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The Old Year  by JOHN CLARE

5 January 2010
Vol. 7, No. 4
classic

Old papers thrown away,

      Old garments cast aside,

The talk of yesterday,

      Are things identified;

But time once torn away

      No voices can recall:

The eve of New Year's Day

      Left the Old Year lost to all.

Song on May Morning  by JOHN MILTON

1 May 2009
Vol. 9, No. 1
classic

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,

Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her

The flowery May, who from her green lap throws

The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.

What I Hold  by JESSICA PIAZZA

19 January 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4
crown of sonnets, sonnet

The birds I hear don't sound like opera, not

like flutes or piccolos at play. They sound

like birds. Sometimes the birds are all I've got.

There's nothing grand but wakefulness, the ground

I jump from; nothing but the shining air…

A Red, Red Rose  by ROBERT BURNS

23 December 2008
Vol. 8, No. 4
classic

O my Luve's like a red, red rose

   That's newly sprung in June:

O my Luve's like the melodie

   That's sweetly play'd in tune!

Triage for a Pre-Op Transsexual  by ZACH BUSCHER

15 October 2008
Vol. 8, No. 3
sonnet

You croon like Johnny, and you look like June.

To hear your thrilling trill, to take my stress

for one more song, shy son, I'll trade the moon,

your husky voice is best, I do confess.

To the Same  by JOHN MILTON

8 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
classic, sonnet

Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear,

   To outward view, of blemish or of spot,

   Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;

   Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear

Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,

   Or man, or woman.

On the Same  by JOHN MILTON

7 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
classic, sonnet

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs

   By the known rules of ancient liberty,

   When straight a barbarous noise environs me

   Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs …

Methought I saw my late espoused saint  by JOHN MILTON

12 June 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
classic, sonnet

Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taint

  Purification in the Old Law did save,

  And such as yet once more I trust to have

Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,


Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.

When I consider how my light is spent,  by JOHN MILTON

11 June 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
classic, sonnet

When I consider how my light is spent,

  Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,

  And that one talent which is death to hide

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent


To serve therewith my Maker, and present

  My true account, lest He returning chide;

The Badger  by JOHN CLARE

8 May 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
classic

They get a forked stick to bear him down

And clap the dogs and take him to the town,

And bait him all the day with many dogs,

And laugh and shout and fright the scampering hogs.

He runs along and bites at all he meets:

They shout and hollo down the noisy streets.

The Scholar Gypsy  by MATTHEW ARNOLD

24 April 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
classic

Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill;

  Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes:

    No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,

  Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,

    Nor the cropp'd grasses shoot another head.

      But when the fields are still,

  And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest,

    And only the white sheep are sometimes seen

    Cross and recross the strips of moon-blanch'd green;

  Come Shepherd, and again begin the quest.

Dover Beach  by MATTHEW ARNOLD

23 April 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
classic

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Camomile Tea  by KATHERINE MANSFIELD

14 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
classic

We might be fifty, we might be five,

So snug, so compact, so wise are we!

Under the kitchen-table leg

My knee is pressing against his knee.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.  by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

13 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
classic, sonnet

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

Gone August  by REBECCA BYRKIT

26 January 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
ghazal

Gone grazin'. You Boch-drunk. Clink of spoons on sunglasses—

Me, girl gone glisterlight. Whitehot malaise in the grasses


Gone soft aspen slantlight that blisters, then passes—

Gone your kisses, O my Clearing! Wildwooded ways in the grasses…

A Song for New Year's Eve  by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT

31 December 2007
Vol. 7, No. 4
classic

Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay—

      Stay till the good old year,

So long companion of our way,

      Shakes hands, and leaves us here.

            Oh stay, oh stay,

One little hour, and then away.

Employment (II)  by GEORGE HERBERT

1 December 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
classic

Man is no star, but a quick coal

                  Of mortal fire;

Who blows it not, nor doth control

                  A faint desire,

Lets his own ashes choke his soul.

The Pulley  by GEORGE HERBERT

30 November 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
classic

      When God at first made Man,

      Having a glass of blessings standing by—

Let us (said He) pour on him all we can;

Let the world's riches, which dispersād lie,

      Contract into a span.

The World  by GEORGE HERBERT

11 November 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
classic

Love built a stately house, where Fortune came,

And spinning fancies, she was heard to say

That her fine cobwebs did support the frame,

Whereas they were supported by the same;

But Wisdom quickly swept them all away.

Under the Oak  by D. H. LAWRENCE

1 November 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
classic

You, if you were sensible,

When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful,

You would not turn and answer me

"The night is wonderful."

The Nine Little Goblins  by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

27 October 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
classic, light verse

They all climbed up on a high board fence—

Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes—

Nine little Goblins that had no sense,

And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;

And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat—

And I asked them what they were staring at.

Love (III)  by GEORGE HERBERT

20 October 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
classic

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back…

Life  by GEORGE HERBERT

19 October 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
classic

I made a posie, while the day ran by:

Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie

            My life within this band.

But time did becken to the flowers, and they

By noon most cunningly did steal away,

            And wither'd in my hand.

To Solitude  by JOHN KEATS

21 September 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
classic, sonnet

O solitude! If I must with thee dwell,

   Let it not be among the jumbled heap

   Of murky buildings;—climb with me the steep,

Nature's Observatory

 

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