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Written by Anne Sexton | Demon A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes...-- D. H. Lawrence I mentioned my demon to a friend and the friend swam in oil and came forth to me greasy and cryptic and said, "I'm thinking of taking him out of hock. I pawned him years ago." Who would buy? The pawned demon, Yellowing with forgetfulness and hand at his throat? Take him out of hock, my friend, but beware of the grief that will fly into your mouth like a bird. My demon, too often undressed, too often a crucifix I bring forth, too often a dead daisy I give water to too often the child I give birth to and then abort, nameless, nameless... earthless. Oh demon within, I am afraid and seldom put my hand up to my mouth and stitch it up covering you, smothering you from the public voyeury eyes of my typewriter keys. If I should pawn you, what bullion would they give for you, what pennies, swimming in their copper kisses what bird on its way to perishing? No. No. I accept you, you come with the dead who people my dreams, who walk all over my desk (as in Mother, cancer blossoming on her Best & Co. ****-- waltzing with her tissue paper ghost) the dead, who give sweets to the diabetic in me, who give bolts to the seizure of roses that sometimes fly in and out of me. Yes. Yes. I accept you, demon. I will not cover your mouth. If it be man I love, apple laden and foul or if it be woman I love, sick unto her blood and its sugary gasses and tumbling branches. Demon come forth, even if it be God I call forth standing like a carrion, wanting to eat me, starting at the lips and tongue. And me wanting to glide into His spoils, I take bread and wine, and the demon farts and giggles, at my letting God out of my mouth anonymous woman at the anonymous altar.

Written by Rudyard Kipling | The Peace Of Dives The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim and slay, "And the Saint and Seer and Prophet "Can make no better of it "Than to sanctify and prophesy and pray. "Rise up, rise up, thou Dives, and take again thy gold, "And thy women and thy housen as they were to thee of old. "It may be grace hath found thee "In the furnace where We bound thee, "And that thou shalt bring the peace My Son foretold." Then merrily rose Dives and leaped from out his fire, And walked abroad with diligence to do the Lord's desire; And anon the battles ceased, And the captives were released, And Earth had rest from Goshen to Gadire. The Word came down to Satan that raged and roared alone, 'Mid rhe shouring of the peoples by the cannon overthrown (But the Prophets, Saints, and Seers Set each other by the ears, For each would claim the marvel as his own): "Rise up, rise up, thou Satan, upon the Earth to go, "And prove the Peace of Dives if it be good or no: "For all that he hath planned "We deliver to thy hand, "As thy skill shall serve, to break it or bring low." Then mightily rose Satan, and about the Earth he hied, And breathed on Kings in idleness and Princes drunk with pride. But for all the wrong he breathed There was never sword unsheathed, And the fires he lighted flickered out and died. Then terribly 'rose Satan, and darkened Earth afar, Till he came on cunning Dives where the money-changers are; And he saw men pledge their gear For the bold that buys the spear, And the helmet and the habergeon of war. Yea, to Dives came the Persian and the Syrian and the Mede -- And their hearts were nothing altered, nor their cunning nor their greed -- And they pledged their flocks and farms For the King-compelling arms, And Dives lent according to their need. Then Satan said to Dives: -- "Return again with me, "Who hast broken His Commandment in the day He set thee free, "Who grindest for thy greed "Man's belly-pinch and need, "And the blood of Man to filthy usury!" Then softly answered Dives where the money-changers sit: -- "My Refuge is Our Master, O My Master in the Pit. "But behold all Earth is laid "In the Peace which I have made, "And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!" Then angrily turned Satan, and about the Seas he fled, To shake the new-sown peoples with insult, doubt, and dread; But, for all the sleight he used, There was never squadron loosed, And the brands he flung flew dying and fell dead. But to Dives came Atlantis and the Captains of the West -- And their hates were nothing weakened nor their angers unrest -- And they pawned their utmost trade For the dry, decreeing blade; And Dives lent and took of them their best. Then Satan said to Dives: -- "Declare thou by The Name, "The secret of thy subtlety that turneth mine to shame. "It is knowvn through all the Hells "How my peoples mocked my spells, "And my faithless Kings denied me ere I came." Then answvered cunning Dives: "Do not gold and hate abide "At the heart of every Magic, yea, and senseless fear beside? "With gold and fear and hate "I have harnessed state to state, "And by hate and fear and gold their hates are tied. "For hate men seek a weapon, for fear they seek a shield -- "Keener blades and broader targes than their frantic neighbours wield -- "For gold I arm their hands, "And for gold I buy their lands, "And for gold I sell their enemies the yield. "Their nearest foes may purchase, or their furthest friends may lease, "One by one from Ancient Accad to the Islands of the Seas. "And their covenants they make "For the naked iron's sake, "But I -- I trap them armoured into peace. "The flocks that Egypt pledged me to Assyria I drave, "And Pharaoh hath the increase of the herds that Sargon gave. "Not for Ashdod overthrown "Will the Kings destroy their own, "Or their peoples wake the strife they feign to brave. "Is not Carchemish like Calno? For the steeds of their desire "They have sold me seven harvests that I sell to Crowning Tyre; "And the Tyrian sweeps the plains "With a thousand hired wains, "And the Cities keep the peace and -- share the hire. "Hast thou seen the pride of Moab? For the swords about his path, "His bond is to Philistia, in half of all he hath. "And he dare not draw the sword "Till Gaza give the word, "And he show release from Askalon and Gath. "Wilt thou call again thy peoples, wilt thou craze anew thy Kings? "Lo! my lightnings pass before thee, and their whistling servant brings, "Ere the drowsy street hath stirred, "Every masked and midnight word, "And the nations break their fast upon these things. "So I make a jest of Wonder, and a mock of Time and Space, "The roofless Seas an hostel, and the Earth a market-place, "Where the anxious traders know "Each is surety for his foe, "And none may thrive without his fellows' grace. "Now this is all my subtlety and this is all my Wit, "God give thee good enlightenment. My Master in the Pit. "But behold all Earth is laid "In the Peace which I have made, "And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!"

Written by Countee Cullen | A Brown Girl Dead With two white roses on her breasts, White candles at head and feet, Dark Madonna of the grave she rests; Lord Death has found her sweet. Her mother pawned her wedding ring To lay her out in white; She'd be so proud she'd dance and sing to see herself tonight.

Written by Bob Hicok | Sudden Movements My father's head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head his eyes get big as roses filled with the commotion of spring. Not long ago he was a man who had tomato soup for lunch and dusted with the earnestness of a gun fight. Now he's a man who sits at the table trying to breathe in tiny bites. When they told him his spinal column is closing, I thought of all the branches he's cut with loppers and piled and burned in the fall, the pinch of the blades on the green and vital pulp. Surgeons can fuse vertebrae, a welders art, and scrape the ring through which the soul-wires flow as a dentist would clean your teeth. And still it could happen, one turn of his head toward a hummingbird, wings keeping that brittle life afloat, working hard against the fall, and he might freeze in that pose of astonishment, a man estranged from the neck down, who can only share with his body the silence he's pawned on his children as love.

Written by Robert William Service | The Wedding Ring I pawned my sick wife's wedding ring, To drink and make myself a beast. I got the most that it would bring, Of golden coins the very least. With stealth into her room I crept And stole it from her as she slept. I do not think that she will know, As in its place I left a band Of brass that has a brighter glow And gleamed upon her withered hand. I do not think that she can tell The change - she does not see too well. Pray God, she doesn't find me out. I'd rather far I would be dead. Yet yesterday she seemed to doubt, And looking at me long she said: "My finger must have shrunk, because My ring seems bigger than it was." She gazed at it so wistfully, And one big tear rolled down her cheek. Said she: "You'll bury it with me . . ." I was so moved I could not speak. Oh wretched me! How whisky can Bring out the devil in a man!" And yet I know she loves me still, As on the morn that we were wed; And darkly guess I also will Be doomed the day that she is dead. And yet I swear, before she's gone, I will retrieve her ring from pawn. I'll get it though I have to steal, Then when to ease her bitter pain They give her sleep oh I will feel Her hand and slip it on again; Through tears her wasted face I'll see, And pray to God: "Oh pity me!"

Written by Andrew Barton Paterson | The Rhyme of the OSullivan Pro Bono Publico Went out the streets to scan, And marching to and fro He met a seedy man, Who did a tale unfold In solemn tones and slow And this is what he told Pro Bono Publico. "For many years I led The people's onward march; I was the 'Fountain Head', The 'Democratic Arch'. "In more than regal state I used to sit and smile, And bridges I'd donate, And railways by the mile. "I pawned the country off For many million quid, And spent it like a toff -- So hel me, Bob, I did. "But now those times are gone, The wind blows cold and keen; I sit and think upon The thing that I have been. "And if a country town Its obligation shirks, I press for money down To pay for water works. "A million pounds or two Was naught at all to me -- And now I have to sue For paltry ? s d! "Alas, that such a fate Should come to such a man, Who once was called the Great -- The great O'Sullivan!" With weary steps and slow, With tears of sympathy Pro Bono Publico Went sadly home to tea. Remarking, as he went, With sad and mournful brow, "The cash that party spent -- I wish I had it now!"