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by Paul Laurence Dunbar

DISTINCTION

"I am but clay," the sinner plead,
Who fed each vain desire.
"Not only clay," another said,
"But worse, for thou art mire."


by Walt Whitman

To You.

 STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you
 not speak to me? 
And why should I not speak to you?


by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Distinction

 "I am but clay," the sinner plead, 
Who fed each vain desire.
"Not only clay," another said, "But worse, for thou art mire.
"


by Friedrich von Schiller

Love And Desire

 Rightly said, Schlosser! Man loves what he has; what he has not, desireth;
None but the wealthy minds love; poor minds desire alone.


by William Blake

The Question Answered

 What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of gratified Desire.
What is it women do in men require? The lineaments of gratified Desire


by Robert Herrick

HIS REQUEST TO JULIA

 Julia, if I chance to die
Ere I print my poetry,
I most humbly thee desire
To commit it to the fire:
Better 'twere my book were dead,
Than to live not perfected.


by Omar Khayyam

If this life were indeed an empty play,

If this life were indeed an empty play,
Each day would be an 'lid of festal day,
And men might conquer all their hearts' desire,
Fearless of after penalties to pay!


by Omar Khayyam

Last night that idol who enchants my heart,

Last night that idol who enchants my heart,
With true desire to elevate my heart,
Gave me his cup to drink; when I refused,
He said, «Oh, drink to gratify my heart!»


by Omar Khayyam

Long time in wine and rose I took delight,

Long time in wine and rose I took delight,
But then my business never went aright;
Since wine could not accomplish my desire,
I have abandoned and forsworn it quite.


by Omar Khayyam

To prayer and fasting when my heart inclined,

To prayer and fasting when my heart inclined,
All my desire I surely hoped to find;
Alas! my purity is stained with wine,
My prayers are wasted like a breath of wind.


by Omar Khayyam

O wheel of heaven, you thwart my heart's desire,

O wheel of heaven, you thwart my heart's desire,
And rend to shreds my scanty joy's attire,
The water that I drink you foul with earth,
And turn the very air I breathe to fire!


by Omar Khayyam

Whate'er thou doest, never grieve thy brother,

Whate'er thou doest, never grieve thy brother,
Nor kindle fumes of wrath his peace to smother;
Dost thou desire to taste eternal bliss,
Vex thine own heart, but never vex another!


by Omar Khayyam

If I drink wine 'tis not for mere desire; nor for the

If I drink wine 'tis not for mere desire; nor for the
rousing of the mob or insult to the Faith. No, 'tis for a
passing knowledge of relief from self. No other motive
could enwreath the cup.


by Omar Khayyam

The day when I shall know myself no more, and when

The day when I shall know myself no more, and when
they will speak of me as of a fable, then I desire [do
I dare say it?] that my clay be made into a jar for wine
and destined to service at the tavern.


by Robert Herrick

TO ELECTRA

 I dare not ask a kiss,
I dare not beg a smile;
Lest having that, or this,
I might grow proud the while.
No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be, Only to kiss that air That lately kissed thee,


by Emily Dickinson

So proud she was to die

 So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed --
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be
Immediately -- that Anguish stooped
Almost to Jealousy --


by Langston Hughes

Fire-Caught

 The gold moth did not love him
So, gorgeous, she flew away.
But the gray moth circled the flame Until the break of day.
And then, with wings like a dead desire, She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.


by Suheir Hammad

land

 his approach 
to love he said
was that of a farmer
most love like
hunters and like
hunters most kill
what they desire
he tills
soil through toes
nose in the wet
earth he waits
prays to the gods
and slowly harvests
ever thankful


by Emily Dickinson

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --

 I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --

A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her --
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her.


by Dejan Stojanovic

End of the Labyrinth

He tries to find the exit 
From himself 
But there is no door.
He walks Through the inner labyrinth To deceive his desire.
Perhaps there is an entrance At the end of the labyrinth But there is no end.


by Emily Dickinson

Who never wanted -- maddest Joy

 Who never wanted -- maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown --
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine --

Within its reach, though yet ungrasped
Desire's perfect Goal --
No nearer -- lest the Actual --
Should disentrall thy soul --


by Emily Dickinson

Heaven is so far of the Mind

 Heaven is so far of the Mind
That were the Mind dissolved --
The Site -- of it -- by Architect
Could not again be proved --

'Tis vast -- as our Capacity --
As fair -- as our idea --
To Him of adequate desire
No further 'tis, than Here --


by Vasko Popa

Give Me Back My Rags #1

 Give me back my rags

My rags of pure dreaming
Of silk smiling of striped foreboding
Of my cloth of lace

My rags of spotted hope
Of burnished desire of chequered glances
Of skin from my face

Give me back my rags
Give me when I ask you nicely


by Robert Frost

Fire and Ice

 Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.


by Robert Burns

358. A Grace after Dinner

 O THOU, in whom we live and move—
 Who made the sea and shore;
Thy goodness constantly we prove,
 And grateful would adore;
And, if it please Thee, Power above!
 Still grant us, with such store,
The friend we trust, the fair we love—
 And we desire no more.
Amen!


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