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Dancing Shadows

Dancing shadows

Like a dream I found you
And you found me
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Maite Lemekwane
Cosmopolitan

While it flawlessly divines itself during the shine and the rain,
All the while it stands boldly upright;
Keeping the thought of being colossal away,
While people are trying to bring it down;
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Siya Mulge
Rain On Me

Dry as a dessert i am
Would you rain on me once again
I chased you down the dark corridor
I couldn't find you
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Maite Lemekwane
A Servant To Servants

I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
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Robert Frost
Rain

The fall comes slowly down,
Water in lagoon,creek hued brown.

It is deity gifted,
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Mohd Saqib
Life

I am just like a drop of the rain,
That success I always gain.
To live a meaningful life is main,
My dreams are long like a train.
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Saiyam Sharma
Timeless Beauty.

Summer comes with beautiful scenery,
Mother Earth shed her dress to turn green,
Flowers bloom to bear fruits to
Lose Her beauty in time.
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Norbu Dorji
Suicide Note

SUICIDE NOTE
Part 1
Because of my cross, I find this life a misery
Like every cast in this dramatic adventure
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Okey Nwande
Rain

The sky is now cloudy
The wind has started to blow up
The birds are flying away in their homes
The tunder is ringing now
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Océane Malongo
Part Of You

It's a sorry from my heart to you,
i tried my best but could never be a part of you.
it all started well,
we knew each other as well,
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Faded Black
Rainy Dream

It was raining when I saw you.
You were standing beside me.
You looked at me, I looked at you too.
You smiled at me and I smiled at you too.
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Chonto Monto
It Weeps In My Heart

Il pleut doucement sur la ville.-ARTHUR RIMBAUD


It weeps in my heart
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Paul Verlaine
Walt Whitman

I

I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
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Walt Whitman
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
Cloony The Clown

I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
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Shel Silverstein
Take For Example This

Take for example this:

if to the colour of midnight
to a more than darkness(which
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E. E. Cummings
Trapped Dingo

So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red
your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,
they crushed out your throat the terrible song
you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying
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Judith Wright
Extreme Orient

A barge adrift the Perfumed River-
reclining beneath a parasol
is the courtesan Tigress waving her fan
-barge floats past village and pagoda,
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S. K. Kelen
As The Poems Go

As the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
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Charles Bukowski
The Last Days

The russet leaves of the sycamore
Lie at last on the valley floor-
By the autumn wind swept to and fro
Like ghosts in a tale of long ago.
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George Sterling
Mekong

Happy Viet Cong and their children
live now on the Mekong Delta-cone hats
smiles-motors' chug is the river's heartbeat
and the river here's deep and wide as the sea.
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S. K. Kelen
O’connor Ridge

Remember back in the early sixties
The ridge was a scrap metal dump
Wasteland without a decent tree-
At the periphery workshops recycled
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S. K. Kelen
The Spheres

I

The sun is burning a hole in your pocket
and though very slowly you are making
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S. K. Kelen
The New Moon

Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole -
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Sara Teasdale
The Foolish Harebell

A harebell hung her wilful head:
“I am tired, so tired! I wish I was dead.”

She hung her head in the mossy dell:
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George Macdonald
Mag

I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.
I wish we never bought a license and a white dress
For you to get married in the day we ran off to a minister
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Carl Sandburg
Smith, Of The Third Oregon, Dies

Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,
And green, with little singings in the grass,
And pheasants flying,
Gold, green and red,
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Mary Carolyn Davies
Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep
Without identity,
And never care how rain may steep,
Or snow may cover me!
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Emily Brontë
The Song Of The Ungirt Runners

We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
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Charles Hamilton Sorley
Bright, O Bright Fedalma

Maiden crowned with glossy blackness,
Lithe as panther forest-roaming,
Long-armed Naiad when she dances
On a stream of ether floating,
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George Eliot
Window Rain

The lighting that breaks through my room ,
I can smell it , in mills away ,
The burning coffee in heaven ,
The aroma ,breaks through my nose ,
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Joseph Nwakushabeni
Night: San Francisco

Rain drenches the patio stones.
All night was spent waiting
for an earthquake, and instead

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Deborah Ager
The Lake

The yard half a yard,
half a lake blue as a corpse.
The lake will tell things you long to hear:
get away from here.
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Deborah Ager
The Tortoise In Keystone Heights

When I knew, it was raining.
Winter in decline. I was tired.
You in your soaked shirt diffused
into the western sky bulging with clouds,
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Deborah Ager
The Fall Of Rome

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.
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W. H. Auden
The Two

You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
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W. H. Auden
Under Which Lyre

A REACTIONARY TRACT FOR THE TIMES

(Phi Beta Kappa Poem, Harvard, 1946)

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W. H. Auden
The Best Thing In The World

What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Porphyria’s Lover

The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
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Robert Browning
The Englishman In Italy

(PIANO DI SORRENTO.)

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

An Old Story

I

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Robert Browning
A Line-storm Song

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
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Robert Frost
A Patch Of Old Snow

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
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Robert Frost
Acquainted With The Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

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Robert Frost
Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
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Robert Frost
The Blueberries

“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
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Robert Frost
My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
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Robert Frost
On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations

You'll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
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Robert Frost
One Step Backward Taken

Not only sands and gravels
Were once more on their travels,
But gulping muddy gallons
Great boulders off their balance
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Robert Frost
The Bonfire

“Oh, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves,
As reckless as the best of them to-night,
By setting fire to all the brush we piled
With pitchy hands to wait for rain or snow.
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Robert Frost
The Generations Of Men

A governor it was proclaimed this time,
When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire
Ancestral memories might come together.
And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow,
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Robert Frost
To The Thawing Wind

Come with rain. O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
make the settled snowbank steam;
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Robert Frost
A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paolo And Francesca

As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
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John Keats
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats
Endymion: Book Ii

O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:
For others, good or bad, hatred and tears
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John Keats
Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats
Endymion: Book Iv

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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John Keats
Hyperion: Book Ii

Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
Hyperion slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd.
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John Keats
The Eve Of St. Agnes

St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
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John Keats
Sonnet 014: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy-
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
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William Shakespeare