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Yosa Buson
Buying leeks
Buying leeks
and walking home
under the bare trees.
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by
Emily Dickinson
A Dimple in the Tomb
A Dimple in the Tomb
Makes that ferocious Room
A Home --
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by
Wang Wei
Sometimes I'd walk
Sometimes I'd walk,
walk far from home,
the things I've seen,
and I alone.
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by
Emily Dickinson
Not at Home to Callers
Not at Home to Callers
Says the Naked Tree --
Bonnet due in April --
Wishing you Good Day --
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by
Robert Herrick
PEACE NOT PERMANENT
Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.
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by
A R Ammons
Release
After a long
muggy
hanging
day
the raindrops
started so
sparse
the bumblebee flew
between
them home
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by
Emily Dickinson
The Day she goes
The Day she goes
Or Day she stays
Are equally supreme --
Existence has a stated width
Departed, or at Home --
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by
Emily Dickinson
The Hills in Purple syllables
The Hills in Purple syllables
The Day's Adventures tell
To little Groups of Continents
Just going Home from School.
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by
Emily Dickinson
By homely gift and hindered Words
By homely gift and hindered Words
The human heart is told
Of Nothing --
"Nothing" is the force
That renovates the World --
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by
Emily Dickinson
The fairest Home I ever knew
The fairest Home I ever knew
Was founded in an Hour
By Parties also that I knew
A spider and a Flower --
A manse of mechlin and of Floes --
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by
Ogden Nash
The Rhinoceros
The rhino is a homely beast,
For human eyes he's not a feast.
Farwell, farewell, you old rhinoceros,
I'll stare at something less prepoceros.
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by
Wang Wei
Random Poem
You also come from my home town,
You must know all the home town news.
At dawn, before the silken window,
Is it too cold for plum blossom to show?
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by
Ambrose Bierce
Elegy
The cur foretells the knell of parting day;
The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;
The wise man homewards plods; I only stay
To fiddle-faddle in a minor key.
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by
Li Po
Quiet Night Thoughts
Before my bed
there is bright moonlight
So that it seems
Like frost on the ground:
Lifting my head
I watch the bright moon,
Lowering my head
I dream that I'm home.
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Spike Milligan
Welcome Home
Unaware of my crime
they stood me in the dock.
I was sentenced to life....
without her.
Strange trial.
No judge.
No jury.
I wonder who my visitors will be.
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David Lehman
April 26
When my father
Said mein Fehler
I thought it meant
"I'm a failure"
which was my error
which is what
mein Fehler means
in German which
is what my parents
spoke at home
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by
Li Po
Autumn River Song
The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.
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Walt Whitman
Locations and Times.
LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and
makes
me at home?
Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
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Emily Dickinson
Absent Place -- an April Day --
Absent Place -- an April Day --
Daffodils a-blow
Homesick curiosity
To the Souls that snow --
Drift may block within it
Deeper than without --
Daffodil delight but
Him it duplicate --
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by
Emily Dickinson
Volcanoes be in Sicily
Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography --
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb --
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home.
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by
George William Russell
In Memoriam
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.
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by
Emily Dickinson
The Flower must not blame the Bee
The Flower must not blame the Bee --
That seeketh his felicity
Too often at her door --
But teach the Footman from Vevay --
Mistress is "not at home" -- to say --
To people -- any more!
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Emily Dickinson
That is solemn we have ended
That is solemn we have ended
Be it but a Play
Or a Glee among the Garret
Or a Holiday
Or a leaving Home, or later,
Parting with a World
We have understood for better
Still to be explained.
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Robert Louis Stevenson
The Far-Farers
THE broad sun,
The bright day:
White sails
On the blue bay:
The far-farers
Draw away.
Light the fires
And close the door.
To the old homes,
To the loved shore,
The far-farers
Return no more.
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by
Emily Dickinson
The Soul that hath a Guest
The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad --
Diviner Crowd at Home --
Obliterate the need --
And Courtesy forbid
A Host's departure when
Upon Himself be visiting
The Emperor of Men --
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