Elinor Wylie

Full Moon By Elinor Wylie

My bands of silk and miniver Momently grew heavier. The black gauze was beggarly thin. The ermine muffled mouth and chin. I could not suck the moonlight in. Harlequin in lozenges. Of love and hate, I walked in these. Striped and ragged rigmaroles. Along the pavement my footsoles. Trod warily on living coals. Shouldering the […]

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Milton Acorn

I’ve Tasted My Blood By Milton Acorn

If this brain’s over-tempered. consider that the fire was want. and the hammers were fists. I’ve tasted my blood too much. to love what I was born to. But my mother’s look. was a field of brown oats, soft-bearded. her voice rain and air rich with lilacs. and I loved her too much to like. […]

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Yone Noguchi

The Poet By Yone Noguchi

Out of the deep and the dark. A sparkling mystery, a shape Something perfect. Comes like the stir of the day. One whose breath is an odor. Whose eyes show the road to stars. The breeze in his face. The glory of heaven on his back. He steps like a vision hung in air. Diffusing […]

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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Richard Cory By Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town. We people on the pavement looked at him. He was a gentleman from sole to crown. Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed. And he was always human when he talked. But still he fluttered pulses when he said. Good-morning, and he glittered when he […]

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Charles Heavysege

The Dead By Charles Heavysege

How great unto the living seem the dead. How sacred, solemn how heroic grown. How vast and vague, as they obscurely tread. The shadowy confines of the dim unknown. For they have met the monster that we dread. Have learned the secret not to mortal shown. E’en as gigantic shadows on the wall. The spirit […]

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cohen

I Have Not Lingered in European Monasteries By Leonard Cohen

I have not lingered in European monasteries. and discovered among the tall grasses tombs of knights. who fell as beautifully as their ballads tell. I have not parted the grasses. or purposefully left them thatched. I have not released my mind to wander and wait. in those great distances. between the snowy mountains and the […]

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