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"i can feel yr clouds, pencils
i can feel yr clouds way
beautiful up there." — Donna Kuhn
my ghosts are planning a van gogh
eared revolt. i hear they will throw
overboard several blue things i
have begun to...
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Heartbreak that is too new
Can not be used to make
Beauty that will startle;
That takes an old heartbreak.
Old heartbreaks are old wine.
Too new to pour is mine.
- Mary Carolyn Davies
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Ambitious autodidacts spoofing
Within the margins of paper
Disdaining stereotyping,
Popularizing.
Humble and diligent,
Always wondering
How long they would last?
Who will read them?
They make a last stand,
Before they...
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Creator Spirit, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit ev'ry pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin, and sorrow set us free;
And make thy temples worthy Thee.
O, Source of uncreated...
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Oh, you have left us in deep despair — we
who have loved you the season through.
Left us to rave and fear our hair, and
drown our grief in a drink or two.
You’ve gone to...
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Two youths root for revolution
French and Bolshy blood transfusion
While cute girls check their glow in windows
Sexy necks fresh meat for gallows.
David Herrle All Rights Reserved
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Visit the sick, and you will heal yourself.
The ill person may be a Sufi master,
And your kindness will be repaid in wisdom.
Even if the sick person is your enemy,
You will still benefit,
For kindness has the...
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Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes, Dear little friend of mine, I never knew. All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise. (For Heaven's sake, stop worrying that shoe!) You look about, and all you see is fair; This mighty globe was made for...
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Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall suck, No wasp shall sting. If on some night of cold It falls to ground In apple-leaves of gold I'll wrap it round. And I shall seal it up With spice and salt, In a carven...
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When I have a house. . .as I sometime may. I'll suit my fancy in every way. I'll fill it with things that have caught my eye In drifting from Iceland to Molokai It won't he correct or in period style, But. . . oh, I've thought for a long, long while...
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[from "Nets to Catch the Wind"] Let us walk in the white snow In a soundless space; With footsteps quiet and slow, At a tranquil pace, Under veils of white lace. I shall go shod in silk, And you in wool, White as white cow's milk, More...
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