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Vestigia Quinque Retrorsum by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Vestigia Quinque Retrorsum by Oliver Wendell Holmes

AN ACADEMIC POEM1829-1879Read at the Commencement Dinner of the Alumni of HarvardUniversity, June 25, 1879.WHILE fond, sad memories all around us throng,Silence were sweeter than ...

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At The Saturday Club by Oliver Wendell Holmes

At The Saturday Club by Oliver Wendell Holmes

THIS is our place of meeting; oppositeThat towered and pillared building: look at it;King's Chapel in the Second George's day,Rebellion stole its regal name away,--Stone Chapel ...

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The Beauty In Flower by Hasmukh Amathalal

The Beauty In Flower by Hasmukh Amathalal

I watch keenly at beautiful flowersI dream in rainy showersOh God, the sweating in summerStill Like it so much even if not liked eitherI love to writeFor passion to igniteBring ...

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New Hampshire by Robert Frost

New Hampshire by Robert Frost

I met a lady from the South who said(You won't believe she said it, but she said it):'None of my family ever worked, or hadA thing to sell.' I don't suppose the workMuch matters. ...

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A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books by Robert Frost

A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books by Robert Frost

Old Davis owned a solid mica mountainIn Dalton that would someday make his fortune.There'd been some Boston people out to see it:And experts said that deep down in the mountainThe ...

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Her— by Emily Dickinson

Her— by Emily Dickinson

312Her—"last Poems"—Poets—ended—Silver—perished—w ith her Tongue—Not on Record—bubbled other,Flute—or Woman—So divine—Not unto its Summer—MorningRobin—uttered Half the Tune—Gushed ...

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Finis by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Finis by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays, Bright with the sunset's splendour.Summer and beauty over the lands ...

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The Princess (Part 4) by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 4) by Alfred Lord Tennyson

'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us down and rest;' and we Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices, By ...

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Horse Fiddle by Carl Sandburg

Horse Fiddle by Carl Sandburg

FIRST I would like to write for you a poem to be shouted in the teeth of a strong wind.Next I would like to write one for you to sit on a hill and read down the river valley on a ...

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Savoir Faire by Carl Sandburg

Savoir Faire by Carl Sandburg

CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king's street.Set the cast of me here alongside Carl XII, making two Carls for the Swedish people and the utlanders to look ...

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To The Miami by Paul Laurence Dunbar

To The Miami by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one!I love thee more for that thou changest not.When Winter comes with frigid blast,Or when the blithesome Spring is pastAnd Summer's here with ...

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Near Perigord by Ezra Pound

Near Perigord by Ezra Pound

IYou'd have men's hearts up from the dustAnd tell their secrets, Messire Cino,Rigkt enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Circ,Solve me the riddle, for you know the ...

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The Cambaroora Star by Henry Lawson

The Cambaroora Star by Henry Lawson

So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw; You are young and educated, and a clever chap you are, But ...

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Kaddish, Part I by Allen Ginsberg

Kaddish, Part I by Allen Ginsberg

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all ...

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Aurora Leigh (Excerpts) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Aurora Leigh (Excerpts) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I am like,They tell me, my dear father. Broader browsHowbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowthOf delicate features, -- paler, near as grave ;But then my mother's smile breaks ...

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Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee by James Whitcomb Riley

Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee by James Whitcomb Riley

Donn Piatt--of Mac-o-chee,--Not the one of History,Who, with flaming tongue and pen,Scathes the vanities of men;Not the one whose biting witCuts pretense and etches itOn the ...

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Little Jack Janitor by James Whitcomb Riley

Little Jack Janitor by James Whitcomb Riley

And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing faceRefreshingly; and, for a fleeting space,The ...

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Almon Keefer by James Whitcomb Riley

Almon Keefer by James Whitcomb Riley

Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and eyesWith their all-varying looks of pleased surpriseAnd ...

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The Old-Home Folks by James Whitcomb Riley

The Old-Home Folks by James Whitcomb Riley

Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of the five happy little Hoosier chapsInhabiting ...

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Poet- All In One by Gajanan Mishra

Poet- All In One by Gajanan Mishra

Poet has intellectPoet has wisdomPoet has truthPoet has self restraintPoet has joyPoet has sorrowPoet has austerity charityFame and reputationAnd poet writes poemsOn diverse ...

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Light To Society by Gajanan Mishra

Light To Society by Gajanan Mishra

1Please come and hold my handI have no strength to walk or stand.I am not poor and I am not in poverty, Think not so my dear, so long asI am reciting your name and fame andI am ...

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Tree Is Flying With The Birds by Gajanan Mishra

Tree Is Flying With The Birds by Gajanan Mishra

See, the tree is flyingWith the birdsThe water is fallingWith the stones.O poet, I am in search ofYour poems hereIn this terrified demonsAnd I feel delightedWith you in the mid ...

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Watermelon by Gajanan Mishra

Watermelon by Gajanan Mishra

Watermelon is a goodSummer breakfastLike my poemIn this life desert.Here I am to singHere the spring isTo welcome me.Day in and day outI am here with youYou are my mirrorAnd I am ...

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Trees by Joyce Kilmer

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And ...

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October by May Swenson

October by May Swenson

1 A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast. Anchored boats all head one way: north, where the wind comes ...

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The Hollow Leaves

The Hollow Leaves

Through the breeze A slight scent of mint The Summer didn't even make a dent In the column of cosmic debris Hollow leaves with colors that bleed In Autumn the colors turn ...

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DO I LOOK

DO I LOOK

When ur eyes past me ,, in the falling sun beam How do I look? Am I your good mornings? Does your brush stroke artifies my name? Do I look like the portrait of your ...

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Pitter-patter of Rain and Ecstasy of being Reborn!

Pitter-patter of Rain and Ecstasy of being Reborn!

The pitter-patter of rain falling on the glass panes of my window, come dawn, Welcome me to another beautiful day and experience the ecstasy of being reborn.  The ...

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of longings

of longings

  They pass oh! so swiftly The summer moon filled nights Of love should they be filled Yet, in yearning they linger   #GPC #PWO # (Kairvi) #(poem) #( Love ) #( ...

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I WOULD STILL BE A LEARNER – INTERVIEW WITH SIDDHARTH

I WOULD STILL BE A LEARNER – INTERVIEW WITH SIDDHARTH

  A short and crispy introduction about yourself. * To the outside world - A mechanical engineer To me and my closest dears - an aspiring poet and writer Fell in love ...

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