Work poems

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Nano-Knowledge

© Heather McHugh

What gives? What looks
a stripe a hundred million
miles away from here

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Ghoti

© Heather McHugh

The gh comes from rough, the o from women's,
and the ti from unmentionables--presto:
there's the perfect English instance of
unlovablility--complete

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The Chronicle Of The Drum

© William Makepeace Thackeray

"'Though Europe against me was arm'd,
 Your chiefs and my people are true;
I still might have struggled with fortune,
 And baffled all Europe with you.

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The Grasshopper

© Richard Lovelace

O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear
Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious tear
Dropped thee from heav'n, where now th' art reared,

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Green Fields

© William Stanley Merwin

By this part of the century few are left who believe
in the animals for they are not there in the carved parts
of them served on plates and the pleas from the slatted trucks
are sounds of shadows that possess no future

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For A Coming Extinction

© William Stanley Merwin

Gray whale
Now that we are sinding you to The End
That great god
Tell him
That we who follow you invented forgiveness
And forgive nothing

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When You Go Away

© William Stanley Merwin

When you go away the wind clicks around to the north
The painters work all day but at sundown the paint falls
Showing the black walls
The clock goes back to striking the same hour
That has no place in the years

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Yesterday

© William Stanley Merwin

My friend says I was not a good son
you understand
I say yes I understand

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Phoebus with Admetus

© George Meredith

NOW the North wind ceases,
The warm South-west awakes;
Swift fly the fleeces,
Thick the blossom-flakes.

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A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa

© Richard Crashaw

Farewell then, all the world, adieu!
Teresa is no more for you.
Farewell all pleasures, sports, and joys,
Never till now esteemed toys!

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On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled the Temple of Sacred Poe

© Richard Crashaw

Know you fair, on what you look;
Divinest love lies in this book,
Expecting fire from your eyes,
To kindle this his sacrifice.

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Divine Epigrams: On the Baptized Ethiopian

© Richard Crashaw

To wash an Ethiope;
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade,
For his white soul is made;
And now, I doubt not, the Eternal Dove
A black-fac'd house will love.Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)

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To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus

© Richard Crashaw

I sing the Name which None can say
But touch’t with An interiour Ray:
The Name of our New Peace; our Good:
Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood:

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Mater Triumphalis

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Mother of man's time-travelling generations,
Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,
God above all Gods worshipped of all nations,
Light above light, law beyond law, thou art.

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Prelude

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Between the green bud and the red
Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed
From eyes and tresses flowers and tears,
From heart and spirit hopes and fears,

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A Dialog

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:
Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,
One shelter where our spirits fain would be,
Death, if thou wilt?

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The Last Oracle

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula.
ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen,
ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai lalon udor.

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The Eve Of Revolution

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

The trumpets of the four winds of the world
From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves,
With breasts palpitating and wings refurled,
With passion of couched limbs, as one who grieves

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A Dialogue

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

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DEATH, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:
Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,
One shelter where our spirits fain would be,
Death, if thou wit?

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Christmas Antiphones

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Thou whose birth on earth
Angels sang to men,
While thy stars made mirth,
Saviour, at thy birth,
This day born again;