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Your naturally beautiful reflection will gain entry into the clear waters of the
Gambhira River, as into a clear mind. Therefore it is not fitting that you, out
of obstinancy, should render futile her glances which are the darting leaps of
little fish, as white as night-lotus flowers.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

We came at last, alas! I see it yet,
With its open windows on the upper floor,
To a certain house still stirring, with lights set,
And just a chink left open of the door.

The Turn O The Days

© William Barnes

O the wings o' the rook wer a-glitterèn bright,

As he wheel'd on above, in the zun's evenèn light,

Marmion: Canto IV. - The Camp

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

Eustace, I said, did blithely mark

The Mountain Of The Lovers

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I.
LOVE scorns degrees! the low he lifteth high,
The high he draweth down to that fair plain
Whereon, in his divine equality,

Buckdancers Choice

© James Dickey

So I would hear out those lungs,
The air split into nine levels,
Some gift of tongues of the whistler

Orlando Furioso Canto 9

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

So far Orlando wends, he comes to where

The Wind begun to knead the Grass

© Emily Dickinson

The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low
He threw a Menace at the Earth
A Menace at the Sky.

Stings

© Sylvia Plath

Bare-handed, I hand the combs.
The man in white smiles, bare-handed,
Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet,
The throats of our wrists brave lilies.
He and I

The Wedding Dance In The Open Air

© William Carlos Williams

Disciplined by the artist
to go round
and round

Twenty-One Love Poems V

© Adrienne Rich

In The East

© Georg Trakl

Thorny wilderness surrounds the town.
From steps that bleeds the moon
Drives off dumbfounded women.
Wild wolves have burst through the gate.

Aphrodite Metropolis

© Kenneth Fearing

Harry loves Myrtle-He has strong arms, from the warehouse,

And on Sunday when they take the bus to emerald meadows he doesn't say:

The Stolen God--Lazarus To Dives

© Edith Nesbit

We do not clamour for vengeance,

We do not whine for fear;

Crosses And Troubles

Crosses and troubles a-many have proved me.

One or two women (God bless them) have loved me.

Aurora Leigh: Book Seventh

I broke on Marian there. "Yet she herself,
A wife, I think, had scandals of her own,-
A lover not her husband."

Tannhauser

© Emma Lazarus

Far into Wartburg, through all Italy,
In every town the Pope sent messengers,
Riding in furious haste; among them, one
Who bore a branch of dry wood burst in bloom;
The pastoral rod had borne green shoots of spring,
And leaf and blossom. God is merciful.