ARENA POEMS

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Scars

The shutter of my eyes
have crossed all thier lines
into endless peace
but have cost me my scars
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Malagala Umar

Malagala Umar
The Rivers Prayer

Someone pass by and drive this person away from me,
May you please stop; you are hurting me,
Are you mad that you forgetting am the source of those breezes that warms your body at night?
During the summer time!
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Blessings Mitembo

Blessings Mitembo
Tannhauser

To my mother. May, 1870.


The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Mercian Hymns

I

King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the citadel at Tamworth, the summer hermitage in Holy Cross: guardian of the Welsh Bridge and the Iron Bridge: contractor to the desirable new estates: saltmaster: moneychanger: commissioner for oaths: martyrologist: the friend of Charlemagne.

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Geoffrey Hill
Letters To The Roman Friend

From Martial
Now is windy and the waves are cresting over
Fall is soon to come to change the place entirely.
Change of colors moves me, Postum, even stronger
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Joseph Brodsky
The White Bull

Ev'ry dusk eye in Madrid,
Flash'd blue 'neath its lid;
As the cry and the clamour ran round,
“The king has been crown'd!
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Isabella Valancy Crawford
A Legend Of Madrid (translated From The Spanish)

Francesca.

Crush'd and throng'd are all the places
In our amphitheatre,
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
The Goring

Arena dust rusted by four bulls' blood to a dull redness,
The afternoon at a bad end under the crowd's truculence,
The ritual death each time botched among dropped capes, ill-judged
stabs,
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Sylvia Plath
Master Hugues Of Saxe-gotha

An imaginary composer.]

I.

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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Sunt Leones

The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena
By indulging native appetites played was now been seen a
Not entirely negligible part
In consolidating at the very start
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Stevie Smith
The Guitar-la Guitarra

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
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Federico Garcà­a Lorca
The Hermit's Sacrifice

From Rome's palaces and villas
Gaily issued forth a throng;
From her humbler habitations
Moved a human tide along.
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Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
The Yachts

contend in a sea which the land partly encloses
shielding them from the too-heavy blows
of an ungoverned ocean which when it chooses

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William Carlos Williams
Canto De Otoà±o

Bien: ya lo sé!:â?? la Muerte está sentada
A mis umbrales: cautelosa viene,
Porque sus llantos y su amor no apronten
En mi defensa, cuando lejos viven
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Jose Marti
Los Zapaticos De Rosa

A Mademoiselle Marie

Hay sol bueno y mar de espuma,
Y arena fina, y Pilar
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Jose Marti
Morituri Salutamus: Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Class Of 1825 In Bowdoin College

Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story: Part Iv

From his far wigwam sprang the strong North Wind
And rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,
And wrestl'd with the giants of the woods;
And with his ice-club beat the swelling crests.
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Isabella Valancy Crawford
The Helot

I.

Low the sun beat on the land,
Red on vine and plain and wood;
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Isabella Valancy Crawford
O Had I Known That Thus It Happens...

O had I known that thus it happens,
When first I started, that at will
Your lines with blood in them destroy you,
Roll up into your throat and kill,
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
Three Pictures Continued

The first, a woman, nobly limbed and fair,
Standeth at sunset by a famed far sea.
Red are her lips as Love's own kisses were,
Yet speak they never though they smile on me.
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Cupid In Ambush

It oft to many has successful been
Upon his arm to let his mistress lean,
Or with her airy fan to cool her heat,
Or gently squeeze her knees, or press her feet.
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Matthew Prior

Matthew Prior
My House, I Say

My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
That make my roof the arena of their loves,
That gyre about the gable all day long
And fill the chimneys with their murmurous song:
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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson
The Reign Of Reason

The day of truth is dawning. I behold
O'er darksome hills the trailing robes of gold
And silent footsteps of the gladsome dawn.
The morning breaks by sages long foretold;
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Paracelsus: Part Iv: Paracelsus Aspires

Scene. Colmar in Alsatia: an Inn. 1528.
Paracelsus, Festus.


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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Hermit's Sacrifice

From Rome's palaces and villas
Gaily issued forth a throng;
From her humbler habitations
Moved a human tide along.
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Frances E. W. Harper
I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet

I had just won $115 from the headshakers and
was naked upon my bed
listening to an opera by one of the Italians
and had just gotten rid of a very loose lady
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Charles Bukowski
Dead Are My People

Gone are my people, but I exist yet,
Lamenting them in my solitude...
Dead are my friends, and in their Death my life is naught but great
Disaster.
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Khalil Gibran
The Feast Of Freedom

TO YE KINGS.

When the Christians were doomed to the lions of old
By the priest and the praetor, combined to uphold
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Victor Marie Hugo
A Legend Of Madrid

Francesca

Crush'd and throng'd are all the places
In our amphitheatre,
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
Starting From Paumanok

STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother;
After roaming many lands--lover of populous pavements;
Dweller in Mannahatta, my city--or on
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
The Fable About A Nail

For lack of a nail the kingdom has fallen
â??according to the wisdom of nursery schoolsâ??but in our kingdom
there have been no nails for a long time there arenâ??t and wonâ??t be
either the small ones for hanging a picture
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Zbigniew Herbert
What A Book! : To Calvus The Poet

If I didnâ??t love you more than my eyes,
most delightful Calvus, Iâ??d dislike you
for this gift, with a true Vatinian dislike:
Now what did I do and what did I say,
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Gaius Valerius Catullus
The Statue Of The Dying Gladiator

COMMANDING pow'r! whose hand with plastic art
Bids the rude stone to grace and being start;
Swell to the waving line the polish'd form,
And only want Promethean fire to warm ;â??
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A Letter To Doctor Ingelo, Then With My Lord Whitlock, Ambassador From The Protector To The Queen Of

Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli,
Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito?
Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum,
Qui modo tam mollis nec bene firmus eras?
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Andrew Marvell

Andrew Marvell
The Sensation Captain

No nobler captain ever trod
Than CAPTAIN PARKLEBURY TODD,
So good - so wise - so brave, he!
But still, as all his friends would own,
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William Schwenck Gilbert
Amics Bernart De Ventadorn

Amics Bernartz de Ventadorn,
com vos podetz de chant sofrir,
can aissi auzetz esbaudir
lo rossinholet noih e jorn?
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Bernard De Ventadorn
Poems Of Joys

O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees.
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
To A Blank Sheet Of Paper

WAN-VISAGED thing! thy virgin leaf
To me looks more than deadly pale,
Unknowing what may stain thee yet,--
A poem or a tale.
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
La Casada Infiel

Y que yo me la llevé al río
creyendo que era mozuela,
pero tenía marido.
Fue la noche de Santiago
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Federico Garcà­a Lorca
The Incantation

Scene: Federal Political Arena
A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling.
Enter the three witches.
1ST WITCH: Thrice hath the Federal Jackass brayed.
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Banjo Paterson
The Anguish Of A Mirage

They faded, the last bands of reddish,
Like whispers of prayers in night,
O tale, such seductive and maddish,
What else do you want of this heart?
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Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
Dropping The Euphemism

He has five children, Iâ??m papa
to a hundred pencils.
I bought the chair he sat in

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Bob Hicok
Paradiso: Canto I

The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.

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Dante Alighieri
A Song Of Joys

O to make the most jubilant song!
Full of music-full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments-full of grain and trees.

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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
An Epistle To Dr. Moore

Whether dispensing hope, and ease
To the pale victim of disease,
Or in the social crowd you sit,
And charm the group with sense and wit,
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Helen Maria Williams
Gamblers All

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you've felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face
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Charles Bukowski
The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication

FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife,
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal;
In the arena of thy brilliant life
Never too busy or too cold to feel:
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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
Sancho Sanchez

Sancho Sanchez lay a--dying in the house of Mariquita,
For his life ebbed with the ebbing of the red wound in his side.
And he lay there as they left him when he came from the Corrida
In his gold embroidered jacket and his red cloak and his pride.
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Pennsylvania Hall

NOT with the splendors of the days of old,
The spoil of nations, and barbaric gold;
No weapons wrested from the fields of blood,
Where dark and stern the unyielding Roman stood,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Children

Has time come? Iâ??m fully ready.
If weâ??ve sinned â?? thereâ??s no a chanceâ?¦
We â?? to prisons, they â?? to gladnessâ?¦
Give to children â?? sun and grass!
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Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky