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where
punks
(worried about their sense of self and being)
spray i woz ere on cold concrete walls
juvenile lovers seek public secrecy
and
knee-tremble against cars
owned...
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Modern Day Romance I have one megabyte of words and phrases and unbinding clauses, feelings expelled in wanton disclosure of a work day's boredom, snatches of your life you have given me in the casual relating of your everyday,—glimpses of how...
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Mosaic tiles cast upon the sand There for manipulation by the hand. To place and sort, match and piece, Challenge Mondrian and Matisse! Mosaic tiles cast upon the sand Be they charted precisely or unplanned, The masterpiece that thee create Comes...
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He ate and drank the precious words
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And the bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit...
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I
Ah, did you once see Shelly plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again?
How strange it seems and new!
II
But you were living before that,
And also you are living after;
And the memory I...
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10 maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and...
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…or, the vagabond takes his trip
The clichés of life are robust
and hearty in the mildew sweat,
festering from absentee portions
of my forgotten basement.
I have professed no goal,
as much as I have desired...
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A-watchin' how the sea behaves
For hours and hours I sit;
And I know the sea is full o' waves —
I've often noticed it.
For on the deck each starry night
The wild waves and the tame
I counts and knows 'em all by...
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"My good friend Watson, look at that."
Holmes handed it to him and asked,
"What words of wisdom speak this hat?"
"I do not see; I fail to grasp."
"Surely, Watson, you can do better."
He took...
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Mind the gap
There's something
very wrong
with everything,
some cosmic equivalent
of a missed connection
at Cardiff Central,
or a derailment
outside Crewe,
a passing of...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: March
Month which the warring ancients strangely styled
The month of war, —Â as if in their fierce ways
Were any month of peace!—Â in thy rough days
I find no war in Nature, though the wild ...
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A far look in absorbed eyes, unaware
Of what some gazer thrills to gather there;
A happy voice, singing to itself apart,
That pulses new blood through a listener's heart;
Old fortitude; and, 'mid an hour of dread,
The scorn of all...
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A hunter sits in the cold and the dark
Silent and listening. His back to the bark.
He's climbed this tree many times before,
Following the trail of a big buck's lore.
Fleeting glimpses, rarely seen,
More mystical than anything....
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A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its...
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About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully long;
How, when the aged are reverently,...
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Almost forever, there are some words
that linger under a melancholy sun,
some memories like the last breath
in the creak of an empty house
filled with dust, with dark walls:
no pictures, no things, no...
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An Okefenokee resident,
Nicknamed "Gator" McPhee,
Was regaled as strong and confident,
Never fearing that swampy sea.
Being highly skilled,
Kept him safe as any fort,
From the creatures Marshal killed,
For money, fun,...
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As I rummaged thro' the attic,
List'ning to the falling rain
As it patter'd on the shingles
And against the windowpane,
Peeping over chests and boxes
Which with dust were thickly spread,
Saw I in the farthest corner
What...
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Gazing through the mystic haze I stop to check the view
Of kings and paupers, days of play, yet cannot spy on you,
Darkness clouds, swirls around, to temper my minds eye
I incant the chant of ancient mage to flash across the sky.
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Here, I came to these boundaries—searching
in my need to be explained.
The stars of my universe
all broken and taken away
to a bloody moon with shadows.
It was my language
ladies and gentlemen
my very words.
...
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I danced with the maiden
at the Queen's celebration hall
until late into the night,
listening to the melodies
of the mirthful music played
by the King's drunken fiddlers.
I was mystified by
her long black hair
shaking in the...
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I go to concert, party, ball —
What profit is in these?
I sit alone against the wall
And try to look at ease.
The incense that is mine by right
They burn before Her shrine;
And that's because I'm seventeen
And she is...
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I have no dog, but it must be
Somewhere there's one belongs to me
A little chap with wagging tail,
And dark brown eyes that never quail,
But look you through, and through, and through,
With love unspeakable and true.
Somewhere...
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I look at them differently now,
especially on slow mornings
before the sparrows realize
I have refilled the feeder,
and when the folded paper gets tossed
on my flowering begonias
but I am not upset.
They are God-spirits:
same...
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I look up, and see the sky,
Twilight disappears,
Night is taking its possession,
Please, come very near.
It is so dark, and silent here,
The blackness fills me with dismay,
The silence presses in on me,
And you seem far away.
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