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The Lanyard

The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room
bouncing from typewriter to piano
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
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Billy Collins
My King

Like a molten plastic I become
To stand straight I forget
Hoping I'm not misdemeanoring
For as a fool I don't want to be described
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Reneilwe Mathipa

Reneilwe Mathipa
Parliament Hill Fields

ale as china
The round sky goes on minding its business.
Your absence is inconspicuous;
Nobody can tell what I lack.
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Sylvia Plath
Threnody

THRENODY


Blame your Jesus for the sins on earth!
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John Chizoba Vincent

John Chizoba Vincent
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
Values '67

Pass by citizen
don't look left or right
Keep those drip dry eyes straight ahead
A tree? Chop it down- it's a danger
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Spike Milligan
Spelling

My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
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Margaret Atwood
The French Revolution As It Appeared To Enthusiasts At Its Commencement

Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!
For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood
Upon our side, we who were strong in love!
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Ang Tunay Na Lalaki Meets Barbie At The Shark Bar

on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night.
Her head sticks out of some woman-s tote bag
placed on top of the bar, she winks
at Ang Tunay na Lalaki. He looks at his gin and tonic,
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Nick Carbo
Thousand Star Hotel, Hanoi

I.

Over the road from the three star Galaxy Hotel is our hotel,
the old park on Phan Dinh Phung Street,
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S. K. Kelen
Vacation

When I asked my mother why they were called sand tarts,
she couldn't answer me-

perhaps this ravenous curiosity causes my brother
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Elizabeth Wilcox
Some Days

Some days I put the people in their places at the table,
bend their legs at the knees,
if they come with that feature,
and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.
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Billy Collins
The Cry Of A Lost Soul

In that black forest, where, when day is done,
With a snake's stillness glides the Amazon
Darkly from sunset to the rising sun,

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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Minstrel's Book - Song And Structure

LET the Greek his plastic clay

Mould in human fashion,
While his own creation may
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Unto Us...

Somewhere at some time
They committed themselves to me
And so, I was!
Small, but I WAS!
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Spike Milligan
Notes To My Nieces (or, Essays In Fortune-telling )

when i was younger, trees
were green, money was green, money
grew on trees, or trees grew up
and became money. now, money is clearly
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Evie Shockley
Fish

The cop holds me up like a fish;
he feels the huge bones
surrounding my eyes,
and he runs a thumb under them,
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Larry Levis
The Library

'Let there be light!' God spake of old,
And over chaos dark and cold,
And through the dead and formless frame
Of nature, life and order came.
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Crossing Nation

Under silver wing
San Francisco's towers sprouting
thru thin gas clouds,
Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure
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Allen Ginsberg
The Metamorphosis Of Plants

THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union

Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd;
any a name dost thou hear assign'd; one after another
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Mugging (i)

I
Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth streetâ??s duskâ??
Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood
Tonite at seven walked out past garbage cans chained to concrete anchors
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Allen Ginsberg
Toilet Seats

While I am emulating Keats
My brother fabrics toilet seats,
The which, they say, are works of art,
Aesthetic features of the mart;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
The Curse Of Minerva

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,
Along Morea's hills the setting Sun;
Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright,
But one unclouded blaze of living light;
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George Gordon Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
The Eolian Harp

(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire)

My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Fishermen

When three, he fished these lakes,
Curled sleeping on a lip of rock,
Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone flies,
Twitching as the strike of bass and snarling reel
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James A. Emanuel
How To Disappear Completely And Never Be Found

Icicles like ladies' fingernails
hang over the driveway, threatening
each day to fall.
The frost from last night's
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Elizabeth H. Nearing
Felpham: An Epistle To Henrietta Of Lavant.

Hail Felpham! Hail! in youth my favorite scene!
First in my heart of villages marine!
To me thy waves confirm'd my truest wealth,
My only parent's renovated health,
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William Hayley

William Hayley
The Meteorite

Among the hills a meteorite
Lies huge; and moss has overgrown,
And wind and rain with touches light
Made soft, the contours of the stone.
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Clive Staples Lewis
Gifts

“O World-God, give me Wealth!” the Egyptian cried.
His prayer was granted. High as heaven, behold
Palace and Pyramid; the brimming tide
Of lavish Nile washed all his land with gold.
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
To Contemplation

Thee do I own, the prompter of my joys,
The soother of my cares, inspiring peace;
And I will ne'er forsake thee. Men may rave,
And blame and censure me, that I don't tie
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Henry Kirk White
Toilet Seats

While I am emulating Keats
My brother fabrics toilet seats,
The which, they say, are works of art,
Aesthetic features of the mart;
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Robert William Service
Farewell To Brother Jonathan

Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the land
Of our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,
Who assumed all our rights as a favor to grant,
And whose smile ever covered the sting of a taunt;
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Anonymous Americas
Beach Glass

While you walk the water's edge,
turning over concepts
I can't envision, the honking buoy
serves notice that at any time
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Amy Clampitt
Composed At Clevedon, Somersetshire

My pensive Sara, thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown
With white-flowered jasmine and the broad-leaved myrtle
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Queen Mab: Part V.

'Thus do the generations of the earth
Go to the grave and issue from the womb,
Surviving still the imperishable change
That renovates the world; even as the leaves
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Part 10 Of Trout Fishing In America

WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING

IN AMERICA PEACE

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Richard Brautigan
Wrinkles

For Naomi Lazard

Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.
-- Naomi Lazard
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Erica Jong
At School-close

BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1877.

The end has come, as come it must
To all things; in these sweet June days
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Dunciad: Book I

The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings
The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings,
I sing. Say you, her instruments the great!
Called to this work by Dulness, Jove, and Fate;
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Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope
Solomon On The Vanity Of The World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Power. Book Iii.

The Argument
Solomon considers man through the several stages and conditions of life, and concludes, in general, that we are all miserable. He reflects more particularly upon the trouble and uncertainty of greatness and power; gives some instances thereof from Adam down to himself; and still concludes that All Is Vanity. He reasons again upon life, death, and a future being; finds human wisdom too imperfect to resolve his doubts; has recourse to religion; is informed by an angel what shall happen to himself, his family, and his kingdom, till the redemption of Israel; and, upon the whole, resolves to submit his inquiries and anxieties to the will of his Creator.

Come then, my soul: I call thee by that name,
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Matthew Prior

Matthew Prior
The Pleasures Of Imagination - The Second Book

When shall the laurel and the vocal string
Resume their honours? When shall we behold
The tuneful tongue, the Promethéan hand
Aspire to ancient praise? Alas! how faint,
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Mark Akenside

Mark Akenside
The Transparent Man

I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis,
And thank you very kindly for this visit--
Especially now when all the others here
Are having holiday visitors, and I feel
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Anthony Evan Hecht
The Prelude - Book Second

SCHOOL-TIME (continued)

Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Prelude - Book Eleventh

FRANCE (concluded)

From that time forth, Authority in France
Put on a milder face; Terror had ceased,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
In A Balcony

First part

Constance and Norbert

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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Pleasures Of Hope: Part 1

At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow
Spans with bright arch the glittering bills below,
Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?
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Thomas Campbell
Beauty

Am as lovely as a dream in stone,
And this my heart where each finds death in turn,
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As clay eternal and as taciturn.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Song And Structure.

Let the Greek his plastic clay

Mould in human fashion,
While his own creation may
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
The Curse Of Minerva.

- "Pallas te hoc vulnere, Pallas
Immolat, et poenam scelerato ex sanguine sumit."

Aeneid, lib. xii, 947, 948.
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George Gordon Byron
September On Jessore Road

Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts
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Allen Ginsberg