FRUIT POEMS

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Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song

Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
Let other lovers lie, in love and rest;
Not we,-articulate, so, but with the tongue
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Looking Forward

Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Macdougal Street

As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,
(Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair;
(”Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!”)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Song Of The Sea

(Capri, Piccola Marina)


Timeless sea breezes,
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Poor Robin

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
When I Think About Myself

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that's walked
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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
The Corn Song

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Eve

“While I sit at the door
Sick to gaze within
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin:
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
The Voice Of Spring

I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! the honey bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high
In the blue and sunny sky,
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Mary Howitt

Mary Howitt
Months

January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
The Tree

The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown;
“Shall I take them away?” said the Frost, sweeping down.
“No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,”
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Bjornstjerne Bjornson

Bjornstjerne Bjornson
The Snail

To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall,
The snail sticks close, nor fears to fall,
As if he grew there, house and all
Together.
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Waring

I

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Disappointed

An old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew;
The sun was kind, and the rain befriended;
Fine grew his orchard and fair to view.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
A Basket Of Summer Fruit

First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.
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Charles Harpur
Oh Lad Why

Oh lad why?
Steve Anc

My mind never stops querying
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Steve Anc

Steve Anc
What If

WHAT IF

What if,
our fore parent had not eaten the forbidden fruit
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Paciolo Pen Saint

Paciolo Pen Saint
I Am Lonely

The world is great: the birds all fly from me,
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree
All out of reach: my little sister went,
And I am lonely.
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George Eliot
The Green Linnet

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Religio Laici

Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Love And Harmony

Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
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William Blake

William Blake
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
Hymn Xii: Come, Ye That Love The Lord

Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround his throne:
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John Wesley
Saint Monica

AMONG deep woods is the dismantled scite
Of an old Abbey, where the chaunted rite,
By twice ten brethren of the monkish cowl,
Was duly sung; and requiems for the soul
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Charlotte Smith
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding

I

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
Poem Written At Morning

A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself. It is this or that
And it is not.
By metaphor you paint
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Wallace Stevens
Quandary

Never have I been glad or sad
That there was such a thing as bad.
There had to be, I understood,
For there to have been any good.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
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
Waiting

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
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John Burroughs
The Englishman In Italy

(PIANO DI SORRENTO.)

Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,
Sit here by my side,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Solace.

One Autumn evening, wandering, when the sun was hanging low,
Through a woodland where the music of a streamlet's gentle flow
Commingled with the rustling of the yellow golden leaves,
And the idling breeze's sighing as it floated through the trees,
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George W. Doneghy
Of Child With Bird At The Bush

My little bird, how canst thou sit
And sing amidst so many thorns?
Let me a hold upon thee get,
My love with honour thee adorns.
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John Bunyan

John Bunyan
A Girl's Garden

A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Adonais

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
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
For All Those Who Died

For all those who died-
stripped naked, shaved, shorn.

For all those who screamed
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Erica Jong
Four Charades

1

My first is no proof of my second,
Though my second's a proof of my first:
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Sunday

O day most calm, most bright
The fruit of this, the next world's bud,
Th'endorsement of supreme delight,
Writ by a friend, and with his blood;
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George Herbert

George Herbert
Le Sommeil De Leïlah.

Ni bruits d'aile, ni sons d'eau vive, ni murmures ;
La cendre du soleil nage sur l'herbe en fleur,
Et de son bec furtif le bengali siffleur
Boit, comme un sang doré, le jus des mangues mûres.
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Brothers

See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines
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James Weldon Johnson

James Weldon Johnson
Forbidden Fruit. Ii.

Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That 'heaven' is, to me.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A Girl's Garden

A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Spring And Autumn.

Every season hath its pleasures;
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn's soberer time.
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Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore
August Moon

Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
Save the steady flame of Mars.
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Miriam

One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Cross

'The cross, if rightly borne, shall be
No burden, but support to thee;'
So, moved of old time for our sake,
The holy monk of Kempen spake.
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
We Learned

The decorum of fire...
-- Pablo Neruda

We learned the decorum of fire,
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Erica Jong
Absence

Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,
Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool.

Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,
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Claude Mckay
The Gourd

As once for Jonah, so the Lord
To soothe and cheer my mournful hours,
Prepared for me a pleasing gourd,
Cool was its shade, and sweet its flow'rs.
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John Newton
In The Public Library

Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
At gleam of dawn. Impatient with herself
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Lesbia Harford