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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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Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When passion is decay'd?
We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could,
Till our love was lov'd out in us both:
But our marriage is dead, when the...
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My best friend went away today Leaving so many things to say So many adventures left unchallenged On his way to heaven He left me on a summer afternoon Out in the cold water, he swooned And now he rests upon a cloud Sheltered from all in heaven...
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Where have I left my priorities?
By the entry-way table next to the keys of security?
In the closet under my purse of transient wealth?
Next to the mug of temporary ambition?
Within the drawer of night-time secrets?
How will I find my...
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Pink-aproned dawn has flexed her fingers, gently kneads the supple sky; the drowsy earth begins to waken, gives a warmly-crusted sigh. The pine trees peel their fresh aroma, thinly slice each pungent hue; the roses sprinkle sugared fragrance over...
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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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There are five men in the moonlight
That by their shadows stand;
Three hobble humped on crutches,
And two lack each a hand.
Frogs somewhere near the roadside
Chorus their chant absorbed:
But a hush breathes out of the dream-light...
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My Garden is a pleasant place
Of sun glory and leaf grace.
There is an ancient cherry tree
Where yellow warblers sing to me,
And an old grape arbor, where
A robin builds her nest, and there
Above the lima beans and peas
She...
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Yesterday I saw you, like so many times before, but you never even noticed, that I was trying to score. Not "score" as used by teens today, I'm too old for that, but score, as in score some points, like a player up to bat. I have to make...
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If I were a Christmas tree, Waiting to be sold. I'd try to look dejected, Worn out, tired and old. I'd twist my trunk, And droop my limbs, And turn my color brown. So folks who came to look at me, Would shake their heads and frown. For I'm not...
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"Where were you, when I was young? I looked at her and said: "Probably wetting my diapers, And learning to turn my head." She was young and pretty, Her youth was in it's prime. While I was pushing 60, And showed the mark of time. I...
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What season's color is my special friend...
The golden sun upon the fields of spring
that brings new warmth and life at winter's end
to lift the heart of every living thing?
The yellow bonnets of the daffodil
or crimson velvet of the...
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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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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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…or, the vagabond takes his trip
The clichs 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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The train dragged memories of you like shadows
Their intense charcoal frames etched on passing trees
And fields that seem to be unprepared for such passion.
The vision of a green world outside my windows passes by in a blur.
What remains...
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Hurry the baby as fast as you can, Hurry him, worry him, make him a man. Off with his baby clothes, get him in pants, Feed him on brain foods and make him advance. Hustle him, soon as he's able to walk, Into a grammar school; cram him with talk....
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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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Within this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For...
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As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for the view And had just turned from when I first saw you As you came up the hill. We met. But all We did that day was mingle great and small Footprints in summer dust as if we...
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Mine eyes were swift to know thee, and my heart As swift to love. I did become at once Thine wholly, thine unalterably, thine In honourable service, pure intent, Steadfast excess of love and laughing care: And as she was, so am, and so shall be. I...
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My love was warm; for that I crossed The mountains and the sea, Nor counted that endeavour lost That gave my love to me. If that indeed were love at all, As still, my love, I trow, By what dear name am I to call The bond that holds me now Robert...
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I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him...
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By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me; For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say: "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to...
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