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by St Vincent Millay, Edna
I should like to rise and go
Where the golden apples grow;--
Where below another sky
Parrot islands anchored lie,
And, watched by cockatoos and goats,
Lonely Crusoes building...Read More
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by Campbell, Thomas
PART I
On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring,
Of what thy gentle people did befall;
Yet thou wert once the loveliest...Read More
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by Lowell, Robert
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming
in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning,
I hog a whole house on Boston's
"hardly passionate Marlborough Street,"
where even the man
scavenging filth in the back alley...Read More
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by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Out of childhood into manhood
Now had grown my Hiawatha,
Skilled in all the craft of hunters,
Learned in all the lore of old men,
In all youthful sports...Read More
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by Dickinson, Emily
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting --
Dyes -- said He -- have I --
Could disparage a Flamingo --
Show Me them -- said I --
Cochineal -- I chose -- for deeming
It...Read More
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by Padel, Ruth
Flamingo silk. New ruff,
the ivory ghost
of a halter. Chestnut curls,
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commas behind the ear.
"Taller, by half a head,
than my Lord Walsingham."
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His Devon-cream brogue,
malt eyes. New cloak
mussed...Read More
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by Williams, William Carlos (WCW)
You know there is not much
that I desire, a few chrysanthemums
half lying on the grass, yellow
and brown and white, the
talk of a few people, the...Read More
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by Dickinson, Emily
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn --
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Wizard Sun --
How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet
Till the...Read More
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by Sandburg, Carl
BECAUSE I have called to you
as the flame flamingo calls,
or the want of a spotted hawk
is called—
because in the dusk
the warblers shoot the running
waters of short songs to...Read More
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