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The Plain

I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon.

The plain was flawlessly paved.
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Jean Arp
Let's Meet Then...

Hatching marvels, thee talking instrument of maximal gravity
A bit known stranger on it, defines, “Who am I”...
Trimming me ruthlessly,
Alligating me of dire consequences,
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Aabby

Aabby
You Girl

You pretty soul in the back seat
Your diamond voice is super neat
It wows me like a magical trick
It does make me want to flirt
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Cabdi Muqtaar

Cabdi Muqtaar
The World

The world is cruel,
but for some people it's cool.
People are dying
because of lying.
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Duwayne Frieslaar

Duwayne Frieslaar
Do I Love You?

I do not love you

So don't even try to think for a single moment that

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Anchal Ashi Baniparsadh

Anchal Ashi Baniparsadh
Nectar Of Love

My Beloved!
Give me to drink the nectar of love
My soul is blazing in flameless and smokeless fire
I am eager to see your billowing flames
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
"mike Teavee..."

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
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Roald Dahl
The End Of Beauty

There are always fields, filled
with flowers, or something sweeping, like wind
tickling the hairs of your arm, that sinking feeling

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Elizabeth H. Nearing
Television

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
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Roald Dahl
Chain Of Pearls

Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.

The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
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Rabindranath Tagore
The Pubescents

When you ask them,
"What are you doing"?
They say,
"Nothing".
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Rose Marie Juan Austin
The Odyssey: Book 08

Now when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared,
Alcinous and Ulysses both rose, and Alcinous led the way to the
Phaecian place of assembly, which was near the ships. When they got
there they sat down side by side on a seat of polished stone, while
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Homer
The Last Cock-pheasant

Splendour, whom lately on your glowing flight
Athwart the chill and cheerless winter-skies
I marked and welcomed with a futile right,
And then a futile left, and strained my eyes
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R. C. Lehmann

R. C. Lehmann
Sense Of Something Coming

I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live
it through.
while the things of the world still do not move:
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Rainer Maria Rilke
The Hoary Precedent

Mr. Pericles, M.P.,
In four-sixty-nine B.C.,
Outed Cimon at a general election;
Premier Cimon, thuswise ex-ed,
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Foma Bobrov And His Spouse

GRANNY Bobrov (Playing patience) Now that's the card. Oh, it's all coming out topsy-turvy! A king. And where am I supposed to put that? Just when you want one, there's never a five around. Oh, I could do with a five! Now it'll be the five. Oh, sod it, another king!

She flings the cards on to the table with such force that a porcelain vase falls off the table and smashes.

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Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
Castile

Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins

I met my love under an orange tree
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Louise Gluck

Louise Gluck
This

self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness

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Charles Bukowski
Our Eyes

Our eyes
are limpid
drops of water.
In each drop exists
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Nazim Hikmet
Marginalia

Sometimes the notes are ferocious,
skirmishes against the author
raging along the borders of every page
in tiny black script.
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Billy Collins
Little Red Riding Hood And The Wolf

As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
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Roald Dahl
Madmen

They say you can jinx a poem
if you talk about it before it is done.
If you let it out too early, they warn,
your poem will fly away,
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Billy Collins
Eureka - A Prose Poem (an Essay On The Material And Spiritual Universe)

It is with humility really unassumed, it is with a sentiment even of awe, that I pen the opening sentence of this work: for of all conceivable subjects I approach the reader with the most solemn, the most comprehensive, the most difficult, the most august.

What terms shall I find sufficiently simple in their sublimity -- sufficiently sublime in their simplicity, for the mere enunciation of my theme?

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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
At The Fishhouses

Although it is a cold evening,
down by one of the fishhouses
an old man sits netting,
his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
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Elizabeth Bishop
Absolutely Clear

Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.

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Shams Al-din Hafiz Shirazi
Poems - The New Edition - Preface

In two small volumes of Poems, published anonymously, one in 1849, the other in 1852, many of the Poems which compose the present volume have already appeared. The rest are now published for the first time.

I have, in the present collection, omitted the Poem from which the volume published in 1852 took its title. I have done so, not because the subject of it was a Sicilian Greek born between two and three thousand years ago, although many persons would think this a sufficient reason. Neither have I done so because I had, in my own opinion, failed in the delineation which I intended to effect. I intended to delineate the feelings of one of the last of the Greek religious philosophers, one of the family of Orpheus and Musaeus, having survived his fellows, living on into a time when the habits of Greek thought and feeling had begun fast to change, character to dwindle, the influence of the Sophists to prevail. Into the feelings of a man so situated there entered much that we are accustomed to consider as exclusively modern; how much, the fragments of Empedocles himself which remain to us are sufficient at least to indicate. What those who are familiar only with the great monuments of early Greek genius suppose to be its exclusive characteristics, have disappeared; the calm, the cheerfulness, the disinterested objectivity have disappeared: the dialogue of the mind with itself has commenced; modern problems have presented themselves; we hear already the doubts, we witness the discouragement, of Hamlet and of Faust.

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Matthew Arnold

Matthew Arnold
Statio Secunda

Just listen to the blackbird, what a note
The creature has! God bless his happy throat!
He is so absolutely glad
I fear he will go mad.
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Thomas Edward Brown
Sursum Corda

Seek not the Spirit, if it hide,
Inexorable to thy zeal:
Baby, do not whine and chide;
Art thou not also real?
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson
Equal Troth

Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;
For how should I be loved as I love thee?-
I, graceless, joyless, lacking absolutely
All gifts that with thy queenship best behove;-
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion

I will bring fire to thee.

Euripides.-'Androm'.

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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
The Power Of Words

‘Oinos.'

Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with
immortality!
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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
The Diary Of An Old Soul: 03 ' March.

1.

The song birds that come to me night and morn,
Fly oft away and vanish if I sleep,
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
Canine Conversation

If dogs could speak, O Mademoiselle,
What funny stories they could tell!
For instance, take your little “peke,”
How awkward if the dear could speak!
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Robert Service

Robert Service
My Bores

I take their hands with placid smile
And words which social rules enforce,
Though sadly conscious all the while
Of something very like remorse,
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John L. Stoddard

John L. Stoddard
The Diary Of An Old Soul: 10 ' October.

1.

Remember, Lord, thou hast not made me good.
Or if thou didst, it was so long ago
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
The Diary Of An Old Soul: 12 ' December.

1.

I am a little weary of my life-
Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
I Had Not Tried The Wine That Ancients Made

I had not tried the wine that ancients made,
And had not heard of Ossianâ??s old tune;
So why, on earth, I seem to see the glade,
And, in the skies -- the bloody Scottish moon?
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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Sonnet Xxxii: Equal Troth

Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;
For how should I be loved as I love thee?â??
I, graceless, joyless, lacking absolutely
All gifts that with thy queenship best behove;â??
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse
Bonjour Tristesse
Farewell Sadness
Hello Sadness
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Paul Eluard
An Account Of The Poem Games

In the summer of 1916 in the parlor of Mrs. William Vaughn Moody;
and in the following winter in the Chicago Little Theatre,
under the auspices of Poetry, A Magazine of Verse; and in Mandel Hall,
the University of Chicago, under the auspices of the Senior Class,-
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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay
Sonnet Xlvi: Plain-path'd Experience

Plain-path'd Experience, th'unlearned's guide,
Her simple followers evidently shows
Sometimes what Schoolmen scarcely can decide,
Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knows.
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Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton
Freaks Of Fashion

Such a hubbub in the nests,
Such a bustle and squeak!
Nestlings, guiltless of a feather,
Learning just to speak,
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
The Box

Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
They came across a kind of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
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Lascelles Abercrombie
For A Picture

That nose is out of drawing. With a gasp,
She pants upon the passionate lips that ache
With the red drain of her own mouth, and make
A monochord of colour. Like an asp,
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Toucher

He was a jobbing hand from the printers' flat. His name was Raymond Cato, but he acquired "Toucher" as a complimentary title when we knew him better. He was tall, sallow, languid and distressingly impecunious. I put it that way because Mr Cato's impecuniosity was more a trait of character than the result of misfortune. He was the sort of young man who would have been impecunious had he been born to ten thousand a year. He was slovenly in his dress, and his trousers were always worn to strings at the heels, and this fringe collected various foreign bodies, which dragged after him as be walked, Raymond being too languid or too indifferent to shake them off. You got to know when Toucher was coming by the clatter of vagrant articles attached to his trousers fringe. He once towed a disused fish-tin after him through a whole hot afternoon. That will give you an idea of the sort of person Raymond Cato was. But this depraved young man, while apparently sleeping against a case, could paw type with miraculous speed and precision, and he handled the most intricate jobs with absolute certainty when under the influence of two buckets of very bad beer.

Mr Cato had only been ten days in the factory when be came to the packer's board and leaned there. There were two peach-nuts, a metal rule, and the rind off a tin of red ink dangling at his fetlock. He passed his hand wearily over his brow, brushing back his long, black hair, and rested his eyes on the packer. Raymond's eyes were large and dark, and suffused with an overwhelming sadness. The Toucher owed his success largely to those appealing eyes.

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Edward Dyson
Hongree And Mahry

The sun was setting in its wonted west,
When HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,
Met MAHRY DAUBIGNY, the Village Rose,
Under the Wizard's Oak - old trysting-place
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William Schwenck Gilbert
From The School Of The Renowned Philosopher

For two years he studied with Ammonios Sakkas,
but he was bored by both philosophy and Sakkas.

Then he went into politics.
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Constantine P. Cavafy
Desultory Thoughts On Criticism - Prose

"Let a man write never so well, there are now-a-days a sort of persons they call critics, that, egad, have no more wit in them than so many hobby-horses: but they'll laugh at you, Sir, and find fault, and censure things, that, egad, I'm sure they are not able to do themselves; a sort of envious persons, that emulate the glories of persons of parts, and think to build their fame by calumniation of persons that, egad, to my knowledge, of all persons in the world, are in nature the persons that do as much despise all that, as, a, In fine, I'll say no more of 'em!" REHEARSAL.

All the world knows the story of the tempest-tossed voyager, who, coming upon a strange coast, and seeing a man hanging in chains, hailed it with joy, as the sign of a civilized country. In like manner we may hail, as a proof of the rapid advancement of civilization and refinement in this country, the increasing number of delinquent authors daily gibbeted for the edification of the public.

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Washington Irving
National Nomenclature - Prose

To the Editor of the Knickerbocker.

SIR: I am somewhat of the same way of thinking, in regard to names, with that profound philosopher, Mr. Shandy, the elder, who maintained that some inspired high thoughts and heroic aims, while others entailed irretrievable meanness and vulgarity; insomuch that a man might sink under the insignificance of his name, and be absolutely "Nicodemused into nothing." I have ever, therefore, thought it a great hardship for a man to be obliged to struggle through life with some ridiculous or ignoble Christian name, as it is too often falsely called, inflicted on him in infancy, when he could not choose for himself; and would give him free liberty to change it for one more to his taste, when he had arrived at years of discretion.

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Washington Irving
John Bull - Prose

An old song, made by an aged old pate,
Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate,
That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate,
And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate.
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Washington Irving