Thursday, January 10, 2008
The Frosted Pane
by Charles G. D. Roberts (1860-1943)
One night came Winter noiselessly and leaned
Against my window-pane.
In the deep stillness of his heart convened
The ghosts of all his slain.
Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of earth,
And fugitives of grass,
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Wednesday, January 9, 2008
The Box
by Lascelles Abercrombie (1881-1938)
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
They came across a kind of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled
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The Lyric
by John G. Neihardt (1881-1973)
Give the good gaunt horse the rein,
Sting him with the steel!
Set his nervous thews a-strain,
Let him feel the winner
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Prayers of Steel
by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets [...]
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Saturday, January 5, 2008
The Kosa
by Thomas Pringle (1789-1834)
The free-born Kosa still doth hold
The fields his fathers held of old;
With club and spear, in jocund ranks,
Still hunts the elk by Chumi
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Mors Janua Vitae (from Siva)
by Sir Alfred Comyn Lyall (1835-1911)
I am the God of the sensuous fire
That moulds all Nature in forms divine;
The symbols of death and of man
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Thursday, January 3, 2008
We That Were Friends
by James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915)
We that were friends to-night have found
A sudden fear, a secret flame:
I am on fire with that soft sound
You make, in uttering my name.
Forgive a young and boastful man
Whom dreams delight and passions please,
And love me as great women can
Who have no children at their knees.
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Wednesday, January 2, 2008
The Indian Burying Ground
by Philip Freneau (1752-1832)
In spite of all the learned have said,
I still my old opinion keep,
The, posture that we give the dead,
Points out the soul
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All Is Well
by Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861)
Whate
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