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Written at Stonehenge

© Thomas Warton

Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle!

Whether by Merlin's aid, from Scythia's shore,

Written near a Port on a Dark Evening

All is black shadow but the lucid line
Marked by the light surf on the level sand,
Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine
Like wandering fairy fires, that oft on land
Misled the pilgrim--such the dubious ray
That wavering reason lends in life's long darkling way.

When All My Five And Country Senses See

© Dylan Thomas

My one and noble heart has witnesses
In all love's countries, that will grope awake;
And when blind sleep drops on the spying senses,
The heart is sensual, though five eyes break.

Words

© Ruth Stone

Wallace Stevens says,
"A poet looks at the world
as a man looks at a woman."

Weirdos

© Sasha Skenderija

Deep and unreachable in their darknesses,
capriciously childish and tender
when we write to each other,
while we talk about one of us
who is not around.

Written among the Euganean Hills North Italy

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

MANY a green isle needs must be

In the deep wide sea of Misery,

When Ure Hero Falls

© Tupac Shakur

when your hero falls from grace

all fairy tales r uncovered

What the Sexton Said

© Vachel Lindsay

Your dust will be upon the wind
Within some certain years,
Though you be sealed in lead to-day
Amid the country's tears.

Why

© Amir Khosrow

Why was the king thirsty?

Why was the donkey sad?

Was lovable when little

© Amir Khosrow

Was lovable when little (or lit),
but was worthless when grown up (or extinguished)
Khusro has told you his name,
solve this riddle or get out of town.

What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have

© Robert Herrick

Be the mistress of my choice,

Clean in manners, clear in voice;

Who Runs America?

© Allen Ginsberg

Oil brown smog over Denver
Oil red dung colored smoke
level to level across the horizon

Weep no more

© John Gould Fletcher

WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan,

Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:

With Life's Tomorrow Time You Grasp

© Mihai Eminescu

With life's tomorrow time you grasp,
Its yesterdays you fling away,
And still, in spite of all remains
Its long eternity, today.

What Is Love..

What is love ? A lifetime spent
Of days that pain does fill,
That thousand tears can't content,
But asks for tears still.

With Whom is no Variableness, Neither Shadow of Turning

It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.