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Preludes
The winter's evening settles down
With smells of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves across your feet ...
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England, in this great fight to which you go Because, where Honour calls you, go you must, Be glad, whatever comes, at least to know You have your quarrel just. Peace was your care; before the nations' bar Her cause you pleaded and her ends you...
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(Song of the Soldiers)
What of the faith and fire within us
Men who march away
Ere the barn-cocks say
Night is growing gray,
To hazards whence no tears can win us;
What of the faith and fire within us
Men who march away?
Is...
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"Enter the Night"
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Spanish version written by M. Bloom.
Escucho,
por un sonido,
en medio de la resonante multitud.
Escucho,
por el creciente rugido de la...
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Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
...
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Then a priestess said, "Speak to us of Prayer."
And he answered, saying:
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of...
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for Jonathan
Stone not yet placed, but weeds
fill in. New home, extra room.
Crib, unused, still up and dressed.
Earlier, the breeze unseasonably
cool. Now, melted sun-pelts splash
across shoulders, drizzle down...
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Wisdom becomes you
the paper crane says,
flaps its origami wings.
You have just finished folding it,
hands poised in midair
when again the words come out,
rustle the tiny beak like a leaf on...
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And here in the fading light
I spot the buck off to my right.
I struggle with my sight.
It's just not right.
I have no regrets
that I passed on a shot tonight.
Just respect; and the fact,
I was privileged with the sight.
-...
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As a pendulum swings from here to there
I feel myself shift from hot to cold
As a pendulum swings from near to far
I feel myself draw closer to withdrawn
Though a pendulum is easy on the eyes
I am difficult on heart and mind
A fool who...
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As star that shines dependent upon star
Is to the sky while we look up and love;
As to the deep fair ships which though they move
Seem fixed, to eyes that watch them from afar;
As to the sandy desert fountains are,
With palm-groves...
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Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
I have not seen thy sunny face, ...
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Dawn’s first blush
alone is witness
to the familiar ballet
of hushed tap tapping of dual keyboards
in perfect harmony,
the undertone of turned pages,
the muffled scratching of
inspiration’s pen on creamy paper
The...
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Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the...
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I gave my knowing, poet
to you who, by notable nobility in beauty,
and with the certain character of steady silence
have irrevocably shaped my life
From the first blushing of the pen
on paper's virginal garb
your fluid therapy...
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I marvel not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head,
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun,...
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l'aube vermeil est le seul témoin
au ballet ordinaire du tapement
assoupi des claviers double dans une
harmonie parfaite,
le frolement des pages tournées,
l'éraflure insonore de la plume inspirante
sur le...
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Not that there’s fog
but nothing is clear
- Neither the stone
nor us
nor the mass of leaves that droops
from not visible trees.
Our feet rest on the black color
beside the golden light
Behind us flows a river:
of it you...
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Portraits are to daily faces
As an evening west
To a fine, pedantic sunshine
In a satin vest.
- Emily Dickinson
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my...
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Proud Maisie is in the wood
Walking so early;
Sweet Robin sits on the bush,
Singing so rarely.
“Tell me, thou bonny bird,
When shall I marry me?” —
“When six braw...
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Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was the path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
- Robert Browning
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The mountain and I share a bond:
I sense her joy and pain,
I live beneath her canopy
and feel no need for gain.
Right now upon this very spot
I stand with tear filled eyes.
I'll never hunt from here again
for 'Progress' broke my...
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The oldman went to meetin', for the day was bright and fair,
Though his limbs were very totterin', and 'twas hard to travel there,
But he hungered for the Gospel, so he trudged the weary way
On the road so rough and dusty, 'neath the...
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The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven —
All's right with the world!
-Robert Browning
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