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| 5011. | Careless Philosopher's Soliloquy by Major Henry Livingston, Jr. | | I rise when I please, when I please I lie down,
Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, renown;
The rattle called wealth I have learnt to despise,
No... |
| 5012. | With Due Respect To Thor by Heather McHugh | | The dog has shrunk between the brake and clutch.
His shaking shakes a two-ton truck. From a God
so furious, he cannot hide his hide. Outside,
in ... |
| 5013. | The Father of the Predicaments by Heather McHugh | | He came at night to each of us asleep
And trained us in the virtues we most lacked.
Me he admonished to return his stare
Correctly, without fear.Un... |
| 5014. | Uprooting by John Montague | | My love, while we talked
They removed the roof. Then
They started on the walls,
Panes of glass uprooting
From timber, like teeth.
But you spoke c... |
| 5015. | The Passionate Shepherd To His Love by Christopher Morley | | Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountain yield... |
| 5016. | The face that launch'd a thousand ships by Christopher Morley | | Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck f... |
| 5017. | Ladies And Gentlemen In Outer Space by Ron Padgett | | Here is my philosophy:
Everything changes (the word "everything"
has just changed as the
word "change" has: it now
means "no change") so
quickly ... |
| 5018. | Spicewood by Lizette Woodworth Reese | | The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and all behind,
Into one thick, ru... |
| 5019. | The Simple Line by Laura Riding Jackson | | The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,
Though the mind is meek.
To be aware inwardly
of brain and beauty
Is dark too recognizable.
Thought l... |
| 5020. | The Poet's Corner by Laura Riding Jackson | | Here where the end of bone is no end of song
And the earth is bedecked with immortality
In what was poetry
And now is pride beside
And nationality... |
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