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| 2601. | The Return of Persephone by Alec Derwent Hope> | | Gliding through the still air, he made no sound;
Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet,
And searched the ghostly regiments and found
Th... |
| 2602. | Hope by Randall Jarrell> | | The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life.
The week is dealt out like a hand
That children pick up card by card.
One keeps getting the same ha... |
| 2603. | The Player Piano by Randall Jarrell> | | I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House
Run by a lady my age. She was gay.
When I told her that I came from Pasadena
She laughed and said, "I l... |
| 2604. | The Orient Express by Randall Jarrell> | | One looks from the train
Almost as one looked as a child. In the sunlight
What I see still seems to me plain,
I am safe; but at evening
As the lan... |
| 2605. | An Epilogue by John Masefield> | | I had seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
Ao I tru... |
| 2606. | Captain Stratton's Fancy by John Masefield> | | OH some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white,
And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight;
But rum alone's the tipple, and the ... |
| 2607. | The Passing Strange by John Masefield> | | Out of the earth to rest or range
Perpetual in perpetual change,
The unknown passing through the strange.
Water and saltness held together
To tr... |
| 2608. | Griffy the Cooper by Edgar Lee Masters> | | The cooper should know about tubs.
But I learned about life as well,
And you who loiter around these graves
Think you know life.
You think you... |
| 2609. | Wendell P. Bloyd by Edgar Lee Masters> | | They first charged me with disorderly conduct,
There being no statute on blasphemy.
Later they locked me up as insane
Where I was beaten to death b... |
| 2610. | Petit, The Poet by Edgar Lee Masters> | | Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel--
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens--
But the pine tree mak... |
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