On Living and Leaving By Sums Paguia The ones who live are at lost Of the joys of living. The ones Who dwell, and continue to strut Are those who carry Sorrow on Their tired backs. As they ache for…
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Once More unto the Breach, Dear Friends, Once More
Once More unto the Breach, Dear Friends, Once More By William Shakespeare (Spoken by King Henry, from Henry V) Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there’s…
One for Sorrow
One for Sorrow One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret, Never to be told, Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss Ten…
The Buried Life
The Buried Life By Matthew Arnold 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,…
[you fit into me]
[you fit into me] By Margaret Atwood you fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye Summary of [you fit into me] Popularity of “[you fit into me]”: Written by Margaret Atwood, a…
The Landlady
The Landlady By Margaret Atwood This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard squabble going on below thought in this house like the bicker of blood through…
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art By John Keats Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,…
And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name
And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name By John Ashbery You can’t say it that way any more. Bothered about beauty you have to Come out into the open, into a clearing, And rest. Certainly whatever funny happens to you…
The Windmill
The Windmill By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Behold! a giant am I! Aloft here in my tower, With my granite jaws I devour The maize, and the wheat, and the rye, And grind them into flour. I look down over the farms; In the fields of grain I see The harvest that is to be, And I fling to the air my arms, For I know it is all for me. I hear the sound of flails Far off, from the threshing-floors In barns, with their open doors, And the wind, the wind in my sails, Louder and louder roars. I stand here in my place, With my foot on the rock below, And whichever way it may blow, I meet it face to face, As…
Fata Morgana
Fata Morgana By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow O sweet illusions of Song, That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! I approach, and ye vanish away, I grasp you, and ye are gone; But ever by night an day, The melody soundeth on. As the weary traveller sees In desert or prairie vast, Blue lakes, overhung with trees, That a pleasant shadow cast; Fair towns with turrets high, And shining roofs of gold, That vanish as he draws nigh, Like…
Fear No More the Heat O’ the Sun
Fear No More the Heat O’ the Sun By William Shakespeare Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages: Golden lads and…
The Armadillo
The Armadillo By Elizabeth Bishop for Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing the mountain height, rising toward a saint still honored in these parts, the paper chambers…
Love is Not All – Sonnet XXX
Love is Not All – Sonnet XXX By Edna St. Vincent Millay Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And…
Lenore
Lenore By Edgar Allan Poe Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!–a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?–weep now or never more! See! on…
Green Eggs and Ham
Green Eggs and Ham By Dr Seuss Do you like green eggs and ham? I do not like them, Sam-I-am. I do not like green eggs and ham.Would you like them here or there? I would not like them here or…
The Man with the Saxophone
The Man with the Saxophone By Ai Ogawa New York. Five A.M. The sidewalks empty. Only the steam Line pouring from the manhole covers seems alive, as as I amble from shop window to shop window, sometimes stopping to stare,…
Prairie Spring
Prairie Spring By Willa Cather Evening and the flat land, Rich and sombre and always silent; The miles of fresh-plowed soil, Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness; The growing wheat, the growing weeds, The toiling horses, the tired…
One’s-Self I Sing
One’s-Self I Sing By Walt Whitman One’s-Self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse,…
Disillusionment of Ten O’clock
Disillusionment of Ten O’clock By Wallace Stevens The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of…
Tweedledum And Tweedledee
Tweedledum And Tweedledee By John Byrom Tweedledum and Tweedledee Agreed to have a battle; For Tweedledum said Tweedledee Had spoiled his nice new rattle. Just then flew down a monstrous crow, As black as a tar-barrel; Which frightened both the…