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by Field, Eugene
Me the summertime displeases,
For its sun is scorching hot;
Autumn brings such dire diseases
That perforce I like it not;
As for biting winter, oh!
How I hate its ice and snow!

"But, thrice welcome, kindly spring,
With the myriad gifts you bring!
Not too hot nor yet too cold,
Graciously your charms unfold--
Oh, your days are like the dreaming
Of those nights which love beseems,
And your nights have all the seeming
Of those days of golden dreams!
Heaven smiles do...Read More

by Flynn, Nick
that metaphor has been dead for a hundred years.
A woman, new to the workshop, leans
behind his back and whispers, I like it,
but the silence is seamless, as deep
as outer space. That night in 1969
I could turn my head from the television and see
 the moon
filling the one pane over the bed completely
as we waited for Neil Armstrong
to leave his footprints all over it....Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...t we may let that go
And while I’m interrupting my own story 
I’ll ask of you the favor of a look 
Into the street. I like it when it’s empty. 
There’s only one man walking? Let him walk. 
I wish to God that all men might walk always,
And so, being busy, love one another more.” 

“Avon,” I said, now in my chair again, 
“Although I may not be here to be happy, 
If you are careless, I may have to laugh. 
I have disliked a few men in my life,
But never to the...Read More

by Williams, Hugo
when you put your hand over my mouth
and tell me not to move
so you can "hear" it happening?

And how do you think I like it
when you tell me what to do
and your mouth opens
and you look straight through me?
Do you think I mind
when the blank expression comes
and you set off alone
down the hall of collapsing columns?...Read More

by Berryman, John
...His malice was a pimple down his good
big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry
Mr Frost has left:
I like it so less I don't understood—
he couldn't hear or see well—all we sift—
but this is a bad story.

He had fine stories and was another man
in private; difficult, always. Courteous,
on the whole, in private.
He apologize to Henry, off & on,
for two blue slanders; which was good of him.
I don't know how he made it.

Quickly, of...Read More

by Dorn, Edward

Oh perish the thought
I was thinking in that moment
Newman Illinois
the Saturday night dance--
what a life? Would I like it again?
No. Once I returned late summer
from California thin from journeying
and the girls were not the same.
You'll say that's natural
they had been dancing all the time....Read More

by Crane, Stephen
...eld his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...enough to call
A view.”

“And yet you think you like it, dear?”

“That’s what you’re so concerned to know! You hope
I like it. Bang goes something big away
Off there upstairs. The very tread of men
As great as those is shattering to the frame
Of such a little house. Once left alone,
You and I, dear, will go with softer steps
Up and down stairs and through the rooms, and none
But sudden winds that snatch them from our hands
Will ever slam the doors.”

“I th...Read More

by Brautigan, Richard
..."What are you

up to?"

 "Just having a few, " the guy said.

 "That's what I'm doing, " Mr. Norris said. "I like it. "

 "I know what you mean, " the guy said. "I had to lay off

for a couple years. I'm just starting up again. "

 "What was wrong?" Mr. Norris said.

 "I had a hole in my liver, " the guy said.

 "In your liver?"

 "Yeah, the doctor said it was big enough to wave a flag

in. It's better now. I can have a couple ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...wisdom over-ripe:
Just give me in the old of age
 A pal who smokes a pipe.

A cigarette may make for wit,
 Although I like it not;
A good cigar, I must admit,
 Gives dignity to thought.
But as my glass of grog I sip
 I never, never gripe
If I have for companionship
 A guy who smokes a pipe....Read More

by Clampitt, Amy
...tiqued to crusted 
winepress smear, 
windshield battered to
intact ice-tint, a rarity

fresh from the Pleistocene. 
I like it; privately 
I find esthetic 
satisfaction in these 
ceremonial removals

from the category of
received ideas
to regions where pigeons' 
svelte smoke-velvet
limousines, taxiing 

in whirligigs, reclaim 
a parking lot,
and the bag-laden
hermit woman, disencumbered 
of a greater incubus,

the crush of unexamined
attitudes, stoutly
follows her routine,...Read More

by Frost, Robert
And feel it less. Hear the soft bombs of dust
It bursts against us at the chimney mouth,
And at the eaves. I like it from inside
More than I shall out in it. But the horses
Are rested and it’s time to say good-night,
And let you get to bed again. Good-night,
Sorry I had to break in on your sleep.”

“Lucky for you you did. Lucky for you
You had us for a half-way station
To stop at. If you were the kind of man
Paid heed to women, you’d take my a...Read More

by Nash, Ogden
...d gowned them,
They just take their little fingers and wrap you around them.

Being a father Is quite a bother,
But I like it, rather....Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...silent old-faced infants, and the lifted sick, and the sharp-lipp’d
 unshaved men: 
All this I swallow—it tastes good—I like it well—it becomes mine;
I am the man—I suffer’d—I was there. 

The disdain and calmness of olden martyrs; 
The mother, condemn’d for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing,
 cover’d with sweat; 
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck—the ...Read More

by Hikmet, Nazim
...ey look like giants or shaggy white beasts

moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit-bourgeois 
strikes me
I like it

I didn't know I liked rain
whether it falls like a fine net or splatters against the glass my 
 heart leaves me tangled up in a net or trapped inside a drop 
 and takes off for uncharted countries I didn't know I loved 
 rain but why did I suddenly discover all these passions sitting 
 by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
is it because I lit m...Read More

by Levine, Philip
...supposed to believe 
something ended. I'm supposed to be 
dried up. I'm supposed to represent 
a yearning, but I like it the way it is. 
Not once has the ocean wind changed 
and brought the taste of salt 
over the coastal hills and through 
the orchards to my back yard. Not once 
have I wakened cold and scared 
out of a dreamless sleep 
into a dreamless life and cried 
and cried out for what I left behind....Read More

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