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A Man
by Jean Starr Untermeyer (1886-1970)
Often, when I would sit, a dreamy, straight-haired child,
A book held gaping on my knee,
Watering a sterile romance with my thoughts,
You would come bounding to the curb
And startle me to life.
You sat so straight upon your vibrant horse
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Saturday, August 29, 2009
The Chambered Nautilus
by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809-1894)
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,
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To a Young Poet
by Thomas Aird (1802-1876)
In reverence an eternal boy,
Hope sustain thee, love, and joy;
Duty, large of work and plan,
Crown thee a consummate man!
Soft and slow, soft and slow,
Ages come, and ages go.
Dark curdlings! Crash! Convulsive climb
Earth
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
Chiding
by David Bates (1809-1870)
Reproach will seldom mend the young,
If they are left to need it;
The breath of love must stir the tongue,
If you would have them heed it.
How oft we see a child caressed
For little faults and failings,
Which should have been at first suppressed
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Il pleut
by Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
Il pleut des voix de femmes comme si elles
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Plain Language from Truthful James
by Bret Harte (1839-1902)
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games;
And I
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After
by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)
Like as a flamelet blanketed in smoke,
So through the anaesthetic shows my life;
So flashes and so fades my thought, at strife
With the strong stupor that I heave and choke
And sicken at, it is so foully sweet.
Faces look strange from space
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Love Song
by Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled
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Canadians
by William Henry Ogilvie (1875-1950)
With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,
With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the roofs,
Low of crest and dull of coat, wan and wild of eye,
Through our English village the Canadians go by.
Shying at a passing cart, swerving from a car,
Tossing up an anxious head [...]
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