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Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard1 Spring!Thou herald2 of rich Summer's myriad3 flowers!The climbing sun with new recover
Be tolerant of the human race. Your whole family belongs to it -- and some of your spouse's family does too. -- Anonymou
The Pride of YouthProud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin1 sits on the bush, Singing so rarely.tell m
１Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter
by Sarah Manguso I am not here to ruin you. I am already in you. I am the work you dont do. I am what you understand bes
by John Ashbery Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course， Eurydice was a part Of
by Robinson Jeffers When the sun shouts and people abound1 One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze
by Charles Baudelaire Translated by Richard Howard （I） February， peeved1 at Paris， pours a gloomy torrent2 on the pale l
by Jean-Michel Maulpoix He remains1 there for a long time， starting at the blue， motionless and stiff， as if in a church
by Tina Cane1 Anna Akhmatova burned her poems and the light of Madrid was like water at La Latina luncheonette I ate a c
by Arthur Sze Slanting1 light casts onto a stucco wall the shadows of upwardly zigzagging2 plum branches. I can see the
by D. Nurkse We gave our dogs a button to sniff1， or a tissue， and they bounded off confident in their training， in the
by Naomi Shihab Nye Tonight I lingered over your name， the delicate as百度竞价推广bly of vowels1 a voice inside my head. You w
by Kim Addonizio In this shallow creek1 they flop2 and writhe3 forward as the dead float back toward them. Oh， I know wh
What is poetry? Is it a mosaicOf coloured stones which curiously1 are wroughtInto a pattern? Rather glass that's taughtB
A straight line is the shortest in morals as in mathematics. -- Maria EdgeworthAs far as the laws of mathematics refer t
Better to understand a little than to misunderstand a lot. -- Anonymous1Know her mind and you can have her body, know he
He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.
by Meena Alexander I was young when you came to me. Each thing rings its turn， you sang in my ear， a slip of a thing dre
by Marilyn Nelson Which reminds me of another knock-on-wood memory. I was cycling with a male friend， through a small mi
by Sandra Miller if we weren't made of soot which we highly suspected/respected in her garden she had no garden we did n
by James Longenbach Stars rising like something said， something never To be forgotten， shining forever look How still th
by Mark McMorris Soon the rushlights will go out in the flesh of sympathetic bodies once close to my own hand and I will
by Bernadette Mayer I saw a great teapot I wanted to get you this stupendous 100% cotton royal blue and black checked sh
by Liam Rector Dressed in an old coat I lumber1 Down a street in the East Village， time itself Whistling up my ass2 and
by Spencer Reece I remember the ponies1 in the distance. I remember you talked of a war， no two wars， a failed marriaged
Asias richest man Li Ka--shing is predicting the rise of a third mobile operating system, fueling speculation that Mr. L
all ignorance toboggans into knowand trudges1 up to ignorance again:but winter's not forever,even snowmelts;and if sprin
LOQUITUR: En Bertans de Born. Dante Alighieri put this man in hellfor that he was a stirrer up of strife1. Eccovi! Judge
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