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Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle


Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done-

Emily Dickinson

Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;

Robert Service

Where does Cinderella sleep?
By far-off day-dream river.
A secret place her burning Prince
Decks, while his heart-strings quiver.

Vachel Lindsay
In Search Of Cinderella

From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot

Shel Silverstein

I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses'
Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream;
I drink the gall of nights, of crowded parties' noises,
Of sobbing virgin verse, and of a throbbing dream.

Boris Pasternak

Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;

Robert William Service

A lonely child with toil oâ??ertaxed,
Sits Cinderella by the fire;
Her limbs in weariness relaxed,
And in her eyes a sad desire.

Henry Lawson
Popcorn, Glass Balls, And Cranberries


The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.

Vachel Lindsay

Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
The speaking pony and singing lion.

Vachel Lindsay
They Didn—t Meet

They didn't meet me, roamed,
On steps with lanterns bright.
I entered quiet home
In murky, pail moonlight.

Anna Akhmatova
A Christmas Wish

I CAN NOT give you happiness :
For wishes long have ceased to bring
The Fortune which to page and king
They brought in those good centuries,

Frederick William (fw) Harvey
The King Of The Vasse


MY tale which I have brought is of a time

John Boyle O'reilly

The lamp that stands beside the crib
Is not yet lighted to warm the gloom
Of the blueish, opaque light falling
Through the curtains of late afternoon.

Jose Asuncion Silva

Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up
In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances,
The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes
Draw over an old ember --as the mother

Randall Jarrell
An After-dinner Poem


Read at the Annual Dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, at
Cambridge, August 24, 1843.

Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Shoemakers

Ho! workers of the old time styled
The Gentle Craft of Leather!
Young brothers of the ancient guild,
Stand forth once more together!

John Greenleaf Whittier

I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,

Roald Dahl
Certain Truths About Certain Things

And the boy that lives next door
Said to me one day, There's more
In those rhymes of Mother Goose
And those tales, I don't care whose,

Madison Julius Cawein
Maying; Or, A Love Of Flowers

Upon a day, a merry day,
When summer in her best,
Like Sunday belles, prepares for play,
And joins each merry guest,

John Clare
An Only Child's Tea-party.

When I go to tea with the little Smiths, there are eight of them there, but there's only one of me,
Which makes it not so easy to have a fancy tea-party as if there were two or three.
I had a tea-party on my birthday, but Joe Smith says it can't have been a regular one,
Because as to a tea-party with only one teacup and no teapot, sugar-basin, cream-jug, or slop-basin, he never heard of such a thing under the sun.

Juliana Horatia Ewing