Up here, with June, the sycamore throws Across the window a whispering screen; I shall miss the sycamore more, I suppose,Than anything else on this earth that is out in green. ...
Charlotte Mew – From a Window
Wilfred Owen – Has Your Soul Sipped
Has your soul sipped
Of the sweetness of all sweets?
Has it well supped
But yet hungers and sweats?
I have been witness
Of a strange sweetness,
All fancy surpassing
Past all supposing.
Passing the rays
Of the rubies of morning,
Or the soft rise
Of the moon; or the meaning
Known...
Charles Bukowski – Rain Or Shine
the vultures at the zoo
(all three of them)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree
and below
on the ground
are chunks of rotten meat.
the vultures are over-full.
our taxes have fed them
well.
we move on to the next
cage.
a man is in there
sitting on the ground
eating
his own...
Emily Dickinson – It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (Poem 291)
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road -
It makes an even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain -
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again -
It reaches to the Fence -
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it...
Ella Wheeler Wilcox – A Woman's Love
So vast the tide of Love within me surging,It overflows like some stupendous sea,The confines of the Present and To-be;And 'gainst the Past's high wall I feel it urging,As it would cry "Thou too shalt yield to me!"All other loves my supreme love embodies;I would be she on...
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