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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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Trust what comes
Adventure is fun
Looking for the best
Provison for the test
The beauty that one
Can manifest.
Light comes not to rest
But shines so I can see
Drinking from this sea
Everlasting as I pass on
to a new illumined...
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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 burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go,...
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The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay, The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom While the birds make music all the day. The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy, and...
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You loved me for a little, Who could not love me long' You gave me wings of gladness And lent my spirit song. You loved me for an hour But only with your eyes; Your lips I could not capture By storm or by surprise. Your mouth that I remember...
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They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces...
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Curly was a mountain man. He came from Tennessee And never a man could equal him For rhymin' poetry. He was known in every Southern state For his perspicacious skill Why, down in Old Kentucky They used it for a still Curly loved his...
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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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The ocean’s siren song circles my heavy head,
wheeling faster than cloud ribbons
streaming in from the south,
settling into a circadian rhythm.
Salt-specked mist blends
bleached driftwood and
pale, oval pebbles,
as the...
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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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I want to write something for you
something special
but it seems that won't do.
You were something far beyond us.
Some unreachable star.
Already.
Ten years back
- seventeen -
Late nineties.
All of us craved for you....
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One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain Because the mountain grass Cannot but keep the form Where the mountain hare has lain. - William Butler Yeats
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When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking at my door. Then felt I like a child that holds A trumpet that he must not blow Because a man is dead; I dared Not speak to let this...
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