Tag: Poetry
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The Welcome to Sack
Sack is a sort of strong, dry wine from Spain, popular in England during the 16th and 17th centuries. The Welcome to Sack So soft streams meet, so springs with gladder smilesMeet after long divorcement by the isles;When love, the child of likeness, urgeth onTheir crystal natures to a union:So meet stolen kisses, when the…
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Cousin Kate
Cousin Kate I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. Why did a great lord find me out, And praise my flaxen hair? Why did a great lord find me out, To fill my heart with care? He lured me to his palace…
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The Power of the Dog
Another by Kipling. The Power of the Dog There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to…
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Awake, My Soul
Awake, my soul Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. Thy precious time mispent, redeem, Each present day thy last esteem ; Improve thy talent with due care, For the great day thyself prepare. In conversation be…
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Moonlight Memorandum
Moonlight Memorandum Machines are no longerslowly combing the red earth. There is no one left to explainthe cones in my eyes to me. I have been given my sentence& it is not a long one though it does include the word quintessential which pleases me. Accordingly, I am no relationto the sky but to the…
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The Waking
A quiet poem about noise. The Waking I strolled across An open field; The sun was out; Heat was happy. This way! This way! The wren’s throat shimmered, Either to other, The blossoms sang. The stones sang, The little ones did, And flowers jumped Like small goats. A ragged fringe Of daisies waved; I wasn’t…
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Sussex
Restarting my regular poetry posts. I’ve been reading more single-author collections lately, so they’ll likely be less variety, and I also might try to add some commentary on individual poems from time to time. To begin again, a poem about home, which, as Kipling notes, ought to be loved even in its unlovableness. Sussex God…
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A Dream
A DreamCharles Williams NO more in any house can I be at peace, Because of a house that waits, far off or near, To-morrow or (likelier) after many a year, Where a room and a door are that shall fulfil my fear. For last night, dreaming, I stood in a house and saw Softly the…
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Gipsy Queen
Gipsy QueenJohn Alexander Chapman Gipsy queen of the night, wraith of the fire-lit dark, Glittering eyes of ice, sharp as glacier green, Lisping falling kisses, syllabled flakes of snow, Down on the stubble fields, over my eyes and hair; If on my mouth one falls, it is tasteless and light and cold— She mocks you,…
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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
PART IV ‘I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown.’— Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone…
Dan Yingst 