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The Recollection plays

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Cornet of Paradise-



Snatches, from Baptized Generations

Candences too grand

But for justified Processions

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coven poems

Posted: 15:56:20 - Aug 31 2008

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Of Coures ----- I prayed --

And did God care?

He cared as much as on the Air

A bird-had stamped her foot

And cired 'give me'-

My reason LIfe

I had -but for Youself

twere better Charity

To leave me in the Atoms Tomb

Merry and Nought, and gay, and numb-

Than this smart Misery.

William Ellery Channing

(1818-1901)



The Earth Spirit



Then the Spirit of the Earth

Her gentle voice like a soft wtaters song-

None from my loins have ever birth

But what to joy and love belong

I faithful am, and give to thee

Blessings great and give them free.

I have woven shrouds of air

In a loom of hurrying light,

For the trees which blossoms bear,

And gilded them with sheets of bright;

i fall unpon the grass like loves first kiss,

I make the golden flies and their find bliss.

I paint the hedge-rows in the lane,

And clover white and red the pathways bear,

i laugh aloud in sudden gusts of rain

Tosee the ocean lash himself in air

I Never Saw a Purple Cow



I never saw a Purple Cow

I never hope to see one

But i can tell you anyhow

Id rathr see than be one

Goeorgia J ohnson

(1886-1966)



I What to Die While You Love me



I want to die while you love me

While yet you hold me fair,

While laughter lies upon my lips'

And lights are in my hair.



I want to die while you love me .

And bear to that still bed

Your kisses turbulent, unspent,

o warm me whan Im dead



I want to die while you love me

Oh who would care to live

Till love has nothing more to ask

And nothing more to give



I want to die while you love me

And never never see

The glory of this perfect day

Grow dim or cease to be

The Poet's Dealy



In vain I see the morining rise

In vain observe the western balaz,

Who idly look to other skies,

Expecting life by other ways.



Amidst such boundless wealth without,

I only still am poor within,

The birds have sung their summer out

But still my spring does not begin.



Shall I THEN WAIT THE AUTUMN WIND,

Compelled to seek a milder day,

And leave no curious nest behind,

No woods still echoning to my lay.

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Grotesque



The city has tits in rows.

The country is in the main -male,

It butts me with blunt stub-horns

Forces me to oppose it

Or be trampled.



The city is full of milk

And lies still for the most part.

These crack skulls

And spill brains

Against her stomah.

am Bound ,I Am Boud



I Am bound I am boud, for a distant shore,

by a lonely isle, by a far Azore

there it is, there it is, the treasure iseek,

On the barren sands desolate creek.

Circles



Naturw centres into balls ,

And her proud ephemerals

Fast to surface and outside

Scan the profile of the sphere

Knew they what that signified

A new geneis were here



but Nature whistled with all her winds

Did as she pleased and her way

Climacteric





I am not wisher for my age

Nor skilful by my grief;

Life loiters at the books first pages-

Ah! cukd we turn the leaf

Shakspear



I see all human wits

Are measured but a few;

Unmeasured still my Shakspeare sites,

Lone as the blessed jew

Poet 2

To clothe the fiery thought

In simple words succeds,

For still the craft of genius is

To mask a king in weeds.

poet 1



Ever the Poet from the land

Streers his bark and trims his sial

Right out to sea his courses stand

New worlds to find in pinnace frail.

Days

Daughters of time , the hypocrtic days,

Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,

And marching single in an endless file,

Bring diadems and fagots in thir hands.

To each they offer gifts his well.

Bread, kingoms,stars,and the sky that holds them all.

I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,

Forgot my morning wishes, hastily

Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day

Turned and departed silent.I too., late

uder her solemn fillet saw the scorm

Aladdin



When i was a beggarly boy

And lived in a cellar damp,

Ihad not a friend nor a toy

But i had Aladdin's lamp;

When i could not sleep for the cold ,

Ihad fire enough in my brin,

And builded, with roofs of gold,

My beautiful castles in Spain!



Since than i have toiled day and night,

I have money and power good store.

But i'd give all my lamps of silver bright

For the one that is mine no moe,

Take, fortune, whatever you choose,

You gave, and may snatch again,

I have nothing 't would pain me lose,

For I own no more castles Spain!

American Indian Poems:1836-1859



Chant to the -fly



(chippewa original)

Wau wau tay see!

Wau wau tay see!

E mow e shin

Tahe bwau ne-baun-e wee!

Be eghaun-be eghaun-ewee!

Wu wau tay see!

Wu Wau tay see!

was sa koon ain je gun.

Was sa koon ain je gun.

Benjamin Frankiln

(1706-1790)



Epitaph in Bookish Style.



The body

of

Benjamin Frankiln

Printer

(Like the cover of an old book

Its contents torn out

and strip of its lettering and gilding)

Lies here, food for worms.

But the work shall not be lost

For it will (as he belived)appear once more

in a new and more elegant edition

Revised and Corrected

by the Author.

Carl Sandburg

(1878-1967)



Bones



Sling me under the sea.

Pack me down in the salt ans wet.

No Hamlet hold my jawa and speak

How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth.

Long , green eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes,

Purple fish play hide-and-seek,



And i shall be song of thunder, crash of sea,

Down on the floors of salt and wet.

Sling me .... under th sea

Carl Sandburg

(1878-1967)



Fog



The fog comes

on littil cat feet.



it sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and than moves on

From the South: 2



(chippewa original)



From the south they came,Birds of war

Hark! to their passing scream.

I wish the body of thr fiercest,

As swift, as cruel, as strong.

I cast my body to the chance of fighting.

Happy shall i be to lie in a place ,

In that place where the fight was,

Beyond the enemy's line.

From the the South:1



(chippewa orighinal)

from the south they come,

The brides, the warlike birds,

With sounding wings



I wish to change my self

to the body of that swift bird.



I throw my body in the strife.

Samlon Brook



Samlon Brook,

Penichook,

Ye sweet waters of my brain,

han shall i look,

Or cast the hook,

in your waves again?



Silver eels,

Wooden creeds,

These the baits that still allure,

And dragon fly

That floated by,

May they still endure?