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Midnight—september 19, 1881 by John Boyle O’Reilly

Midnight—september 19, 1881 by John Boyle O’Reilly

DEATH OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD. ONCE in a lifetime, we may see the veil Tremble and lift, that hides symbolic things; The Spirit's vision, when the senses fail, Sweeps the ...

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Implications Of One Plus One by Marge Piercy

Implications Of One Plus One by Marge Piercy

Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth and raising tons of rock into jagged crests of ...

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For The Young Who Want To by Marge Piercy

For The Young Who Want To by Marge Piercy

Talent is what they say you have after the novel is published and favorably reviewed. Beforehand what you have is a tedious delusion, a hobby like knitting. Work is what ...

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The Friend by Marge Piercy

The Friend by Marge Piercy

We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch me. I said yes. Food grew cold on the table. he said, burn your ...

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To The Pay Toilet by Marge Piercy

To The Pay Toilet by Marge Piercy

You strop my anger, especially when I find you in restaurant or bar and pay for the same liquid, coming and going. In bus depots and airports and turnpike plazas some woman is ...

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What Are Big Girls Made Of? by Marge Piercy

What Are Big Girls Made Of? by Marge Piercy

The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe. She is manufactured like a sports sedan. She is ...

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Colors Passing Through Us by Marge Piercy

Colors Passing Through Us by Marge Piercy

Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh. Every ...

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Belly Good by Marge Piercy

Belly Good by Marge Piercy

A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrots make lumpy stacks, but you are sleek as a seal hauled out in ...

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Where A Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Where A Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

On alien ground, breathing an alien air, A Roman stood, far from his ancient home, And gazing, murmured, 'Ah, the hills are fair,
But not the hills of Rome!' Descendant of a ...

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When My Love Did What I Would Not, What I Would Not by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

When My Love Did What I Would Not, What I Would Not by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

When my love did what I would not, what I would not, I could hear his merry voice upon the wind, Crying, "e;Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not. Love is blind!" ...

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An Insincere Wish Addressed To A Beggar by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

An Insincere Wish Addressed To A Beggar by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

We are not near enough to love, I can but pity all your woe; For wealth has lifted me above, And falsehood set you down below. If you were true, we still might be Brothers ...

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Affection by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Affection by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

The earth that made the rose, She also is thy mother, and not I. The flame wherewith thy maiden spirit glows Was lighted at no hearth that I sit by. I am as far below as ...

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Between Going And Coming by Octavio Paz

Between Going And Coming by Octavio Paz

Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in stillness rocks. All is visible and all ...

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As One Listens To The Rain by Octavio Paz

As One Listens To The Rain by Octavio Paz

Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, the day is still leaving, the ...

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God, A Poem by James Fenton

God, A Poem by James Fenton

A nasty surprise in a sandwich, A drawing-pin caught in your sock, The limpest of shakes from a hand which You'd thought would be firm as a rock, A serious mistake in a ...

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Wind by James Fenton

Wind by James Fenton

This is the wind, the wind in a field of corn. Great crowds are fleeing from a major disaster Down the green valleys, the long swaying wadis, Down through the beautiful ...

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A German Requiem by James Fenton

A German Requiem by James Fenton

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down. It is not the houses. It is the spaces in between the houses. It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that ...

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In Paris With You by James Fenton

In Paris With You by James Fenton

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two. I'm one of your talking wounded. I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded. But I'm in Paris ...

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Expect Nothing by Alice Walker

Expect Nothing by Alice Walker

Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Take only enough Stop short of urge to plead Then purge ...

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An Evening Thought by Jupiter Hammon

An Evening Thought by Jupiter Hammon

Salvation comes by Jesus Christ alone, The only Son of God; Redemption now to every one, That love his holy Word. Dear Jesus we would fly to Thee, And leave off every Sin, ...

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A Poem For Children With Thoughts On Death by Jupiter Hammon

A Poem For Children With Thoughts On Death by Jupiter Hammon

O ye young and thoughtless youth, Come seek the living God, The scriptures are a sacred truth, Ye must believe the word. Tis God alone can make you wise, His wisdom's from ...

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An Address To Miss Phillis Wheatly by Jupiter Hammon

An Address To Miss Phillis Wheatly by Jupiter Hammon

O, come you pious youth: adore The wisdom of thy God. In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word. Thou mightst been left behind, Amidst a dark abode; ...

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A Dialogue, Intitled, The Kind Master And The Dutiful Servant by Jupiter Hammon

A Dialogue, Intitled, The Kind Master And The Dutiful Servant by Jupiter Hammon

Master. Come my servant, follow me, According to thy place; And surely God will be with thee, And send the heav'nly grace. Servant. Dear Master, I will follow thee, ...

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Request To A Year by Judith Wright

Request To A Year by Judith Wright

If the year is meditating a suitable gift, I should like it to be the attitude of my great- great- grandmother, legendary devotee of the arts, who having eight children and ...

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Naked Girl And Mirror by Judith Wright

Naked Girl And Mirror by Judith Wright

This is not I. I had no body once- only what served my need to laugh and run and stare at stars and tentatively dance on the fringe of foam and wave and sand and sun. Eyes ...

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Drought Year by Judith Wright

Drought Year by Judith Wright

That time of drought the embered air burned to the roots of timber and grass. The crackling lime-scrub would not bear and Mooni Creek was sand that year. The dingo's cry was ...

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The Wooden Doll And The Wax Doll by Ann Taylor

The Wooden Doll And The Wax Doll by Ann Taylor

THERE were two friends, a very charming pair, Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair; And she to love Brunette did constantly incline, Nor less did Brunette love sweet ...

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The Art of Losing by Tishani Doshi

The Art of Losing by Tishani Doshi

It begins with the death of the childhood pet - the dog who refuses to eat for days, the bird or fish found sideways, dead. And you think the hole in the universe, caused ...

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Find the Poets by Tishani Doshi

Find the Poets by Tishani Doshi

I arrived in a foreign land yesterday, a land that has seen troubles, (who hasn't, you might say?) This land with its scrubbed white houses and blue seas, where ...

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Contract by Tishani Doshi

Contract by Tishani Doshi

Dear Reader, I agree to turn my skin inside out, to reinvent every lost word, to burnish, to steal, to do what I must in order to singe your lungs. I will forgo happiness ...

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Aj, Age 15 by Tishani Doshi

Aj, Age 15 by Tishani Doshi

I once chased my brother Down to the edge of the sea. We ran past sheets and towels Spread like sky on the beach, Between strips of cloth, Drying chilli and tamarind. Past ...

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Some People Have No Respect For Our Belief by Lionel Fogarty

Some People Have No Respect For Our Belief by Lionel Fogarty

Jesus I learned you lived and lived Jesus we heard you died and die Jesus I see them painting of you so white Jesus I hear them sing, you lackey of God they sang. Jesus I know ...

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Quick Sing (Translation) by Lionel Fogarty

Quick Sing (Translation) by Lionel Fogarty

I can see a lot of people coming little black baby you must respect the moon you must praise the sun you must seek love with the star. Little black baby hear your song: ...

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Manipulation Modifies Your Structures by Lionel Fogarty

Manipulation Modifies Your Structures by Lionel Fogarty

Verbal communication is what we like Verbal knowledge is what we like Reading ability in talking we like Our components of language is stronger Than criteria type trends Our ...

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Sanctification Of Love by Frank V. Gardner

Sanctification Of Love by Frank V. Gardner

Those lovers, young, may think they know, But they won't know the score, Until they're married twenty years, And then they add some more. Some lovers must experiment On ...

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Pope John, Ecumenical Man by Frank V. Gardner

Pope John, Ecumenical Man by Frank V. Gardner

Pope John is dead! The crowds go home, Their vigil's over now; Their prayers continue for the man Who simply showed them how. 'Pope John is dead, ' the headlines say, The ...

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Joseph Julian, Marine Corps Legend by Frank V. Gardner

Joseph Julian, Marine Corps Legend by Frank V. Gardner

One Joseph 'Rudy' Julian, A World War Two Marine, Was killed on Iwo Jima in a A most heroic scene. On Iwo Jima, forty-five, Where three Marine Divisions fought, The enemy ...

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He Knows What He’s Doing  by Frank V. Gardner

He Knows What He’s Doing by Frank V. Gardner

One day in March, my little girl and I had lunch together. We looked outside, across the lawn, and talked about the weather. The wind was strong; the cedar trees were in its ...

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Les Enfants Pauvres (Poor Little Children) by Victor Marie Hugo

Les Enfants Pauvres (Poor Little Children) by Victor Marie Hugo

Prenez garde à ce petit être ; Il est bien grand, il contient Dieu. Les enfants sont, avant de naître, Des lumières dans le ciel bleu. Dieu nous les offre en sa largesse ; ...

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La Fée Et La Péri (The Fay And The Peri) by Victor Marie Hugo

La Fée Et La Péri (The Fay And The Peri) by Victor Marie Hugo

I Enfants ! si vous mouriez, gardez bien qu'un esprit De la route des cieux ne détourne votre âme ! Voici ce qu'autrefois un vieux sage m'apprit : - Quelques démons, sauvés ...

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Depuis Quatre Mille Ans Il Tombait Dans L’Abîme by Victor Marie Hugo

Depuis Quatre Mille Ans Il Tombait Dans L’Abîme by Victor Marie Hugo

(Et nox facta est, I) Depuis quatre mille ans il tombait dans l'abîme. Il n'avait pas encor pu saisir une cime, Ni lever une fois son front démesuré. Il s'enfonçait dans ...

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Chanson Pour Faire Danser En Rond Les Petits Enfants by Victor Marie Hugo

Chanson Pour Faire Danser En Rond Les Petits Enfants by Victor Marie Hugo

Grand bal sous le tamarin. On danse et l'on tambourine. Tout bas parlent, sans chagrin, Mathurin à Mathurine, Mathurine à Mathurin. C'est le soir, quel joyeux train ! ...

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Chanson De Pirates (Pirates’ Song) by Victor Marie Hugo

Chanson De Pirates (Pirates’ Song) by Victor Marie Hugo

Nous emmenions en esclavage Cent chrétiens, pêcheurs de corail ; Nous recrutions pour le sérail Dans tous les moûtiers du rivage. En mer, les hardis écumeurs ! Nous allions ...

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C’Est La Nuit ; La Nuit Noire, Assoupie Et Profonde by Victor Marie Hugo

C’Est La Nuit ; La Nuit Noire, Assoupie Et Profonde by Victor Marie Hugo

C'est la nuit ; la nuit noire, assoupie et profonde. L'ombre immense élargit ses ailes sur le monde. Dans vos joyeux palais gardés par le canon, Dans vos lits de velours, de ...

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Au Point Du Jour, Souvent En Sursaut, Je Me Lève by Victor Marie Hugo

Au Point Du Jour, Souvent En Sursaut, Je Me Lève by Victor Marie Hugo

Au point du jour, souvent en sursaut, je me lève, Éveillé par l'aurore, ou par la fin d'un rêve, Ou par un doux oiseau qui chante, ou par le vent. Et vite je me mets au ...

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Ah! C’Est Un Rêve! Non! Nous N’Y Consentons Point  by Victor Marie Hugo

Ah! C’Est Un Rêve! Non! Nous N’Y Consentons Point by Victor Marie Hugo

Ah ! c'est un rêve ! non ! nous n'y consentons point. Dresse-toi, la colère au coeur, l'épée au poing, France ! prends ton bâton, prends ta fourche, ramasse Les pierres du ...

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Winter Seascape by John Betjeman

Winter Seascape by John Betjeman

The sea runs back against itself With scarcely time for breaking wave To cannonade a slatey shelf And thunder under in a cave. Before the next can fully burst The headwind, ...

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Westgate-On-Sea by John Betjeman

Westgate-On-Sea by John Betjeman

Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick the open Thanet sky. Happy bells of eighteen-ninety, Bursting ...

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Verses Turned… by John Betjeman

Verses Turned… by John Betjeman

Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes Pleads louder than the stirring oaks The ...

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Upper Lambourne by John Betjeman   

Upper Lambourne by John Betjeman  

  Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley breeze begun, Feathery ash, neglected elder, Shift the ...

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