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White Flock
© Anna Akhmatova
Copyright Anna Akhmatova
Copyright English translation by Ilya Shambat (ilya_shambat@yahoo.com)
Origin: http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/akhmatova.html
Wishes of an Elderly Man Wished at a Garden Party, June 1914
© Raleigh Walter Alexander
I wish I loved the Human Race;I wish I loved its silly face;I wish I liked the way it walks;I wish I liked the way it talks;And when I'm introduced to oneI wish I thought What Jolly Fun!
"We Women"
© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan
Heart-ache and heart-break .- always that or this: Sometimes it rains just when the sun should shine;Sometimes a glove or ribbon goes amiss; Sometimes, in youth, your lover should be mine.
What Indians?
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
The Truth Is: "No kidding?" "No." "Come on! That can't be true!" "No kidding."
Where the Brumbies Come to Water
© William Henry Ogilvie
There's a lonely grave half hidden where the blue-grass droops above,And the slab is rough that marks it, but we planted it for love;There's a well-worn saddle hanging in the harness-room at homeAnd a good old stock-horse waiting for the steps that never come;There's a mourning rank of riders closing in on either handO'er the vacant place he left us -- he, the best of all the band,Who is lying cold and silent with his hoarded hopes unwonWhere the brumbies come to water at the setting of the sun
Woodman, Spare that Tree!
© Morris George Pope
Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough!In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now
We Were Boys Together
© Morris George Pope
We were boys together, And never can forgetThe school-house on the heather, In childhood where we met --The humble home, to memory dear; Its sorrows and its joys
What Is Impossible
© Moritz Albert Frank
About the age of twenty, when the first hairfallsignals that nature is finished with the organismand we just begin to conceive the use of women(having been all this timemore enamored of the fountain than the cistern),we retire to nursing homes,whether they be kaleidoscopic gardensaimed like a blunderbuss of hermeticism at our neighbors,or a desperate dream safari through old Zambesi,where the suicidal waves of angry nativesgive the illusion that we are advancing rapidly,or the crow's-nest of this windless office blockwhere the cook is already boiling the last sail
Willie Winkie
© Miller William
WEE WILLIE WINKIE rins through the toon,Up stairs an doon stairs in his nicht-gown,Tirlin' at the window, crying at the lock,"Are the weans in their bed, for it's now ten o'clock?"
Why the Dog Wags its Tail
© Meyer Bruce
The simple answer is economy. Whenever a moment requires yes, whenever sunlight fills a bouncing ball
Woman
© McLachlan Alexander
When my gloomy hour comes on me, And I shun the face of man,Finding bitterness in all things, As vex'd spirits only can:
We Live in a Rickety House
© McLachlan Alexander
We live in a rickety house, In a dirty dismal street,Where the naked hide from day, And thieves and drunkards meet.
We Lean on One Another
© McLachlan Alexander
Oh, come and listen while I sing A song of human nature;For, high or low, we're all akin To ev'ry human creature:We're all the children of the same, The great, the "mighty mother,"And from the cradle to the grave We lean on one another
Waste
© John Masefield
No rose but fades: no glory but must pass:No hue but dims: no precious silk but frets.Her beauty must go underneath the grass,Under the long roots of the violets.
When I Read Shakespeare --
© David Herbert Lawrence
When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonderthat such trivial people should muse and thunderin such lovely language.
Wages
© David Herbert Lawrence
The wages of work is cash.The wages of cash is want more cash.The wages of want more cash is vicious competition.The wages of vicious competition is -- the world we live in.
