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| 4401. | Pain by Thomas Edward Brown | | The Man that hath great griefs I pity not;
’Tis something to be great
In any wise, and hint the larger state,
Though but in shadow of a shade,... |
| 4402. | Specula by Thomas Edward Brown | | When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth—
It matters not
If south or north,
Bleak waste or sunny plot.
Nor think, if haply He thou seekâ... |
| 4403. | Opifex by Thomas Edward Brown | | As I was carving images from clouds,
And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes
Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries:--
"Forbear!" a... |
| 4404. | The Maple by Bob Hicok | | The Maple
is a system of posture for wood.
A way of not falling down
for twigs that happens
to benefit birds. I don't know.
I'm staring at ... |
| 4405. | Spirit Dity Of No Fax Line Dial Tone by Bob Hicok | | The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is.
Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned
with the particulars of my life. For ... |
| 4407. | Hops by Boris Pasternak | | Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands around your wa... |
| 4408. | September Song by Geoffrey Hill | | born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42
Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
or passed over at the proper time.
As e... |
| 4409. | Requiem for the Plantagenet Kings by Geoffrey Hill | | For whom the possessed sea littered, on both shores,
Ruinous arms; being fired, and for good,
To sound the constitution of just wards,
Men, in thei... |
| 4410. | Come and Play in the Garden by Jane Taylor | | Little sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.
On the grass-plat let us sit,
Or, if you please, we'll pla... |
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