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"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to...
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In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the...
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So come, good men who toil and tire,
Who smoke and sip the kindly cup,
Ring round about the tavern fire
Ere yet you drink your liquor up;
And hear my simple songs of earth,
Of youth and truth and living things;
Of poeverty and...
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Middle of the room The crowd roars on. I walk as if a ghost; My heart is never known. It hides inside my trembling chest It flutters like a bird. Beating wings dislodge my breath My voice is barely heard. My soul vibrates with feelings kept It...
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One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.
You’ll say, “ I can’t believe I was so asleep!
How did I ever forget the truth?
How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness
Are anything other...
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Music of whispering trees Hushed by a broad-winged breeze Where shaken water gleams; And evening radiance falling With reedy bird-notes calling. O bear me safe through dark, you low-voiced streams. I have no need to pray That fear may pass...
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Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go,...
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Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way! Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, List while I woo thee with soft melody;...
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I browse book covers
stacked on my bedside table,
flip through travel guides,
a collection of poems.
Absorbed in a novel
I become black on white,
twenty-six letters,
the space between lines.
I feel your fingers
run...
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You are here.
Like a whisper
memory flickers.
I touch you my son –
asleep, so still,
eyes closed to the light,
skin cool and smooth as marble.
On the table
baby’s breath and roses.
Hallmark cards
fill the room...
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I
Looking forward to the spring
One puts up with anything.
On this February day,
Though the winds leap down the street,
Wintry scourgings seem but play,
And these later shafts of sleet
— Sharper pointed than the first...
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A Night Song The young May moon is beaming; love, The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, How sweet to rove through Morna's grove, When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! Then awake! The heav'ns look bright, my dear, 'Tis ne'er too late for delight, and...
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Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst skill be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade...
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You lie beside me
quietly
turning the pages
of your book
in vain
I seek to read
between your lines
interpreting your breaths
in the silence
between us
slowly,
you turn
each page
our love
spins by...
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When I was young and full o' pride,
A-standin' on the grass
And gazin' o'er the water-side,
I seen a fisher lass.
O', fisher lass, be kind awhile,—
I asks 'er quite unbid.
"Please look into me face and smile"—...
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Oh, big was the bosom of brave Alum Bey,
And also the region that under it lay,
In safety and peril remarkably cool,
And he dwelt on the banks of the river Stamboul.
Each morning he went to his garden, to cull
A bunch of zenana or...
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This is a crossroad in my life In which I have no desire to go back To any period of my past Whether it be distant or close Either as a child or as an adult There are moments Rather than periods To which I would certainly return — Like...
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Does the spirit leave the body Only upon death? Could the spirit leave the body During its lifetime as well? I wonder As I seem to be devoid of mine Of my spirit Briefly gone away Sense of emptiness Of a heart with a hole Of something that...
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