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A dozen poems

For July 30, 2014

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Afternoon on a Hill, by Edna St. Vincent Millay



I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds

Complete Poem


Lunatic High, by Richard Thomas Cummings



High desperation, sinking to despair---
Sitting in a four walled room
Recognizing the conceit early on---
Despoil all things held dear;
The reasons why, cannot be conceived---

Complete Poem


I loved a Lass, by George Wither



I LOVED a lass, a fair one,
As fair as e'er was seen;
She was indeed a rare one,
Another Sheba Queen:
But, fool as then I was,

Complete Poem


Meet We no Angels, Pansie?, by Thomas Ashe



CAME, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet,
In white, to find her lover;
The grass grew proud beneath her feet,
The green elm-leaves above her:--
Meet we no angels, Pansie?

Complete Poem


The Tears of Harlequin, by Theodosia Garrison



To you he gave his laughter and his jest,
His words that of all words were merriest,
His glad, mad moments when the lights flared high
And his wild song outshrilled the plaudits' din.
For you that memory, but happier I --

Complete Poem


Little Gray Songs from St. Joseph's, by Grace Fallow Norton



I

With cassock black, baret and book,
Father Saran goes by;
I think he goes to say a prayer
For one who has to die.

Complete Poem


The Next War, by Robert Graves



You young friskies who today
Jump and fight in Father's hay
With bows and arrows and wooden spears,
Playing at Royal Welch Fusiliers,
Happy though these hours you spend,

Complete Poem


The Child in Me, by May Riley Smith



She follows me about my House of Life
(This happy little ghost of my dead Youth!)
She has no part in Time's relentless strife
She keeps her old simplicity and truth --
And laughs at grim Mortality,

Complete Poem


Beyond Rathkelly, by Francis Carlin



As I went over the Far Hill,
Just beyond Rathkelly,
-- Och, to be on the Far Hill
O'er Newtonstewart Town!
As I went over the Far Hill

Complete Poem


The Outer Gate, by Nora May French



Life said: "My house is thine with all its store:
Behold I open shining ways to thee --
Of every inner portal make thee free:
O child, I may not bar the outer door.
Go from me if thou wilt, to come no more;

Complete Poem


De Massa ob de Sheepfol', by Sarah Pratt McLean Greene



De massa ob de sheepfol'
Dat guard de sheepfol' bin,
Look out in de gloomerin' meadows
Whar de long night rain begin --
So he call to de hirelin' shephe'd:

Complete Poem


Love Missed, by George Jerone Jefferson



sometime love is front of us and we still miss it

I saw you turn away
As my eyes
Held your eyes
For a moment

Complete Poem

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