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The Great Hunt
March 26, 2007 - 11:03pm
by Carl Sandburg
I cannot tell you now;
When the wind's drive and whirl
Blow me along no longer,
And the wind's a whisper at last —
Maybe I'll tell you then —
some other time.
The Chant of the Colorado
March 28, 2007 - 12:09am
by Cale Young Rice
My brother, man, shapes him a plan
And builds him a house in a day,
But I have toiled through a million years
For a home to last alway.
I have flooded the sands and washed them down,
I have cut through gneiss and granite.
Old Ships
March 28, 2007 - 12:17am
by David Morton
There is a memory stays upon old ships,
A weightless cargo in the musty hold, --
Of bright lagoons and prow-caressing lips,
Of stormy midnights, -- and a tale untold.
The Shivering Beggar
March 28, 2007 - 12:27am
by Robert Graves
Near Clapham village, where fields began,
Saint Edward met a beggar man.
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.Saint Edward cried, "It is monstrous sin
A beggar to lie in rags so thin!
An old grey-beard and the frost so keen:
I shall give him my fur-lined gaberdine."
Afternoon on a Hill
March 28, 2007 - 12:38am
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
The Matrix
March 18, 2007 - 9:05pm
by Amy Lowell
Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears our life up into bits of days
Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last…
Spring Night
March 17, 2007 - 10:14am
by Sara Teasedale
The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.Gold and gleaming the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake,
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.
The Snow-Storm
March 17, 2007 - 7:30am
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
A Ballad of the Mulberry Road
March 2, 2007 - 12:48am
by Ezra Pound
The sun rises in south-east corner of things
To look on the tall house of the Shin
For they have a daughter named Rafu (pretty girl).
She made the name for herself: “Gauze Veil,”
For she feeds mulberries to silkworms,
She gets them by the south wall of the town.
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