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A Stone For A Heart

The Broken and The Hurt
Walking in the pavements
The whole body shakin'
Eyes in undecided movements
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Demetrius White

Demetrius White
Sez You

When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,
And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat;
When your head is hot and aching, and the shadeless plain is wide,
And it's fifteen miles to water in the scrub the other side --
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
Not Mine

All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine
And to know such pretending is disgraceful.
But what can I do? Suppose I suddenly screamed
And started to prophesy. No one would hear me.
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Czeslaw Milosz
Notes For A Speech

African blues
does not know me. Their steps, in sands
of their own
land. A country
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Amiri Baraka
Cologne

In Kohln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Night Before

Look you, Dominie; look you, and listen!
Look in my face, first; search every line there;
Mark every feature,-chin, lip, and forehead!
Look in my eyes, and tell me the lesson
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Centenarian's Story

Give me your hand, old Revolutionary;
The hill-top is nigh but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;)
Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and extra years;
You can walk, old man, though your eyes are almost done;
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd Version)

July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell
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John Clare

John Clare
Paterson

What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money?
How much can I make by cutting my hair? If I put new heels on my shoes,
bathe my body reeking of masturbation and sweat, layer upon layer of excrement
dried in employment bureaus, magazine hallways, statistical cubicles, factory stairways,
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Allen Ginsberg
Trees

But a tree has
a long suffering shapeIs
spread in half
by 2 limbed fate
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Jack Kerouac
Sonnet V

A tide of beauty with returning May
Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume
Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom
The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay.
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
The Rhymer's Reply. Incense And Splendor

Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
Though I do naught, High Heaven comes down to me,
And future ages pass in tall review.
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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay
J'k. Huysmans

A flickering glimmer through a window-pane,
A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass,
Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet
Across uneven pavements sunk in slime
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
The Sorrowful Fate Of Bartholomew Jones

Bartholemew Jones made his money in mines,
And although he has left us his fame still shines
As a man who was knowing in various lines.
It wasn't his line to write or to spell,
.....

William Gay
In A Breath

To the Williamson Brothers

High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue
asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors.
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Words For Departure

Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,
The window-sills were wet from rain in the night,
Birds scattered and settled over chimneypots
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Louise Bogan
The Little Old-fashioned Church

ight-backed and plain,
Where the sunbeams to worship came in through the windows that bore not a stain,
And the choir was composed of the good folks who toiled week-days in meadow and lane;

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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
I Dare Not Leave The Splendid Town

I dare not leave the splendid town
To go where morning meadows are,
For somewhere here the Future's hid
In factory, shop, or liquor bar.
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Lesbia Harford
Song Of The Wheelman

Over my desk in a dark office bending.
Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day;
But when the afternoon draws toward an ending,
Here waits my steel steed-I mount, and away!
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Mater Triumphalis

Mother of man's time-travelling generations,
Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,
God above all Gods worshipped of all nations,
Light above light, law beyond law, thou art.
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Algernon Charles Swinburne
About These Poems

On winter pavements I will pound
Them down with glistening glass and sun,
Will let the ceiling hear their sound,
Damp corners-read them, one by one.
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
A Spring Sonnet

Last night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Of wakened birds settling their restless wings;
The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
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Arthur Henry Adams
The Fallen Spire [a Flemish Village]

THE spire is gone, that slept for centuries,
Mirrored among the lilies, calm and low:
And now the water holds but empty skies,
Through which the rivers of the thunder flow.
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Herbert Asquith
From Early Dawn The Thirtieth Of April...

From early dawn the thirtieth of April
Is given up to children of the town,
And caught in trying on the festive necklace,
By dusk it only just is settling down.
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
Hermann And Dorothea - Iii. Thalia

THE BURGHERS.

THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
But the father continued precisely as he had begun it
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Rise, O Days

RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer
sweep!
Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave
me;
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
A Proadway Pageant

OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Sing Of The Banner At Day-break

POET.

O A new song, a free song,
Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Chant D'automne (song Of Autumn)

I

Bientôt nous plongerons dans les froides ténèbres;
Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts!
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Centerarian's Story

GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary;
The hill-top is nigh--but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;)
Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and
extra years;
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
To The Driving Cloud

Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas;
Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name thou hast taken!
Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket, I see thee stalk through the city's
Narrow and populous streets, as once by the margin of rivers
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Things Mortal Still Mutable

Things are uncertain; and the more we get,
The more on icy pavements we are set.


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Robert Herrick
City Nightfall

SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone lips
Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends.
Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bends
To kiss corruption, so fabulous her pity.
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Kenneth Slessor
Macleay Street And Red Rock Lane

Macleay Street looks to Mosman,
Across the other side,
With brave asphalted pavements
And roadway clean and wide.
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
Companions

The bread that's broken when we eat together
Tastes sweet. A sunbeam stealing to your hand
Seems as if spilled from something brimming over
Within me, wanting no word, or itself
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Robert Laurence Binyon
A Street Of Ghosts

The drowsy day, with half-closed eyes,
Dreams in this quaint forgotten street,
That, like some old-world wreckage, lies,
Left by the sea's receding beat,
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
In Town

Out of work and out of money,out of friends that means, you bet,
Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debt,
And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,
And the maddening repetition of the suffocating streets.
.....

Edward Dyson
Bad Dreams Iii

This was my dream: I saw a Forest
Old as the earth, no track nor trace
Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explorest,
Though in a trembling rapture, space
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Bothie Of Tober-na-vuolich - Iv

A Long-Vacation Pastoral


IV
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Arthur Hugh Clough

Arthur Hugh Clough
A Street Of Ghosts.

The drowsy day, with half-closed eyes,
Dreams in this quaint forgotten street,
That, like some old-world wreckage, lies,
Left by the sea's receding beat,
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
Hermann And Dorothea. In Nine Cantos. - Iii. Thalia.

THE BURGHERS.

Thus did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
But the father continued precisely as he had begun it
.....

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Builders Of Ruins

We build with strength the deep tower-wall
That shall be shattered thus and thus.
And fair and great are court and hall,
But how fair--this is not for us,
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Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell
The Emigration To New Zealand

Iâ??ve just received a letter from a chum in Maoriland,
Heâ??s working down in Auckland where he days heâ??s doing grand,
The climateâ??s cooler there, but hearts are warmer, says my chum,
He sends the passage money, and he says Iâ??d better come.
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
A Dream

I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."
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Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson
My Sad Self

To Frank Oâ??Hara

Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
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Allen Ginsberg
The Lighted Window

He said:

"In the winter dusk
When the pavements were gleaming with rain,
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Sara Teasdale
A Broadway Pageant

Over the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
.....
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
A Brook In The City

The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Unfortunate

Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind;
Saying, “She is most wise, patient and kind.
Between the small hands folded in her lap
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Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke