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Wind carves stone, stone's a cup of water, Leonard Cohen I Have Not Lingered in European Monasteries I have not lingered in European monasteries and discovered among the tall grasses tombs of knights who fell as beautifully as their ballads tell; Margaret Atwood Death of a Young Son by Drowning He, who navigated with success the dangerous river of his own birth once more set forth Edwin Arlington Robinson Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Anne Bradstreet The Author to Her Book Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Marjorie Pickthall Finis Give me a few more hours to pass With the mellow flower ofthe elm-bough falling, And then no more than the lonely grass And the birds calling. Give me a few more days to keep Gerard Manley Hopkins As Kingfishers Catch Fire As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Robert Desnos I’ve Dreamt of You So Often I've dreamt of you so often that you become unreal. Is there still time to reach this living body and to kiss on its mouth the birth of the voice so dear to me? Naomi Shihab Nye Famous The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds Jonathan Swift A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General His Grace! impossible! what dead! Of old age too, and in his bed! And could that mighty warrior fall? William Shakespeare Spring When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Raymond Knister Boy Remembers in the Field What if the sun comes out And the new furrows do not look smeared? This is April, and the sumach candles A. J. M. Smith The Lonely Land Cedar and jagged fir uplift sharp barbs against the gray Wallace Stevens Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. William Shakespeare Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to the marriage of true minds Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Anna Laetitia Barbauld The Rights of Woman Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right! Woman! too long degraded, scorned, oppressed; O born to rule in partial Law’s despite, bill bissett dont worry yr hair dont worry yr eyes dont worry yr brain man th snow is cummin th bright burds… Emily Brontë No Coward Soul Is Mine No coward soul is mine No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere I see Heaven’s glories shine T. S. Eliot La Figlia che Piange O quam te memorem virgo... Stand on the highest pavement of the stair — Lean on a garden urn — Emily Dickinson Wild Nights — Wild Nights! Wild Nights — Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Edgar Lee Masters Mrs. Kessler Mr. Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood on the corner talking politics, Alootook Ipellie Walking Both Sides of an Invisible Border It is never easy Walking with an invisible border Separating my left and right foot Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Charge of the Light Brigade I. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, Lorna Crozier Fear of Snakes The snake can separate itself from its shadow, move on ribbons of light, taste the air, the morning and the evening, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown Phyllis Webb The Days of the Unicorns I remember when the unicorns roved in herds through the meadow behind the cabin, and how they would Bliss Carman Lord of My Heart’s Elation Lord of my heart’s elation, Spirit of things unseen, Be thou my aspiration Edward Lear The Owl and the Pussy-Cat I The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, Lewis Carroll Jabberwocky ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, Wayne Keon howlin at the moon take the moon nd take a star when you don’t know who you are paint the picture in your hand nd roll on home take my fear nd take the hunger take my body Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese 24 Let the world’s sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm, And let us hear no sound of human strife Joy Kogawa Where There’s a Wall Where there’s a wall there’s a way through a gate or door. There’s even Jalal al-Din Rumi Great Intimacy It is like an exquisite spider web, this world, but I don't get trapped. I have ceased to tie the strings of one shoe to another in the morning, Ben Jonson Song to Celia Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, George Herbert The Pulley When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, “Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can. Raymond Antrobus Happy Birthday Moon Dad reads aloud. I follow his finger across the page. Sometimes his finger moves past words, tracing white space. He makes the Moon say something new every night to his deaf son who slurs his speech. Ward Maxwell grass grass is unusual it was invented by the Romans unlike most people grass stays where it grows if grass had gone to the moon it would be there today because grass looks luxurious Ben Jonson Song: To Celia Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; Lawrence Ferlinghetti Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15) Constantly risking absurdity … Language English