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If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way

If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again-
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
I Saw Him

I saw him leaning on a tree
Wine shirt blue jean
Perfectly shaped hair perky lips
He smelled like Prince charming in my fairy tale
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Joy Osereme
Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
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
Interim

The room is full of you!-As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!-
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Solitaire

WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city,
And sifts down between the uneven roofs,
My mind begins to peek and peer.
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
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Amy Lowell
What Wor It?

What wor it made me love thee, lass?
Aw connot tell;
Aw know it worn't for thi brass; -
Tho' poor misel
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John Hartley
Young Mother

Her baby was so full of glee,
And through the day
It laughed and babbled on her knee
In happy play.
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Robert Service
Address To The Devil

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

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Robert Burns
How I Met Your Mother(sandawana)

With my boys from the hood
we had met her at club three-one
a couple of weeks after her release from the correctional services,
we didn't care she was an ex-convict,
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Francis Ngwenya
Love Lies Bleeding

You call it, "Love lies bleeding," so you may,
Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops,
As we have seen it here from day to day,
From month to month, life passing not away:
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William Wordsworth
Love

Love
Truth went forth on a search one day
I For the source of love that he might say
He had found its depth and its breadth for aye.
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Edgar Albert Guest
Timble Tack

He came without an invitation
Lying under the stairs
As if waiting for my permission
Was scared and cold the first time I took him in hand.
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Deepali Pathak
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
Late October Woods

Clumped in the shadow of the beech,
In whose brown top the crows are loud,
Where, every side, great briers reach
And cling like hands, the beechdrops crowd
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Madison Julius Cawein
Medusa

Turned to a monster
But not a boaster
With one look
You turn to stone
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Amen Ahabue
Depression Before Spring

The cock crows
But no queen rises.

The hair of my blonde
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Wallace Stevens
Childhood Days

Again want to enjoy all these views
B/c now realized how precious chilhood is.

Again want to be child
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Vansh Lalwani
Dead Ringer

He resembles! He resembles quite like him.

The first day i light my sight on him, i can explicitly see 'him'.

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Sakshi Singh
Forest Fire

Of late I have begun to feel a hunger
To take in with greed, like a forest fire that
Consumes and with each killing gains a wilder,
Brighter charm, all that comes my way. Bald child in
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Kamala Das
Why I Killed Sandawana

Or should i scream!
here in the kitchen the sound of steam
feels like a sting
iam a man of steel
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Francis Ngwenya
Song Of Myself

1
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
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Walt Whitman
Cinderella

Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;
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Robert Service
A Journey On Flooded Ways

I flushed my legs daring the cold
The bus had stopped and skies were gold
My feet became pedals cycling
But slow repelled by winds blowing
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Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim
Jessie Cameron

“Jessie, Jessie Cameron,
Hear me but this once,” quoth he.
“Good luck go with you, neighbor's son,
But I'm no mate for you,” quoth she.
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Christina Rossetti
The Congo

A Study of the Negro Race


I. Their Basic Savagery
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Vachel Lindsay
Note To Dad

There is a new one called Bob, or is it Rob.
His face is round just like a door knob.
He has a mop of hair that looks like a mob.
Although he is not, he acts like a snob.
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Gabriel Mapati
The Sunshine Cat

They did this to her, the men who know her, the man
She loved, who loved her not enough, being selfish
And a coward, the husband who neither loved nor
Used her, but was a ruthless watcher, and the band
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Kamala Das
A Fable

A raven, while with glossy breast
Her new-laid eggs she fondly press'd,
And, on her wicker-work high mounted,
Her chickens prematurely counted
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William Cowper
Waring

I

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

Say, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil,
With Violet blue;
Since you have seen the beauty of my saint,
And eke her view;
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John Reynolds
The River-merchant's Wife: A Letter

After Li Po

While my hair was still cut straight
across my forehead
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Ezra Pound
Life Doesn't Frighten Me

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all

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Maya Angelou
My Namesake

Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.

You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Do Not Shed A Tear

DO NOT SHED A TEAR

I shall fight alone, all alone--
The battle against my Satan,
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Mohammad Younus
The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is wound in mine,
She has the form of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,
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Paul Eluard
The Vampire

A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you and I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
(We called her the woman who did not care),
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Rudyard Kipling
The Winner

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool,
And I knew that if I hit him right, I could knock him off that stool.
But everybody said, 'Watch out, that's Tiger Man McCool.
He's had a whole lot of fights, and he always come out the winner.
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Shel Silverstein
Any Wife To Any Husband

I

My love, this is the bitterest, that thou
Who art all truth and who dost love me now
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Robert Browning
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.
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William Shakespeare
Is This Democracy

*IS THIS DEMOCRACY?*

Even in the mist of griefs and pains,
When the story shall be divulged,
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Paciolo Pen Saint
Her Tin Skin

,
resistant, cupped, no, cocked
in the V of her elbow. i want
my curves mountainous
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Evie Shockley
Some Of The Demon And Some Of The Angel

2 eyes, 2 nostrils, one face
does not make us all the same
Eye colour or size
does not define your life
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Fihaal
The Fall Of Jock Gillespie

This fell when dinner-time was done --
'Twixt the first an' the second rub --
That oor mon Jock cam' hame again
To his rooms ahist the Club.
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Rudyard Kipling
When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted

When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died
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Rudyard Kipling
The Waste Land

‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis
vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:
Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.'

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T. S. Eliot
Summer

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover's breast;
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John Clare
Mayakovsky

1
My heart's aflutter!
I am standing in the bath tub
crying. Mother, mother
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Frank O'hara
A Little Snow Was Here And There

1444

A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair-
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Emily Dickinson
Helen In Egypt

Helen herself seems almost ready for this sacrifice
-at least, for the immolation of
herself before this greatest love of Achilles,

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H. D.