Poetry
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We Like March by Emily Dickinson
We like March, his shoes are purple,He is new and high;Makes he mud for dog and peddler,Makes he forest dry;Knows…
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“Why do I love” You, Sir? by Emily Dickinson
“Why do I love” You, Sir?Because—The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer—Wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.…
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights! by Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! was written in 1861, but not published until 1891. Dickinson’s verses are heartsick, her safe harbor metaphor,…
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Serenade by Aubrey Thomas de Vere
SOFTLY, O midnight Hours!Move softly o’er the bowersWhere lies in happy sleep a girl so fair!For ye have power, men…
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Sorrow by Aubrey Thomas de Vere
COUNT each affliction, whether light or grave,God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thouWith courtesy receive him; rise and bow;And,…
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A man said to the universe by Stephen Crane
A man said to the universe:“Sir I exist!”“However,” replied the universe,“The fact has not created in meA sense of obligation.”
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A man toiled on a burning road by Stephen Crane
A man toiled on a burning road,Never resting.Once he saw a fat, stupid assGrinning at him from a green place.The…
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A man went before a strange God by Stephen Crane
A man went before a strange God —The God of many men, sadly wise.And the deity thundered loudly,Fat with rage,…
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Black riders came from the sea by Stephen Crane
Black riders came from the sea.There was clang and clang of spear and shield,And clash and clash of hoof and…
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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind by Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because the lover threw wild hands toward the skyAnd the affrighted steed ran…
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