CORRODE POEMS

Pray For Me

She rushed into a house
darkghost where haltup
evildims where hiddown
Her room was tumultly dreadful
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Saviour A Willie

Echo To Him Who Complains

O FLY thee from the shades of night,
Where the loud tempests yelling rise;
Where horrror wings her sullen flight
Beneath the bleak and lurid skies.
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Mary Darby Robinson

Parting

A man is standing in the hall
His house not recognizing.
Her sudden leaving was a flight,
Herself, maybe, surprising.
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Boris Pasternak

The Treason Of An Accent

1358

The Treason of an accent
Might Ecstasy transfer-
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Emily Dickinson

The Times Editorials

Lovely Antiques, breathing in every line
The perfume of an age long passed away,
Wafting us back to 1829,
Museum pieces of a by-gone day,
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Alice Duer Miller

On Receiving News Of The War

Snow is a strange white word.
No ice or frost
Has asked of bud or bird
For Winter's cost.
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Isaac Rosenberg

Satia Te Sanguine

IF YOU loved me ever so little,
I could bear the bonds that gall,
I could dream the bonds were brittle;
You do not love me at all.
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

From Virginia To Paris

The polecat, sovereign of its native wood,
Dashes damnation upon bad and good;
The health of all the upas trees impairs
By exhalations deadlier than theirs;
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Ambrose Bierce

La Vigne De Naboth

Au fond de sa demeure, Akhab, l'oeil sombre et dur,
Sur sa couche d'ivoire et de bois de Syrie
Gît, muet et le front tourné contre le mur.

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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle

A Royal Poet - Prose

Though your body be confined
And soft love a prisoner bound,
Yet the beauty of your mind
Neither check nor chain hath found.
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Washington Irving

The Garden Of Cymodoce

Sea, and bright wind, and heaven of ardent air,
More dear than all things earth-born; O to me
Mother more dear than love's own longing, sea,
More than love's eyes are, fair,
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

His Monument

Horace: Book III, Ode 30

"Exegi monumentum aere perennius---"

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Franklin Pierce Adams

The Stoic: For Laura Von Courten

All winter long you listened for the boom
Of distant cannon wheeled into their place.
Sometimes outside beneath a bombersâ?? moon
You stood alone to watch the searchlights trace
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Edgar Bowers

The Interloper

"And I saw the figure and visage of Madness seeking for a home."

There are three folk driving in a quaint old chaise,
And the cliff-side track looks green and fair;
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Thomas Hardy

Backbone

Face of nature,comes;
Makes me claim,
Behaved like a fridge
that creates a bridge;
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Gosinto Basumatary

Slum Certainty

Certainty in a slum is present by its absence
Or rather,slums are ever certain of uncertainty
If ever there's certainty then;
The night will be colder in the cold season
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Denis Barasa