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A dozen poems

For April 28, 2015

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Blind, by Harry Kemp



The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green sang in my brain --
I heard a blind man groping
"Tap -- tap" with his cane;

I pitied him in his blindness;

Complete Poem


How Does Grace Become Disgrace, by Adeoye Debii



How does grace become disgrace..
..and the first become the last?
When many a great men choose,
when they ought to refuse
Or a great feud is rekindled

Complete Poem


Kinchinjunga (Which is the next highest of mountains), by Cale Young Rice



I

O white Priest of Eternity, around
Whose lofty summit veiling clouds arise
Of the earth's immemorial sacrifice
To Brahma in whose breath all lives and dies;

Complete Poem


Laura, by Thomas Campion



ROSE-CHEEK'D Laura, come;
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.

Lovely forms do flow

Complete Poem


Lonely Burial, by Stephen Vincent Benet



There were not many at that lonely place,
Where two scourged hills met in a little plain.
The wind cried loud in gusts, then low again.
Three pines strained darkly, runners in a race
Unseen by any. Toward the further woods

Complete Poem


To the Muses, by William Blake



WHETHER on Ida's shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair,

Complete Poem


Fiat Lux, by Lloyd Mifflin



Then that dread angel near the awful throne,
Leaving the seraphs ranged in flaming tiers,
Winged his dark way through those unpinioned spheres,
And on the void's black beetling edge, alone,
Stood with raised wings, and listened for the tone

Complete Poem


The Automobile, by Percy MacKaye



Fluid the world flowed under us: the hills
Billow on billow of umbrageous green
Heaved us, aghast, to fresh horizons, seen
One rapturous instant, blind with flash of rills
And silver-rising storms and dewy stills

Complete Poem


March, by Alexander B. McNair



No other month
Is welcomed more than thee:
The furious blast
That hurries past
Is but the winter freed.

Complete Poem


Bag-Pipes at Sea, by Clinton Scollard



Above the shouting of the gale,
The whipping sheet, the dashing spray,
I heard, with notes of joy and wail,
A piper play.

Along the dipping deck he trod,

Complete Poem


Across the Fields to Anne, by Richard Burton



How often in the summer-tide,
His graver business set aside,
Has stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed,
As to the pipe of Pan,
Stepped blithesomely with lover's pride

Complete Poem


The Lake of Death, by Brian Okabayashi



Long it stood hidden from human eye
Between the mountains impassable
And the desert forbidding.
Once it was a source of life,
But now blackened with death's ire,

Complete Poem

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