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| 3982. | Ripening by Wendell Berry | | The longer we are together
the larger death grows around us.
How many we know by now
who are dead! We, who were young,
now count the cost of havin... |
| 3983. | A Display Of Mackeral by Mark Doty | | They lie in parallel rows,
on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
barred with black bands,
which divide the scales'
radiant sections
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| 3984. | Description by Mark Doty | | My salt marsh
-mine, I call it, because
these day-hammered fields
of dazzled horizontals
undulate, summers,
inside me and out-
how can I say... |
| 3985. | Long Point Light by Mark Doty | | Long Pont's apparitional
this warm spring morning,
the strand a blur of sandy light,
and the square white
of the lighthouse-separated from us
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| 3986. | Confession (to Alina Osipova, 1826) by Alexander Pushkin | | I love you - though it makes me beat,
Though vain it seems, and melancholy -
Yet to this shameless, hapless folly
I'll be confessing at your feet.
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| 3987. | Friendship by Alexander Pushkin | | What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,
Or bitter shame of patronage.
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| 3988. | Morpheus by Alexander Pushkin | | Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning
For my forever painful love:
Just blow out candles' burning
And let my dreams in blessing move.
Let from my... |
| 3989. | Tempest by Alexander Pushkin | | You saw perched on a cliff a maid,
Her raiment white above the breakers,
When the mad sea reared up and played
Its whips of spray on coastal acres
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| 3990. | The Prophet by Alexander Pushkin | | Longing for spiritual springs,
I dragged myself through desert sands ...
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at cross of lands;
With ... |
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