POEMS
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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To Laura (Mystery Of Reminiscence) by Friedrich Schiller

To Laura (Mystery Of Reminiscence) by Friedrich Schiller

Who and what gave to me the wish to woo thee-- Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee? Who made thy glances to my soul the link-- Who bade me burn thy very breath to ...

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The Vision Of Don Roderick by Sir Walter Scott

The Vision Of Don Roderick by Sir Walter Scott

Introduction. I. Lives there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire May rise distinguished o'er the din of war; Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre Who sung beleaguered ...

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The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Vi. by Sir Walter Scott

The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Vi. by Sir Walter Scott

I. O who, that shared them, ever shall forget The emotions of the spirit-rousing time, When breathless in the mart the couriers met, Early and late, at evening and at prime; ...

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The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Ii. – The Island by Sir Walter Scott

The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Ii. – The Island by Sir Walter Scott

I. At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, 'T is morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay, All Nature's children feel the matin spring Of life reviving, with reviving ...

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The Bridal Of Triermain by Sir Walter Scott

The Bridal Of Triermain by Sir Walter Scott

Introduction. I. Come Lucy! while 'tis morning hour The woodland brook we needs must pass; So, ere the sun assume his power, We shelter in our poplar bower, Where dew lies ...

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Rokeby: Canto Vi. by Sir Walter Scott

Rokeby: Canto Vi. by Sir Walter Scott

I. The summer sun, whose early power Was wont to gild Matilda's bower, And rouse her with his matin ray Her duteous orisons to pay, That morning sun has three times seen The ...

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Rokeby: Canto V. by Sir Walter Scott

Rokeby: Canto V. by Sir Walter Scott

I. The sultry summer day is done, The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire. Old Barnard's towers are purple ...

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Marmion: Canto V. – The Court by Sir Walter Scott

Marmion: Canto V. – The Court by Sir Walter Scott

I. The train has left the hills of Braid; The barrier guard have open made (So Lindesay bade) the palisade, That closed the tented ground; Their men the warders backward ...

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The Scout Toward Aldie by Herman Melville

The Scout Toward Aldie by Herman Melville

The cavalry-camp lies on the slope Of what was late a vernal hill, But now like a pavement bare- An outpost in the perilous wilds Which ever are lone and still; But Mosby's ...

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On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia by Herman Melville

On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia by Herman Melville

Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends-- Gold, yet a mind not unenriched had he Whom here low violets veil from eyes. But all these gifts transcended be: His ...

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An Uninscribed Monument On One Of The Battle-Fields Of The Wilderness by Herman Melville

An Uninscribed Monument On One Of The Battle-Fields Of The Wilderness by Herman Melville

Silence and solitude may hint (Whose home is in yon piney wood) What I, though tableted, could never tell-- The din which here befell, And striving of the multitude. The iron ...

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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Viii. by Coventry Patmore

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Viii. by Coventry Patmore

Preludes. I Life of Life What's that, which, ere I spake, was gone: So joyful and intense a spark That, whilst o'erhead the wonder shone, The day, before but dull, grew ...

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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Vi. by Coventry Patmore

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Vi. by Coventry Patmore

Preludes. I Perfect Love rare Most rare is still most noble found, Most noble still most incomplete; Sad law, which leaves King Love uncrown'd In this obscure, terrestrial ...

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The Victories Of Love. Book I by Coventry Patmore

The Victories Of Love. Book I by Coventry Patmore

I From Frederick Graham Mother, I smile at your alarms! I own, indeed, my Cousin's charms, But, like all nursery maladies, Love is not badly taken twice. Have you ...

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Beachy Head by Charlotte Smith

Beachy Head by Charlotte Smith

ON thy stupendous summit, rock sublime ! That o'er the channel rear'd, half way at sea The mariner at early morning hails, I would recline; while Fancy should go forth, And ...

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Sonnet Lxxvii. To The Insect Of The Gossamer by Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Lxxvii. To The Insect Of The Gossamer by Charlotte Smith

SMALL, viewless aeronaut, that by the line Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air Float'st on a sun beam--Living atom, where Ends thy breeze-guided voyage;--with what design, In ...

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Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns by Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns by Charlotte Smith

MUTE is thy wild harp, now, O bard sublime! Who, amid Scotia's mountain solitude, Great Nature taught to 'build the lofty rhyme,' And even beneath the daily pressure, rude, Of ...

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Sonnet Xxiii. By The Same. To The North Star. by Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Xxiii. By The Same. To The North Star. by Charlotte Smith

TO thy bright beams I turn my swimming eyes, Fair, favourite planet, which in happier days Saw my young hopes, ah, faithless hopes!--arise, And on my passion shed propitious ...

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Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns by Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns by Charlotte Smith

MUTE is thy wild harp, now, O bard sublime! Who, amid Scotia's mountain solitude, Great Nature taught to 'build the lofty rhyme,' And even beneath the daily pressure, rude, Of ...

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Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock by Robert Graves

Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock by Robert Graves

He had met hours of the clock he never guessed before- Dumb, dragging, mirthless hours confused with dreams and fear, Bone-chilling, hungry hours when the Gods sleep and snore, ...

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A Poison Tree by William Blake

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with ...

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The Tyger by William Blake

The Tyger by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of ...

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Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake

Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all ...

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Of Three Or Four In The Room by Yehuda Amichai

Of Three Or Four In The Room by Yehuda Amichai

Out of three or four in the room One is always standing at the window. Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns, The fires on the hills. And people who left whole Are ...

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