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With quiet heart, I climbed the hill,
from which one can see, the city, complete,
hospitals, brothels, purgatory, hell,
prison, where every sin flowers, at our feet.
Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Dreaming Of Li Bai (2)

Clouds drifting the whole day;
a traveler traveling who never arrives.

Three nights you have been in my dreams;

Du Fu

I weep for Adonais-he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Heart Is The Capital Of The Mind'


The Heart is the Capital of the Mind-
The Mind is a single State-
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Love Among The Ruins


Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
Miles and miles
Robert Browning

Robert Browning

What a twitter! what a tumult! what a whirr of wheeling wings!
Birds of Passage hear the message which the Equinoctial brings.

Birds of Passage hear the message and beneath the flying clouds,

Mathilde Blind
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

Joseph Brodsky
The Poet

The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry
His power is his left hand
It is idle weak and precious
His poverty is his wealth, a wealth which may destroy him
Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
At The "atlantic" Dinner

I suppose it's myself that you're making allusion to
And bringing the sense of dismay and confusion to.
Of course some must speak, - they are always selected to,
But pray what's the reason that I am expected to?

Oliver Wendell Holmes

You're unhappy, sick at heart:
Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.
Nature can but mirror
The surrounding poverty.

Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
The London 'bobby'

A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands Capital

Here in my cosy corner,
Before a blazing log,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Hokku Poems In Four Seasons


The year's first poem done,
with smug self confidence

Yosa Buson

shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.


Anna Akhmatova
Capital Punishment

PROUD is the state of its millions of men,
And proud is the state of its name;
In its borders are masters of brush and of pen,
And wide as the world is its fame.
Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Clarification To My Poetry-readers

And of me say the fools:
I entered the lodges of women
And never left.
And they call for my hanging,

Nizar Qabbani
The Cottager

True as the church clock hand the hour pursues
He plods about his toils and reads the news,
And at the blacksmith's shop his hour will stand
To talk of 'Lunun' as a foreign land.
John Clare

John Clare
Epitaph Of La Fontaine Made By Himself

JOHN, as he came, so went away,
Consuming capital and pay,
Holding superfluous riches cheap;
The trick of spending time he knew,

Jean De La Fontaine


In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned
Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules,
Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
The London 'bobby'

A Tribute To The Policemen Of England's Capital

Here in my cosy corner,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Song Of The Guitar.

In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer of the next year I was seeing a friend leave Penpu and heard in the midnight from a neighbouring boat a guitar played in the manner of the capital. Upon inquiry, I found that the player had formerly been a dancing-girl there and in her maturity had been married to a merchant. I invited her to my boat to have her play for us. She told me her story, heyday and then unhappiness. Since my departure from the capital I had not felt sad; but that night, after I left her, I began to realize my banishment. And I wrote this long poem -- six hundred and twelve characters.

I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River,
Where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.

Bai Juyi
Song Of Unending Sorrow.

China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire,
Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding,
Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown,
Bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her,

Bai Juyi
Twenty-two Rhymes To Left-prime-minister Wei

Boys in fancy clothes never starve,
but Confucian scholars often find their lives in ruin.
Please listen to my explanation, Sir,
I, your humble student, ask permission to state my case.

Du Fu
Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 48

I saw bouquets of fresh roses
Tied upon a cupola of grass.
I asked: â??What is despicable grass
To sit also in the line of the roses?â??

Saadi Shirazi
A Dirge Of The Morning After

VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (wailing dismally):
'Who can deliver us, Lord of our destiny!
Out of the depths comes our passionate cry,
Wrung from the soul of us. Aid for the whole of us!

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Don Juan - Canto The Tenth.

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation -
'T is said (for I 'll not answer above ground
For any sage's creed or calculation) -

George Gordon Byron
What Has Happened?

The industrialist is having his aeroplane serviced.
The priest is wondering what he said in his sermon eight weeks ago
about tithes.
The generals are putting on civvies and looking like bank clerks.

Bertolt Brecht
Kaddish, Part I

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues

Allen Ginsberg
Hermann And Dorothea. In Nine Cantos. - Iii. Thalia.


Thus did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
But the father continued precisely as he had begun it

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Hermann And Dorothea - Iii. Thalia


THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
But the father continued precisely as he had begun it

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Lord Robert's Triumphal Entry Into Pretoria

'Twas in the year of 1900, and on the 5th of June,
Lord Roberts entered Pretoria in the afternoon;
His triumphal entry was magnificent to see,
The British Army marching behind him fearlessly.

William Topaz Mcgonagall
The Eve Of Waterloo

There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.

George Gordon Byron
Gregory Corso

Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass
The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe

Gregory Corso

Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
It establishes the universal ideas in language,

Czeslaw Milosz

HOW is it that masters, and science, and art,
One spark of intelligence fail to impart,
Unless in that chemical union combined,
Of which the result, in one word, is a mind ?

Jane Taylor
The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto Ii.

If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight;
For the gay beams of lightsome day
Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott
Musings On The North West

Domestic cattle quiet will graze where now the Buffalos roam,
and in spots now covered o'er with Indian Wigwams,
where white men never trod, cities will occupy their
sites with busy trade, and millions throng from Eastern

James Mcintyre
Jack Honest, Or The Widow And Her Son

Jack Honest was only eight years of age when his father died,
And by the death of his father, Mrs Honest was sorely tried;
And Jack was his father's only joy and pride,
And for honesty Jack couldn't be equalled in the country-side.

William Topaz Mcgonagall
Hermann And Dorothea. In Nine Cantos. - Ii. Terpsichore.


Then when into the room the well-built son made his entry,
Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Paradise Lost - Book Ii

High on a Throne of Royal State, which far
Outshon the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showrs on her Kings Barbaric Pearl and Gold,
John Milton

John Milton
To An American Embassy

Written At Florence, 1866:

Since Sovereign Nature, at the happy best,

Sydney Thompson Dobell
My Friend

MY Friend wears a cheerful smile of his own,
And a musical tongue has he;
We sit and look in each other's face,
And are very good company.

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
A Psalm Of Labouring Life

Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.

Franklin Pierce Adams
The Ride To Melrose, From The Lay Of The Last Minstrel.


The Lady sought the lofty hall,
Where many a bold retainer lay,

Walter Scott (sir)
In The Naked Bed, In Plato's Cave

In the naked bed, in Plato's cave,
Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall,
Carpenters hammered under the shaded window,
Wind troubled the window curtains all night long,
Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel



Robert Herrick

NOR War nor Peace, forever, old and young,
But Strength my theme, whose song is yet unsung,
The People's Strength, the deep alluring dream
Of truths that seethe below the truths that seem.

John Boyle O'reilly
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.


Washington Irving
To Omar Khayyam

Omar, within thy scented garden-close,
When passed with eventide
The starward incense of the waning rose-
Too precious to abide

Clark Ashton Smith
The Hashish Eater -or- The Apocalypse Of Evil

Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;
I crown me with the million-colored sun
Of secret worlds incredible, and take
Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,

Clark Ashton Smith