SALUTE POEMS

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The African Child

Oh! African child
Today is your day
We all gathered
To celebrate you
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Do Not Kill Me I Will Die

Do Not Kill Me I will die

I am Anikulapo
Death in my pouch
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
The Cuckoo-clock

Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,
By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell,
How far off yet a glimpse of morning light,
And if to lure the truant back be well,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
One Day ( Like August 5)

One Day
Though it may be years unknown
We shall over come
And our land will be free
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Gone But Not Forgotten

They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
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Kareem Azeez

Kareem Azeez
Vallabhbhai Patel

I remember the story of that great person
who fought for our freedom and was great,
who was against the partition
but not against the Muslim .
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Ankit Patel

Ankit Patel
African Woman

Womanhood is a pride
Tied around her waist
To package her mountain
In her little boubou;
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Dauda Tholley

Dauda Tholley
A Blue Valentine

(For Aline)


Monsignore,
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Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer
The Flower And The Leaf: Or, The Lady In The Arbour.[1]

A VISION.


Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,
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John Dryden

John Dryden
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
Variations On The Word Love

This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
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Margaret Atwood
The Wind In A Frolic

The wind one morning sprang up from sleep,
Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap!
Now for a madcap, galloping chase!
I'll make a commotion in every place!”
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William Howitt

William Howitt
On Tea

Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her bays;
Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise.
The best of Queens, and best of herbs, we owe
To that bold nation, which the way did show
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Edmund Waller

Edmund Waller
Father Felipe

I speak not the English well, but Pachita,
She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha?
Eh, little rogue? Come, salute me the stranger
Americano.
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Bret Harte

Bret Harte
To A Common Prostitute

Be composed-be at ease with me-I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature;
Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you;
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you,
do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Salutation The Second

You were praised, my books,
because I had just come from the country;
I was twenty years behind the times
so you found an audience ready.
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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
Solomon

As thro' the Psalms from theme to theme I chang'd,
Methinks like Eve in Paradice I rang'd;
And ev'ry grace of song I seem'd to see,
As the gay pride of ev'ry season, she.
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Thomas Parnell

Thomas Parnell
A Coin

Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
Partners in the mist.

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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Report To Crazy Horse

All the Sioux were defeated. Our clan
got poor, but a few got richer.
They fought two wars. I did not
take part. No one remembers your vision
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William Stafford
The Fallen Subaltern

The starshells float above, the bayonets glisten;
We bear our fallen friend without a sound;
Below the waiting legions lie and listen
To us, who march upon their burial-ground.
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Herbert Asquith
Another

Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone,
The silent night's the fittest time for moan;
But stay this once, unto my suit give ear,
And tell my griefs in either hemisphere.
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Anne Bradstreet
To Morning

O holy virgin! clad in purest white,
Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth;
Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light
Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring
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William Blake

William Blake
Salut Au Monde

O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
Each answering all--each sharing the earth with all.
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Malmaison

I

How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there,
beyond the high wall! How quietly the Seine runs in loops and windings,
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
The Corn-stalk Fiddle

When the corn 's all cut and the bright stalks shine
Like the burnished spears of a field of gold;
When the field-mice rich on the nubbins dine,
And the frost comes white and the wind blows cold;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
To Penhurst

Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show
Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a row
Of polished pillars, or a roof of gold;
Thou hast no lantern, whereof tales are told,
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Ben Jonson

Ben Jonson
In Memoriam-rev. J. J. Lyons

ROSH-HASHANAH, 5638.

The golden harvest-tide is here, the corn
Bows its proud tops beneath the reaper's hand.
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
The Odyssey: Book 10

Thence we went on to the Aeoli island where lives Aeolus son of
Hippotas, dear to the immortal gods. It is an island that floats (as
it were) upon the sea, iron bound with a wall that girds it. Now,
Aeolus has six daughters and six lusty sons, so he made the sons marry
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Homer
Of Nearness To Her Sundered Things

607

Of nearness to her sundered Things
The Soul has special times-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Ressurection

Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul
Shallâ??though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshlyâ??be
Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard or foul,
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John Donne

John Donne
The Tourist

Lo! carpet-bag and bagger occupy the land,
And prove the touring season actively begun;
His personnel and purpose can none misunderstand,
For each upon his frontlet bears his honest brand-
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Hattie Howard
States!

STATES!
Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers?
By an agreement on a paper? Or by arms?

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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
From Monte Pincio

Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,
Radiant colors from heaven are beaming
Life's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;-
Glory in death o'er the mountains is spread.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Odyssey: Book 08

Now when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared,
Alcinous and Ulysses both rose, and Alcinous led the way to the
Phaecian place of assembly, which was near the ships. When they got
there they sat down side by side on a seat of polished stone, while
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Homer
The Lover's Morning Salute To His Mistress.

Tune - "Deil tak the Wars."


I.
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Success

Oft have I brooded on defeat and pain,
The pathos of the stupid, stumbling throng.
These I ignore to-day and only long
To pour my soul forth in one trumpet strain,
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Song - Stay, Phoebus, Stay!

Stay, Phoebus, stay!
The world to which you fly so fast,
Conveying day
From us to them, can pay your haste
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Edmund Waller

Edmund Waller
Phillis, Or, The Progress Of Love

Desponding Phillis was endu'd
With ev'ry Talent of a Prude,
She trembled when a Man drew near;
Salute her, and she turn'd her Ear:
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Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
The Ides Of March

Fear grandeurs, O soul.
And if you cannot overcome
your ambitions, pursue them with hesitation
and caution. And the more you advance,
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Constantine P. Cavafy
The Big Top

The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart
And I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay.
I take off my hat to the acrobat with his delicate, strong art,
And the motley mirth of the chalk-faced clown drives all my care away.
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Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer
To The Daisy

IN youth from rock to rock I went
From hill to hill in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,
Most pleased when most uneasy;
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
John Ericsson Day Memorial, 1918

INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the dark and the cold and when he comes back to his people he brings fire in his hands and they remember him in the years afterward as the fire bringer-they remember or forget-the man whose head kept singing to the want of his home, the want of his people.

For this man there is no name thought of-he has broken from jungles and the old oxen and the old wagons-circled the earth with ships-belted the earth with steel-swung with wings and a drumming motor in the high blue sky-shot his words on a wireless way through shattering sea storms:-out from the night and out from the jungles his head keeps singing-there is no road for him but on and on.

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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
The Armada

Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;
I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days,
When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain
The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
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Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Dion

. See Plutarch.
Serene, and fitted to embrace,
Where'er he turned, a swan-like grace
Of haughtiness without pretence,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Social Glass

AIRâ??'Rossen the Beau.'


COME fill up the glass, and tho' never
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Joseph Skipsey
So Long

TO conclude--I announce what comes after me;
I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the
present, depart.

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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
A Billet Doux

My brightest hopes are mix'd with tears,
Like hues of light and gloom;
As when mid sun-shine rain appears,
Love rises with a thousand fears,
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George Moses Horton
The Last Salute

In a far field, away from England, lies
A boy I friended with a care like love;
All day the wide earth aches, the keen wind cries,
The melancholy clouds drive on above.
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Robert Nichols
Out Of Rhe Rolling Ocean, The Crowd

Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Christmas Carols

1.

Whoso hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest,
Hears a sound like Angels chanting in their glee,
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti