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| 671. | The Queen's Complaint by Sylvia Plath | | In ruck and quibble of courtfolk
This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene
With hands like derricks,
Looks fierce and black as rooks;
Why, all t... |
| 672. | Sculptor by Sylvia Plath | | For Leonard Baskin
To his house the bodiless
Come to barter endlessly
Vision, wisdom, for bodies
Palpable as his, and weighty.
Hands moving m... |
| 673. | Strumpet Song by Sylvia Plath | | With white frost gone
And all green dreams not worth much,
After a lean day's work
Time comes round for that foul slut:
Mere bruit of her takes ou... |
| 674. | Prospect by Sylvia Plath | | Among orange-tile rooftops
and chimney pots
the fen fog slips,
gray as rats,
while on spotted branch
of the sycamore
two black rooks hunch
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| 675. | Super Samson Simpson by Jack Prelutsky | | I am Super Samson Simpson,
I'm superlatively strong,
I like to carry elephants,
I do it all day long,
I pick up half a dozen
and hoist them in th... |
| 676. | O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman | | 1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I h... |
| 677. | As I Ponder’d in Silence. by Walt Whitman | | 1
AS I ponder’d in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful aspect,
Terribl... |
| 678. | In Midnight Sleep. by Walt Whitman | | 1
IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded—of that indescribable look;
Of the dead on their b... |
| 679. | A Noiseless Patient Spider. by Walt Whitman | | A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,... |
| 680. | Poem of Joys. by Walt Whitman | | 1
O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood... |
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