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Our Nation Is Ill

OUR NATION IS ILL
Doom Days Drum
Blood and war on the hill
The centre is shattered
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
What Is Love

The funny humanity of today breaks hearts
All we want is to be seen in the internet
All she wants is to wear an expensive ring
My heart is pure yet she forgets that
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Ibthlhal Abdul

Ibthlhal Abdul
I Still See You In My Dreams

I still see you in my dreams with your angel face in your beautiful white dress, smiling like a queen.

It was the most beautiful day of my dreams that I've ever seen.

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Saïdo Beno

Saïdo Beno
Absalom And Achitophel

In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
The Hermit

Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew;
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well:
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Thomas Parnell

Thomas Parnell
The Shoelace

a woman, a
tire thatâ??s flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
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Charles Bukowski
Luck Is Not Chance'

1350

Luck is not chance-
It's Toil-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
The Beggar's Soliloquy

I

Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer,
To lie all alone on a ragged heath,
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George Meredith

George Meredith
Suitcase

Its silver clasp looks like a man grasping
his hands above his head in victory;
the latches, like twin hatchbacks headed away.

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Charles Harper Webb
The German Hotel

the German hotel was very strange and expensive and had
double doors to the rooms, very thick doors, and it over-
looked the park and the vasser tern and in the mornings
it was usually too late for breakfast and the maids
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Charles Bukowski
To Maecenas

Than you, O valued friend of mine,
A better patron _non est_!
Come, quaff my home-made Sabine wine,--
You'll find it poor but honest.
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Eugene Field

Eugene Field
Ballade Of The Traffickers

Up goes the price of our bread--
Up goes the cost of our caking!
People must ever be fed;
Bakers must ever be baking.
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Franklin Pierce Adams
The Displeasure Of Selefkidis

Dimitrios Selefkidis was displeased
to learn that a Ptolemy
had reached Italy in such a squalid state:
poorly dressed and on foot,
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Constantine P. Cavafy
Kitty Mccrae - A Galloping Rhyme

The Western sun, ere he sought his lair,
Skimmâ??d the treetops, and glancing thence,
Rested awhile on the curling hair
Of Kitty McCrae, by the boundary fence;
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Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
The End Of Joi

They climbed the trees . . . As was told before,
The Glugs climbed trees in the days of yore,
When the oldes tree in the land to-day
Was a tender little seedling - Nay,
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Two Young Men, 23 To 24 Years Old

He'd been sitting in the cafe since ten-thirty
expecting him to turn up any minute.
Midnight had gone, and he was still waiting for him.
It was now after one-thirty, and the cafe was almost deserted.
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Constantine P. Cavafy
On No Work Of Words

On no work of words now for three lean months in the
bloody
Belly of the rich year and the big purse of my body
I bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:
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Dylan Thomas
They Should Have Provided

I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper.
This fatal city, Antioch,
has consumed all my money;
this fatal city with its expensive life.
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Constantine P. Cavafy
The Falcon

I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed,
The sort of lover, avaricious named;
And if in opposites we reason see,
The liberal in paradise should be.
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Jean De La Fontaine
A Day Without Internet

We humans have the power to sustain anything.
Whether it is an expensive watch or a diamond ring.
But, when it comes to communication lack,
We so keen, try every possible hack.
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Priyadarshini Goel

Priyadarshini Goel
A Taste Of Chateau Margaux

My favorite uncle is an Able Seaman
His duty is a helmsman
He comes home
Whenever his ship docks.
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Rose Marie Juan Austin
Delta Flight 659

-to Sean Penn

I'm writing this on a plane, Sean Penn,
with my black Pilot Razor ballpoint pen.
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Denise Duhamel
The Toucher

He was a jobbing hand from the printers' flat. His name was Raymond Cato, but he acquired "Toucher" as a complimentary title when we knew him better. He was tall, sallow, languid and distressingly impecunious. I put it that way because Mr Cato's impecuniosity was more a trait of character than the result of misfortune. He was the sort of young man who would have been impecunious had he been born to ten thousand a year. He was slovenly in his dress, and his trousers were always worn to strings at the heels, and this fringe collected various foreign bodies, which dragged after him as be walked, Raymond being too languid or too indifferent to shake them off. You got to know when Toucher was coming by the clatter of vagrant articles attached to his trousers fringe. He once towed a disused fish-tin after him through a whole hot afternoon. That will give you an idea of the sort of person Raymond Cato was. But this depraved young man, while apparently sleeping against a case, could paw type with miraculous speed and precision, and he handled the most intricate jobs with absolute certainty when under the influence of two buckets of very bad beer.

Mr Cato had only been ten days in the factory when be came to the packer's board and leaned there. There were two peach-nuts, a metal rule, and the rind off a tin of red ink dangling at his fetlock. He passed his hand wearily over his brow, brushing back his long, black hair, and rested his eyes on the packer. Raymond's eyes were large and dark, and suffused with an overwhelming sadness. The Toucher owed his success largely to those appealing eyes.

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Edward Dyson
Kitty Mccrae - A Galloping Rhyme

The western sun, ere he sought his lair,
Skimm'd the treetops, and glancing thence,
Rested awhile on the curling hair
Of Kitty McCrae, by the boundary fence;
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Barcroft Boake
The Mutability Of Literature - A Colloquy In Westminster Abbey - Prose

I know that all beneath the moon decays,
And what by mortals in this world is brought,
In time's great periods shall return to nought.
I know that all the muses' heavenly rays,
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Washington Irving
John Bull - Prose

An old song, made by an aged old pate,
Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate,
That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate,
And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate.
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Washington Irving
The Lawyer's Second Tale

Christian.


A highland inn among the western hills,
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Arthur Hugh Clough

Arthur Hugh Clough
The Fable Of The Peasant And His Landlord.

A Peasant to his lord yearly court,
Presenting pippins of so rich a sort
That he, displeased to have a part alone,
Removed the tree, that all might be his own.
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John Milton

John Milton
Prologue To "aurengzebe."

Our author, by experience, finds it true,
'Tis much more hard to please himself than you;
And out of no feign'd modesty, this day
Damns his laborious trifle of a play;
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Conscription Camp

Your landscape sickens with a dry disease
Even in May, Virginia, and your sweet pines
Like Frenchmen runted in a hundred wars
Are of a childâ??s height in these battlefields.
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Karl Shapiro
The Voice Of Robert Desnos

So like a flower and a current of air
the flow of water fleeting shadows
the smile glimpsed at midnight this excellent evening
so like every joy and every sadness
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Robert Desnos
Musée Des Beaux Arts

About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
I Know That He Exists

338

I know that He exists.
Somewhere-in Silence-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
There Was A Young Lady Of Corsica

There was a young lady of Corsica,
Who purchased a little brown saucy-cur;
Which she fed upon ham,
And hot raspberry jam,
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Edward Lear

Edward Lear
In Praise Of Contentment

(HORACE'S ODES, III, I)


I hate the common, vulgar herd!
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Eugene Field

Eugene Field
That The Soul May Wax Plump

My dumpy little mother on the undertaker's slab
had a mannequin's grace. From chin to foot
the sheet outlined her, thin and tall. Her face
uptilted, bloodless, smooth, had a long smile.
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May Swenson
Decalogue

Thou shalt no God but me adore:
'Twere too expensive to have more.

No images nor idols make
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Ambrose Bierce
'paw'

Haw!
Ai've just obteened a pension for mai Paw.
And you should hev seen the people that were theah.
Re-ally, it was surpraising!
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . .

we have everything and we have nothing
and some men do it in churches
and some men do it by tearing butterflies
in half
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Charles Bukowski
The Magnificent

SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind;
A triple engine prove in love we find;
By these the strongest fortresses are gained
E'en rocks 'gainst such can never be sustained.
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Jean De La Fontaine
The Jubilee Sov'reign

On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms
Invited relations to tea,
Including young Albert's grandmother-
An awkward old . . party, was she.
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Marriott Edgar
Magical Mystery Tour

I am in this low-slung sports car
painted a deep, rich yellow
driving under an Italian sun.
I have a British accent.
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Charles Bukowski
Essay On Psychiatrists

I. Invocation

Itâ??s crazy to think one could describe themâ??
Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and earsâ??
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Robert Pinsky
Her Terms

My wedded life
Must every pleasure bring
On scale extensive!
If I'm your wife
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William Schwenck Gilbert
The Intellectual

What should the wars do with these jigging fools?


The man behind the book may not be man,
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Karl Shapiro
Exeat

I remember the Roman Emperor, one of the cruellest of them,
Who used to visit for pleasure his poor prisoners cramped in dungeons,
So then they would beg him for death, and then he would say:
Oh no, oh no, we are not yet friends enough.
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Stevie Smith
Dressing The Doll

THIS is the way we dress the Doll:â??
You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll,
If you give her a crook with a pastoral hook,
But this is the way we dress the Doll.
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William Brighty Rands
My Angry Cat

You're repeating yourself
for the twentieth time.
Is there another man in my life?
Yes. Yes. What did you think?
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Nizar Qabbani