Monday, September 10, 2007
Sea Rose
by Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961)
Rose, harsh rose,
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,
more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem
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Sunday, September 9, 2007
The Warning
by Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914)
Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dust . . . as strange, as still . . .
A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown
So cold?
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Saturday, September 8, 2007
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Friday, September 7, 2007
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Thursday, September 6, 2007
Queens
by John Millington Synge (1871-1909)
Seven dog-days we let pass
Naming Queens in Glenmacnass,
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains,
Etain, Helen, Maeve, and Fand,
Golden Deirdre
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Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Braid Claith
by Robert Fergusson (1750-1774)
Ye wha are fain to hae your name
Wrote in the bonny book of fame,
Let merit nae pretension claim
To laurel
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Tuesday, September 4, 2007
The Palimpsest
by Robert Huntington (1958-)
Consider the life of a palimpsest;
Bequeathed to an abbey
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Monday, September 3, 2007
Song to the Men of England
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
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Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?
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Sunday, September 2, 2007
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Saturday, September 1, 2007
On the Grave of a Child in Morwenstow Churchyard
by Robert Stephen Hawker (1803-1875)
Those whom God loves die young;
They see no evil days;
No falsehood taints their tongue,
No wickedness their ways.
Baptized
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