O Pussy, my love, Edward Lear The Bow river churns and smokes as the city rumbles, economy chokes and bundled homeless build cardboard homes in the snow. Yes, Walt, this is the new world, and how often has your huge, burled form lengthened beside me as we strode through parking lots, the filth and ice of streets? Great seer, I listen for your relentless Rosemary Griebel.
Rita Wong b. When I was a little girl At Shubenacadie school. You snatched it away: I speak like you I think like you I create like you The scrambled ballad, about my word. Two ways I talk Both ways I say, Your way is more powerful. Rita Joe — Groping in the thicket, about to pinch the dangling berry, my fingerpads close on air.
Word, please send over this black stretch of ocean your singular flare, Elise Partridge — A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky A boat, beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear — Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Lewis Carroll Full Moon 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 Elinor Wylie John Clare Or as Robin teaches the gap, from which all things emerge. A left handed compliment. Bats, houses of parliament, giants, stones. What woman, witness to such Thought, does not feel Sharon Thesen b.
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Let the Ponies Out oh papa, to have you drift up, some part of you drift up through water through fresh water into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to have your breath leave, escape you, escape the weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape you, to rise up, to loft, till you are all breath filling the room, rising, escaping the white Marilyn Dumont b.
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My life is a fault at last, I fear: It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; A body of England Rupert Brooke So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face.
If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing Edgar Albert Guest Lawrence Ferlinghetti b. Echolalia Once one gets what one wants one no longer wants it. One no longer wants what? One no longer wants what one wanted. Ian Williams b. Harryette Mullen b. Sometimes a Voice 1 Sometimes a voice — have you heard this? Sometimes, even in the midst of making sense or Don McKay b. It would be quite impossible to have less sense of Michael Ondaatje b. Sonoma He totaled his blue truck — slowly spun out on an icy bridge, rammed it into a guard rail.
Climbed out unbruised. Coal Creek. Middle of nowhere. A passing couple brought him home. Then three years with letters from the Motor Vehicle Department before he relinquished his license. Jane Munro b. Shane Book. One shade the more, one ray the less, But to look up from the leaves, remember, is a choice also, as if up from the shame of it Carl Phillips b. Matthew Rohrer b.
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I remember when my fear of snakes left for good, Lorna Crozier b. Liz Howard b. The Maldive Shark About the Shark, phlegmatical one, Pale sot of the Maldive sea, The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, How alert in attendance be. From his saw-pit of mouth, from his charnel of maw They have nothing of harm to dread, But liquidly glide on his ghastly flank Or before his Gorgonian head; Or lurk Herman Melville Full desertness, In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute heavens. Elizabeth Barrett Browning The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? John Keats Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep When I consider how my light is spent When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide; Alootook Ipellie — The Cremation of Sam McGee There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, Robert W.
Service K was supposed to come with the key, I was K was supposed to come with the key, I was to wait outside the gate. I arrived on time, the time we had agreed on and waited, as agreed, outside the gate. I waited a long time, waited and waited, waited a very long time. I stood next to the security guard from Securitas, who also stood outside the gate.
I waited, the security guard Ulrikka Gernes b. From Correspondences Sometimes we are led through the doorway by a child, sometimes by a stranger, always a matter of grace changing the past, for if there is anything we must change it is the past. To look back and see another map. Anne Michaels. Oh, Hope! How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn! For me wilt thou renew the withered rose, And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?
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Charlotte Smith Emma Healey b. La Figlia che Piange O quam te memorem virgo Stand on the highest pavement of the stair — Lean on a garden urn — Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair — Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise — Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your eyes: But weave, weave the Eliot Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The Thomas Gray Page A Virginal No, no!
Go from me. I have left her lately. Oh, I have picked up magic in her nearness Ezra Pound Klein Insomnia Thin are the night-skirts left behind By daybreak hours that onward creep, And thin, alas! Dante Gabriel Rossetti Brenda Hillman b. Richard Harrison The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings Revenge Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air Her breath perfumed the while: And wake for her the gifted line, That wild and witching lay, And swear your heart is as a shrine, That only Letitia Elizabeth Landon A Stone Diary At the beginning I noticed the huge stones on my path I knew instinctively why they were there breathing as naturally as animals I moved Pat Lowther Lofty mansions, warm and spacious; Courtiers cringing and voracious; Misers scarce the wretched heeding; Gallant soldiers fighting, bleeding.
Wives who Mary Robinson Song for a Silent Treatment. I told her, in plain language, how I felt. It doesn't matter. Allons, feignons David McGimpsey b. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public Rita Bouvier b. The New Experience I was ready for a new experience. All the old ones had burned out. They lay in little ashy heaps along the roadside And blew in drifts across the fairgrounds and fields.
Of old age too, and in his bed! And could that mighty warrior fall? And so inglorious, after all! And could he be indeed so old Jonathan Swift The Tree Fair tree! When thou to birds dost shelter give, Thou music dost from them receive; If travellers beneath thee stay Till storms have worn themselves away, That time in praising thee they spend Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea Adam Posed Could our first father, at his toilsome plow, Thorns in his path, and labor on his brow, Clothed only in a rude, unpolished skin, Could he a vain fantastic nymph have seen, In all her airs, in all her antic graces, Her various fashions, and more various faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Just appellations to These Poems, She Said These poems, these poems, these poems, she said, are poems with no love in them.
These are the poems Robert Bringhurst b. The trees, their bark, their leaves, even the dead ones, are more vibrant wet. Each moment is like this — before Claudia Rankine b. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of Elizabeth Bishop Kamau Brathwaite b. Alice Oswald b. Donato Mancini. Under the Answering Sky I can manage being alone, can pace out convivial hope across my managing ground.
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Ode on Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, Alexander Pope We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, — This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while One by one, Deep rooted in our souls, there springeth up Dark groves of human passion, rich in gloom, At first no bigger than an acorn-cup. Hope threads the tangled labyrinth, but grieves Till all our sins Charles Sangster O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Should in despite of light keep us together. Light hath no tongue, but is all eye; If it could speak as well Isabella Valancy Crawford But I cannot leave them Adebe D.
Preludes I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Allen Ginsberg Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Living, I had no claim On your great hours. Now the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Wed summer with my name, — And these are Marjorie Pickthall Sylvia Legris b. Hip-Hop Ghazal Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.
As the jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, cracking backbone and singing thru hips. Patricia Smith b. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares Sir Walter Raleigh Confessions What is he buzzing in my ears?
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There are secret passwords you Joy Kogawa b. Changming Yuan b. Through the windows — through doors — burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar is studying; Leave not the bridegroom quiet — no happiness must he have now with his bride, Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or Not Horses What I adore is not horses, with their modern domestic life span of 25 years. Natalie Shapero b. Spencer Reece b. Chimwemwe Undi William Carlos Wiliams Cowboy Story The books sit on the shelf, a row of coma patients in a ward, a series of selves no longer able to learn and trapped at the point of injury: the last page.
At the donor clinic I offer my arm to the spigot of the needle and think, as I see the bag fill with blood, there goes some of me. George Murray b. Gwendolyn MacEwen Ted Berrigan En Route The train has stopped for no apparent reason In the wilds; A frozen lake is level and fretted over With rippled wind lines; The sun is burning in the South; the season Is winter trembling at a touch of spring.
A little hill with birches and a ring Of cedars — all so still, so pure with snow — It seems a tiny landscape in Duncan Campbell Scott Interesting People of Newfoundland Newfoundland is, or was, full of interesting people. Like Larry, who would make a fool of himself on street corners for a nickel. There was the Russian who called himself the Grand Duke, and who was said to be a real duke from somewhere, John Ashbery - I Have Not Lingered in European Monasteries 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 Leonard Cohen From The Titanic: The Iceberg Calved from a glacier near Godhaven coast, It left the fiord for the sea — a host Of white flotillas gathering in its wake, And joined by fragments from a Behring floe Had circumnavigated it to make Pratt There were times we regretted The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, Trillium the animal in me is constant.
Gwen Benaway Insomnia If I were to sleep, it would be on an iron bed, bolted to the floor in a bomb-proof concrete room with twelve locks on the door. Kate Hall b. Wayne Keon b. Sonnets from the Portuguese How do I love thee? Let me count the ways How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they Hail Hello from inside the albatross with a windproof lighter and Japanese police tape. Adam Dickinson b. Shall earth no more inspire thee Shall earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Since passion may not fire thee Shall Nature cease to bow? Thy mind is ever moving In regions dark to thee; Recall its useless roving — Come back and dwell with me. I know my mountain breezes Enchant and soothe thee Joshua Whitehead b.
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You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. George Herbert That bitter hiding. My daughter picks up new habits from friends. Layli Long Soldier. What horror to awake at night What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Lorine Niedecker The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as Robert Herrick Dover Beach The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Matthew Arnold You are on the highway, there is a kind of laughter, the cars pound south. Wittenborn returned to the University of Arizona archives later and produced, from some fifty boxes of posthumous papers, Dragon in Ambush.
Structurally, the book is not particularly unusual.
Why, precisely, it was necessary to include both traditional and simplified characters is a bit of a mystery, and the pinyin also seems overkill, but the work is consistently thorough, and these elements are in keeping with that trait. The really curious part of the work is its intent. Ingalls observes:. Acquaintance with what these poems are asserting and proposing is crucial for those of us who recognize the continuing costs to humanity of seemingly effective despotisms and the aggravation of those costs by eloquence dedicated to the celebration of massively artful control over the destinies of other human beings.
Two points about this bear immediate mention. First, that poetry could be used in such a way—to cleverly communicate a momentous scheme to a group of would-be political followers—is in itself fascinating. Here, though, we immediately see a strange combination of scholarly, well-researched material and willfully unusual readings of Chinese classical texts. This is not to say that her translation is wrong per se, but it is not standard. Ingalls writes:.
Audio time capsule expected to circle the Earth on a marine satellite for the next thousand years. A Long March rocket was launched into orbit from the Taiyuan Satellite Launch Center on Thursday with some curious cargo: 50, audio poems read by WeChat users around the world. According to Wan Yuzhu, a senior engineer at the Shanghai Academy of Spaceflight Technology, the poems are expected to remain around kilometers above the Earth for a millennium or longer.