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Barry Tebb
UPON BEING ASKED WHY I AM NOT WRITING
Too much gone wrong –
No Muse, no song.
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A R Ammons
Small Song
The reeds give
way to the
wind and give
the wind away
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Emily Dickinson
No Prisoner be --
No Prisoner be --
Where Liberty --
Himself -- abide with Thee --
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Emily Dickinson
Fame is a bee.
Fame is a bee.
It has a song --
It has a sting --
Ah, too, it has a wing.
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by
Kobayashi Issa
In the thicket's shade
In the thicket's shade
a woman by herself
singing the rice-planting song.
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Kobayashi Issa
Napping at midday
Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself.
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by
James A Emanuel
Michael Jackson
There ain't NO-BO-DY
can dance like THAT, 'cept them twins
Jazzlene and Jazzphat.
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by
Richard Crashaw
Divine Epigrams: Samson to his Delilah
Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes.
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Edna St Vincent Millay
The Prisoner
ALL right,
Go ahead!
What's in a name?
I guess I'll be locked into
As much as I'm locked out of!
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Emily Dickinson
A Sloop of Amber slips away
A Sloop of Amber slips away
Upon an Ether Sea,
And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,
The Son of Ecstasy --
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Emily Dickinson
Did We abolish Frost
Did We abolish Frost
The Summer would not cease --
If Seasons perish or prevail
Is optional with Us --
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Emily Dickinson
My Season's furthest Flower --
My Season's furthest Flower --
I tenderer commend
Because I found Her Kinsmanless,
A Grace without a Friend.
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Emily Dickinson
Purple -- is fashionable twice --
Purple -- is fashionable twice --
This season of the year,
And when a soul perceives itself
To be an Emperor.
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Richard Wilbur
Having Misidentified A Wildflower
A thrush, because I'd been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.
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Walter Savage Landor
One Lovely Name
One lovely name adorns my song,
And, dwelling in the heart,
Forever falters at the tongue,
And trembles to depart.
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Emily Dickinson
Obtaining but our own Extent
Obtaining but our own Extent
In whatsoever Realm --
'Twas Christ's own personal Expanse
That bore him from the Tomb --
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Emily Dickinson
Where Roses would not dare to go,
Where Roses would not dare to go,
What Heart would risk the way --
And so I send my Crimson Scouts
To sound the Enemy --
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Ogden Nash
Old Dr. Valentine To His Son
Your hopeless patients will live,
Your healthy patients will die.
I have only this word to give:
Wonder, and find out why
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Dorothy Parker
Alexandre Dumas And His Son
Although I work, and seldom cease,
At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
Alas, I cannot make me care
For Dumas fils and Dumas pere.
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Ogden Nash
Song of the Open Road
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.
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Friedrich von Schiller
Female Judgement
Man frames his judgment on reason; but woman on love founds her verdict;
If her judgment loves not, woman already has judged.
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Andrew Marvell
Translated
Facundis dedit ille notis, interprete plumas
Insinuare sonos oculis, & pingere voces,
Et mentem chartis, oculis impertiit aurem.
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William Butler Yeats
The Chambermaid's Second Song
From pleasure of the bed,
Dull as a worm,
His rod and its butting head
Limp as a worm,
His spirit that has fled
Blind as a worm.
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Friedrich von Schiller
The Moral Force
If thou feelest not the beautiful, still thou with reason canst will it;
And as a spirit canst do, that which as man thou canst not.
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Dorothy Parker
Prisoner
Long I fought the driving lists,
Plume a-stream and armor clanging;
Link on link, between my wrists,
Now my heavy freedom's hanging.
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