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The Self-Unseeing by Thomas Hardy

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Here is the ancient floor,Footworn and hollowed and thin,Here was the former doorWhere the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair,Smiling into the fire;He who played stood…

La rama by Octavio Paz

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Canta en la ***** del pinoun pajaro detenido,tremulo, sobre su trino.Se yergue, flecha, en la rama,se desvanece entre alasy en musica se derrama.El pajaro es una astillaque canta y se…

The Lobster Quadrille by Lewis Carroll

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“Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail,“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles…

241st Chorus by Jack Kerouac

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And how sweet a story it isWhen you hear Charley Parkertell it,Either on records or at sessions,Or at offical bits in clubs,Shots in the arm for the wallet,Gleefully he Whistled…

If You Come Softly by Audre Lorde

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If you come as softlyAs the wind within the treesYou may hear what I hearSee what sorrow sees. If you come as lightlyAs threading dewI will take you gladlyNor ask…

Prospice by Robert Browning

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Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,The mist in my face,When the snows begin, and the blasts denoteI am nearing the place,The power of the night, the press of…

Each And All by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,Of thee, from the hill-top looking down;And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm,Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;The sexton tolling…

The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred, Lord Tennyson “Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land,“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it…

The Lynching by Claude McKay

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His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven. His father, by the cruelest way of pain, Had bidden him to his ***** once again; The awful sin remained still unforgiven.…

Sweet Violets by Dorothy Parker

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You are brief and frail and blue–  Little sisters, I am, too.You are Heaven’s masterpieces–  Little loves, the likeness ceases.

The Selfsame Song by Thomas Hardy

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A bird sings the selfsame song, With never a fault in its flow,That we listened to here those longLong years ago. A pleasing marvel is howA strain of such rapturous…

La casa de la mirada by Octavio Paz

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Caminas adentro de ti mismo y el tenue reflejo serpeante que te conduce     no es la ultima mirada de tus ojos al cerrarse ni es el sol timido…

Summer by Christina Rossetti

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Winter is cold-hearted,  Spring is yea and nay,Autumn is a weathercock  Blown every way:Summer days for me  When every leaf is on its tree; When Robin’s not a beggar,;;And Jenny Wren’s a bride,And…

The Mad Gardener’s Song by Lewis Carroll

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He thought he saw an Elephant,That practised on a fife:He looked again, and found it wasA letter from his wife.‘At length I realise,’ he said,The bitterness of Life!’ He thought…

Inheritance-His by Audre Lorde

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I. My face resembles your faceless and less each day. When I was youngno one mistook whose child I was.Features build coloringalone among my creamy fine-***** sistersmarked me Byron’s daughter.…

I Didn’t Go To Church Today by Ogden Nash

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I didn’t go to church today,I trust the Lord to understand.The surf was swirling blue and white,The children swirling on the sand.He knows, He knows how brief my stay,How brief…

Song by Robert Browning

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Nay but you, who do not love her,  Is she not pure gold, my mistress?Holds earth aught—speak truth—above her?  Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,And this last fairest tress of…

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