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Vex not thou the poet's mind
With thy shallow wit;
Vex not thou the poet’s mind,
For thou canst not fathom it.
Clear and bright it should be ever,
Flowing like a crystal river,
Bright as light, and clear as wind.
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Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago,
When I was in my June, you in your May,
Two words, ‘My Rose,’ set all your face aglow,
And now that I am white and you are gray,
That blush of fifty years ago, my dear,
Blooms in the...
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He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,
Shot o’er the seething harbor-bar,
And reach’d the ship and caught the rope,
And whistled to the morning star.
And while he whistled long and loud
He heard a fierce mermaiden cry,...
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Slow sail’d the weary mariners and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold; and while they mused,
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music...
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Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid,
Ever as of old time,
Solitary firstling,
Coming in the cold time,
Prophet of the gay time,
Prophet of the May time,
Prophet of the roses,
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid!
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"Cursed be he that moves my bones." Shakespeare’s Epitaph. You might have won the Poet’s name, If such be worth the winning now, And gain’d a laurel for your brow Of sounder leaf than I can claim; But you have made...
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Golden-hair’d Ally whose name is one with mine, Crazy with laughter and babble and earth’s new wine, Now that the flower of a year and a half is thine, O little blossom, O mine, and mine of mine, Glorious poet who never hast written a...
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The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding —
Riding —riding...
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Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight,
The lean black cruisers search the sea.
Night-long their level shafts of light
Revolve,and find no enemy.
Only they know each leaping wave
May hide the lightning, and their grave.
And in...
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the accusation
in your voice as we exchange
polite evasions
the lingering bitter taste
of so many unsaid things
©Alison Williams
Blithe Spirit Vol.16 No.2 June 2006
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the chain
that joins a white boat
to the sea
drawn to it but then we stand
uncertain at the margin
©Alison Willaims
Tanka Splendor Award 2000
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The woman I am
Hides deep in me
Beneath the woman
I seem to be.
She hides away
From the stranger's eye-
She is not known
To the passersby.
She goes her way,
The woman I seem,
But the woman I am
Withdraws to...
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Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some...
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the clink of change
in a roadside coffee can
cut daffodils
an'ya
The Heron's Nest book volume IV, Number 6 2002, and online.
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the passing year
a jetliner disappears
into gray clouds
an'ya
Tthe Heron's Nest book and online Volume IV, Number 1 January 2002
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My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.
Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown,
But...
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Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shoulds't rubies find: I by the tide Oh Humber would complain. I would...
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The shutter becomes a bird
and sings
becomes a water-well pulley
becomes a bucket
and pulls up from the depths
still damp
a beautiful sky
utterly blue
- and now
would be already day
if it was not
for a black hair
- left...
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Let us take to our heart a lesson, no braver lesson can be,
From the ways of the tapestry weavers, on the other side of the sea.
Above their head the pattern hangs, they study it with care,
And as to and fro the shuttle leaps their eyes...
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(not for the faint of heart)
It started out a normal day,
One where I rhymed the time away,
I polished off a masterpiece,
I thought of it as quite a feat.
In record time, I sent it off,
But it was mocked...
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The way you breathe tonight,
Lying peacefully beside me,
The way you hold me
In the crook of your arm
So protectively,
As if I am a glass figure
Of priceless worth
Which could easily shatter
If not handled just so.
The way we...
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Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
We know, we know that we can smile!
But there's a something in this...
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Creep into thy narrow bed,
Creep, and let no more be said!
Vain thy onset! all stands fast.
Thou thyself must break at last.
Let the long contention cease!
Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
Let them have it how they will!...
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Encased in talent like a uniform,
The rank of every poet is well known;
They can amaze us like a thunderstorm,
Or die so young, or live for years alone.
They can dash forward like hussars: but he
Must struggle out of his boyish gift and...
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Like a slice of life
a wedge out of time
I suddenly recall
catching the plane
as I ran in my white tailored Chanel suit
holding onto my hat
with my hands encased in tiny white gloves
I recollect the sound my pumps made on the...
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