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Elisabeth

In the room we stood
Silent: The room was confined in a grave
Faced each other
We made no moves
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Jova Petr

Jova Petr
Loneliness Is Illness

Life is beautiful
When walking in pairs
One step One story
One story thousands smile
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
The Holy Fair

A note of seeming truth and trust
Hid crafty observation;
And secret hung, with poison'd crust,
The dirk of defamation:
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Last May A Braw Wooer.

Tune - "The Lothian Lassie."


I.
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
A Letter To One I Loved

This is my letter,
To you whom I loved,
Not long enough nor
Short enough, it's
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Brian Dredan

Brian Dredan
The Grasshopper

Grasshopper
grasshopper
all day long
we hear your scraping
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Conrad Potter Aiken
O Whistle, And I'll Come To You.

I.

O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad:
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
The Only Chapter In My Book

The only chapter in my book

By Steve Anc

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Steve Anc

Steve Anc
O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass.

Tune - "Cordwainer's March."


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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats

John Keats
My Ain Bonnie Lass O' The Glen.

Ae blink o' the bonnie new mune,
Ay tinted as sune as she's seen,
Wad licht me to Meg frae the toun,
Tho' mony the brae-side between:
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Isabella Valancy Crawford
Home 1

Not the end: but there's nothing more.
Sweet Summer and Winter rude
I have loved, and friendship and love,
The crowd and solitude:
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Edward Thomas
The Night Ride

Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;
Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,
Pull up the blind, blink out - all sounds are drugged;
the slow blowing of passengers asleep;
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Kenneth Slessor
Salutation The Third

Let us deride the smugness of 'The Times': GUFFAW!
So much for the gagged reviewers,
It will pay them when the worms are wriggling in their
vitals;
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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
Ode To Rae Wilson Esq.

A WANDERER, Wilson, from my native land,
Remote, O Rae, from godliness and thee,
Where rolls between us the eternal sea,
Besides some furlongs of a foreign sand,â??
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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
Last May A Braw Wooer

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said there was naething I hated like men:
The deuce gae wi ‘m to believe me, believe me,
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Tam O'shanter

A Tale

“Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke.”
-Gawin Douglas.
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
For The King

Northern Mexico, 1640


As you look from the plaza at Leon west
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Bret Harte

Bret Harte
Visions

'She was a phantom,' &c.

In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,
The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;
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Charles Stuart Calverley
And Yet It Is A Gentle Art

(Parody is a genre frowned upon by your professors
of literature... And yet it is a gentle art-
'The Point of View' in May _Scribner's_.)

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Franklin Pierce Adams
Ars Poetica?

I have always aspired to a more spacious form
that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose
and would let us understand each other without exposing
the author or reader to sublime agonies.
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Czeslaw Milosz
My Soul

In the flame of the flickering fire
The sins of my soul are few
And the thoughts in my head are the thoughts of a bed
With a solitary view.
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Stevie Smith
Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever

After this the halt and summer
Parted company; and taking
Off his cap at night the thunder
Took a hundred blinding stills.
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
The Twa Dogs

A Tale

'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King Coil,
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Blue Island Intersection

Six streets come together here.
They feed people and wagons into the center.
In and out all day horses with thoughts of nose-bags,
Men with shovels, women with baskets and baby-buggies.
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Hello, Soldier!

Back again 'n' nothin' missin' barrin'
arf a hand,
Where an Abdul bit me, chokin' in the Holy
Land.
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Edward George Dyson
Song-whistle And I'll Come To You

Chorus.â??O WHISTLE, an' I'll come to ye, my lad,
O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad,
Tho' father an' mother an' a' should gae mad,
O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad.
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Last Trams

I
THAT street washed with violet
Writes like a tablet
Of living here; that pavement
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Kenneth Slessor
The Allies

August 14th, 1914

Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry
of hoarse throats, it floats against the hard winds, and binds the head
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Signs

All night I dreamed of my home,
of the roads that are so long
and straight they die in the middleâ??
among the spines of elderly weeds
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Larry Levis
Earth The Healer, Earth The Keeper

So swift the hours are moving
Unto the time unproved:
Farewell my love unloving,
Farewell my love beloved!
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William Morris

William Morris
Blue

Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
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May Swenson
Life

Out of the infinite sea of eternity
To climb, and for an instant stand
Upon an island speck of time.

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James Weldon Johnson

James Weldon Johnson
O Let Me Dream The Dreams Of Long Ago

Call me not back, O cold and crafty world:
I scorn your thankless thanks and hollow praise.
Wiser than seer or scientist-content
To tread no paths beyond these bleating hills,
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Time

A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carl
Gangs a' nicht rakin athort the warl
Wi' a pock on his back, luikin hungry an' lean,
His crook-fingert han' aye followin his e'en:
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot

Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye
Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie May,
Ye shraddy boscage of ye woods ben full of birds that syng
Right merrilie a madrigal unto ye waking spring,
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Eugene Field

Eugene Field
Dow's Flat

Dow's Flat. That's its name;
And I reckon that you
Are a stranger? The same?
Well, I thought it was true,-
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Bret Harte

Bret Harte
The Sun Rises Bright In France

The sun rises bright in France,
And fair sets he;
But he has tint the blythe blink he had
In my ain countree.
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Allan Cunningham
The Alley

Because you are four years old
the candle is all dressed up in a new frill.
And stars nod to you through the hole in the curtain,
(except the big stiff planets
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Lola Ridge
Bethlehemsstjærnen

Med fornem Blinken, aandssløv Plirren staar
spredt over Himlen Millioner Stjærner,
hver om 'sin' Glans med selvisk Kulde værner
og tavs om Dødens stive Slummer spaar;
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Viggo Stuckenberg

Viggo Stuckenberg
Country Lassie.

Tune - "The Country Lass."


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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
The Blessed

Cumhal called out, bending his head,
Till Dathi came and stood,
With a blink in his eyes, at the cave-mouth,
Between the wind and the wood.
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Awake To Smile

When I blink sunshine in my eyes
And hail the amber morn,
Before the rosy dew-drop dries
With sparkle on the thorn;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
A Night-rain In Summer

Open the window, and let the air
Freshly blow upon face and hair,
And fill the room, as it fills the night,
With the breath of the rain's sweet might.
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James Henry Leigh Hunt

James Henry Leigh Hunt
Ben Jonson Entertains A Man From Stratford

You are a friend then, as I make it out,
Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us
Will put an ass's head in Fairyland
As he would add a shilling to more shillings,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Walt Whitman

The master-songs are ended, and the man
That sang them is a name. And so is God
A name; and so is love, and life, and death,
And everything. But we, who are too blind
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Rahel To Varnhagen

Note.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were
married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814.
The marriage-so far as he was concerned, at any
rate-appears to have been satisfactory.
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Soliloquy Of The Solipsist

Soliloquy Of The Solipsist
I?
I walk alone;
The midnight street
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Sylvia Plath
One We Knew

(M. H. 1772-1857)



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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy
The Pigeon Shooting

They say that Monte Carlo is
A sunny place for shady people;
But I'm not in the gambling biz,
And sober as a parish steeple.
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Robert William Service