Saturday, September 20, 2008
Mortality
by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik (1826-1887)
Ye dainty mosses, lichens gray,
Pressed each to each in tender fold,
And peacefully thus, day by day,
Returning to their mould;
Brown leaves, that with aerial grace
Slip from your branch like birds a-wing,
Each leaving in the appointed place
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Friday, September 19, 2008
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
The Purple Cow
by Gelett Burgess (1866-1951)
I never saw a purple cow;
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you anyhow;
I
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Danse Russe
by William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The Embankment
(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night.)
by Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883-1917)
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth
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Monday, September 15, 2008
Rabbi Ben Ezra
by Robert Browning (1812-1889)
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Sunday, September 14, 2008
Epitaph On A Blackbird Killed By A Hawk
by James Grahame (1765-1811)
Winter was o
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
The Worm
by Eliza Cook (1818-1889)
The worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain
In the field that is stored with its millions of slain;
The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,
With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.
The tower of ages in fragments is laid,
Moss grows on the stones, and I lurk in its shade;
And the [...]
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Friday, September 12, 2008
Finsternisse fallen dichter
by Hans Carossa (1878-1956)
Finsternisse fallen dichter
Auf Gebirg, Stadt und Tal.
Doch schon flimmern kleine Lichter
Tief aus Fenstern ohne Zahl.
Immer klarer, immer milder,
L
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Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Snake
by David Herbert Lawrence (1885-1930)
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the through before me.
He [...]
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