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What Is Time?

Time !
a running track, that clock's good and bad
minute of temptations and trials
seconds of death and judgment
Afe Tosin Shola

Afe Tosin Shola
Address To The Devil

O Prince, O chief of many throned pow'rs!
That led th' embattled seraphim to war!
(Milton, Paradise Lost)

Robert Burns

Robert Burns

A desert life, lonely it may seem
A long journey awaits
But aimless you feel
With no clear path to take
Juana Liwanag

Juana Liwanag
Venus And Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Life Is A Circus

A young lad blossoms from a petal,
Many challenges to come and yet to settle.
Here begins life's crazy circus,
To be happy but yet sometimes serious.
Priyadarshini Goel

Priyadarshini Goel
The Odyssey: Book 09

And Ulysses answered, “King Alcinous, it is a good thing to hear a
bard with such a divine voice as this man has. There is nothing better
or more delightful than when a whole people make merry together,
with the guests sitting orderly to listen, while the table is loaded

The Mystery

I was not; now I am-a few days hence
I shall not be; I fain would look before
And after, but can neither do; some Power
Or lack of power says “no” to all I would.
Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Carrier's Story Or, Brighten's Sister-in-law

At a point where the old road crosses
The river, and turns to the right,
I'd camped with the team; and the hosses
Was all fixed up for the night.
Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
The Rowing Song

Round the world and home again
That's the sailor's way
Faster faster, faster faster


Roald Dahl
Alone In The Woods

Alone in the woods I felt
The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees
Nature has taught her creatures to hate
Man that fusses and fumes

Stevie Smith
Mal Agueros

If you come to Mojacar
and peel open an orange full of worms,
count how many there are because
those are the days it will take for your body

Nick Carbo
Corsons Inlet

I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning
to the sea,
then turned right along
the surf

Archie Randolph Ammons

Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd,
His ship half founder'd, and his compass lost,
Sees, far as human optics may command,
A sleeping fog, and fancies it dry land;
William Cowper

William Cowper

'What is a Bongaloo, Daddy?'
'A Bongaloo, Son,' said I,
'Is a tall bag of cheese
Plus a Chinaman's knees

Spike Milligan
Answer To Tait

The mounted disk of ebonite
Has whirled before, nor whirled in vain;
Rowland of Troy, that doughty knight,
Convection currents did obtain

James Clerk Maxwell

A Postscript for Marianne Moore

No one exactly knows
Exactly how clouds look in the sky

Jack Spicer

Where the minnows trace
A glinting web quick hid in the gloom of the brook,
When I think of the place
And remember the small lad lying intent to look
D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence
The Bloody Game


Rash decisions take us in the wrong direction,
Lack of wisdom leads to destruction.
Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus

ROVIGO STATION. Unclear associations. A drama of Goethe
or something from Byron. I traveled through Rovigo
n times and exactly at the nth time I understood
that in my inner geography it is a special

Zbigniew Herbert
Fast Break

In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984

A hook shot kisses the rim and

Edward Hirsch

Are generally over or around
Erogenous zones, they seem to dive
In the direction of those


Howard Nemerov
A Sonnet

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;
MYRA, too sincere for feigning,
Fears th' approaching bridal night.
Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith
An Essay On Man: Epistle I.


Having proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my Lord Bacon's expression) come home to men's business and bosoms, I thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstract, his nature and his state; since, to prove any moral duty, to enforce any moral precept, or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature whatsoever, it is necessary first to know what condition and relation it is placed in, and what is the proper end and purpose of its being.

Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope
To A Black Gin

Daughter of Eve, draw nearâ??I would behold thee.
Good Heavens! Could ever arm of man enfold thee?
Did the same Nature that made Phryne mould thee?


James Brunton Stephens
The Ship Of Death


Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
and the long journey towards oblivion.

David Herbert Lawrence
An Epistle

From Joshua Ibn Vives of Allorqui to his Former Master, Solomon
Levi-Paul, de Santa-Maria, Bishop of Cartegna Chancellor of
Castile, and Privy Councillor to King Henry III. of Spain.

Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Romance Moderne

Tracks of rain and light linger in
the spongy greens of a nature whose
flickering mountain-bulging nearer,
ebbing back into the sun
William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams
A Plagued Journey

There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Safe in the dark prison, I know that
light slides over
Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou

It is time for all the heroes to go home
if they have any, time for all of us common ones
to locate ourselves by the real things
we live by.

William Stafford
The Laws Of Motion

The laws of science teach us a pound of gold weighs as
much as a pound of flour though if dropped from any
undetermined height in their natural state one would
reach bottom and one would fly away

Nikki Giovanni
Seal Yourself Away From Me

We were in a gargantuan cathedral
When it was time
To say Christ's Peace
You took my hand in yours

Rose Marie Juan Austin
Embrace Noir

I go back to the scene where the two men embrace
& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.

They jerk around the apartment like that

Nick Flynn
The Old Stockman's Lament

Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket,
And bury me deep down below,
Where this piffle and sham wonâ??t disgust me,
In the land where the coolibahs grow;
Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
Paul's Wife

to say to him,
'How is the wife, Paul?'- and he'd disappear.
Some said it was because be bad no wife,
And hated to be twitted on the subject;
Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Don Juan: Canto The Ninth

Oh, Wellington! (or 'Villainton'--for Fame
Sounds the heroic syllables both ways;
France could not even conquer your great name,
But punn'd it down to this facetious phrase-

George Gordon Byron
Natural Progress

In all faith, we did our part:
generated punctually, prepared adequately,
ejected promptly,
and swam in the approved manner
Ben Jonson

Ben Jonson
Compact Dusk

Here at the height of the day night change
The color of the sky is uncertain,
The sky depending in which direction
One's eye strains, each of its swatches a strange

Bill Knott
The Iliad: Book 13

Now when Jove had thus brought Hector and the Trojans to the
ships, he left them to their never-ending toil, and turned his keen
eyes away, looking elsewhither towards the horse-breeders of Thrace,
the Mysians, fighters at close quarters, the noble Hippemolgi, who

The Bridge: Atlantis

Through the bound cable strands, the arching path
Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings,â??
Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopate
The whispered rush, telepathy of wires.

Harold Hart Crane
No Hope Comes My Way

No hope comes my way
No visage shows itself to me

That death will come one day is definite

Mirza Ghalib
Anhelli - Chapter 5

he sorrowful country
and over the desolate roads and under the roaring forests of Siberia,
meeting men who suffered, and comforting them.


Juliusz Slowacki
Metamorphoses: Book 14

Now Glaucus, with a lover's haste, bounds o'er
The swelling waves, and seeks the Latian shore.
Messena, Rhegium, and the barren coast
Of flaming Aetna, to his sight are lost:

Stage Direction

It is a shabby backdrop of bright stars:
one of the small interstices of time:
the worn out north star northward, and Orion
to westward spread in ruined light. Eastward,

Conrad Potter Aiken
Hope Is Not For The Wise

Hope is not for the wise, fear is for fools;
Change and the world, we think, are racing to a fall,
Open-eyed and helpless, in every newscast that is the news:
The time's events would seem mere chaos but all

Robinson Jeffers
Lament (whom Will You Cry To, Heart?)

Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely,
your path struggles on through incomprehensible
mankind. All the more futile perhaps
for keeping to its direction,

Rainer Maria Rilke
Did I Not Say To You

Did I not say to you, â??Go not there, for I am your friend; in this
mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? �
Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years
from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Judging Distances

Not only how far away, but the way that you say it
Is very important. Perhaps You may never get
The knack of judging a distance, but at least you know
How to report on a landscape: the central sector,

Henry Reed
The Scripture Of The Golden Eternity

Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said 'Sky'-That is why I am the golden eternity. There are not two of us here, reader and writer, but one, one golden eternity, One-Which-It-Is, That-Which- Everything-Is.


Jack Kerouac
Guy And Amarant

Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed ground
Whereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,
Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,
And where for sinfull man he shed his blood.

Anonymous Olde English