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| 3911. | A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret's by James Henry Leigh Hunt | | I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring,
A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing,
Not much a verse, and poem none at all,
Yet, as th... |
| 3912. | In Memoriam Paul Celan by Edward Hirsch | | Lay these words into the dead man's grave
next to the almonds and black cherries---
tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, eyes,
and Thou, O bitter... |
| 3913. | Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish | | A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges... |
| 3914. | Poem in Prose by Archibald MacLeish | | This poem is for my wife.
I have made it plainly and honestly:
The mark is on it
Like the burl on the knife.
I have not made it for praise.
She... |
| 3915. | Two Poems from the War by Archibald MacLeish | | Oh, not the loss of the accomplished thing!
Not dumb farewells, nor long relinquishment
Of beauty had, and golden summer spent,
And savage glory... |
| 3916. | The General Prologue by Geoffrey Chaucer | | WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet
The drought of March hath pierced to the root,
And bathed every vein in suc... |
| 3917. | The Sompnour's Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer | | THE PROLOGUE.
The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood,
Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious
That like an... |
| 3918. | That the Science of Cartography Is Limited by Eavan Boland | | —and not simply by the fact that this shading of
forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam,
the gloom of cypresses,
is what I wish to prove.
... |
| 3919. | More Than Suspect by Eavan Boland | | The oaks are stricken by a serious illness
They dry up after having let go
Into the glow of a sump at sunset
A whole throng of generals' heads... |
| 3920. | Black Stone on Top of a White Stone by Cesar Vallejo | | I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris-- it does not bother me--
Doubtless on a Thursday, like tod... |
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