reality of things
Is my everyday discovery.
Each thing is what it is.
How can I explain to anyone how much
I rejoice over this, and find it enough?

The Ghost of Heaven

Sleep to sleep through thirty years of night,
a child herself with child,
for whom we searched

Voyages

© Hart Crane

Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks,
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed
Gaily digging and scattering.