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In the night, a black bear climbs a pear tree,snaps branches, feasts on pears in the grass;one night you turned...
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In the night, a black bear climbs a pear tree,snaps branches, feasts on pears in the grass;one night you turned...
Worldly Place. Even in a palace, life may be led well! So spake the imperial sage, purest of men, Marcus...
Jaberwocky. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and...
If. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If...
Because I could not stop for Death. Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The...
Death is nothing at all. Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into...
When things go wrong as they sometimes will When the road you‘re trudging seems all uphill When funds are low...
Light breaks were no sun shines. Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the...
To a Mouse. 0n Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough,November, 1785 Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie, O,...
I heard a fly Buzz. Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886 I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The...
She walks in Beauty. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s...
I Wrung My Hands by Anna Akhmatova I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .“Why are you pale, what...
My Papas Waltz. The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing was...
Babys Way. If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.It is not for nothing that...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. T. S. Eliot – 1888-1965 S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai...
Dear friends, a very good and close friend of mine, who wrote this poem sadly passed away a few days...
Address to the Devil. O Prince, O chief of many throned pow’rs!That led th’ embattled seraphim to war!(Milton, Paradise Lost)O thou!...
Dirty Face. Where did you get such a dirty face, My darling dirty-faced child? I got it from crawling along...
About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI he lives in a house with a swimming pool and says the...
Siren Song by Margaret Atwood This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible:...
Aurora Leigh, First Book. In those days, though, I never analysed Myself even. All analysis comes late. You catch a...
The Bogeyman. In the desolate depths of a perilous placethe bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face.Never dare, never...
About God and things. 1 i want to have your child cuz upon losing you i’ll have more than...
Ariel. Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness, How one we grow, Pivot...
All in green went my love Riding. All in green went my love ridingon a great horse of goldinto the...
Self Pity. I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a...
A red red rose. O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve is...