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• Stupidity Street

  I saw with open eyes
  Singing birds sweet
  Sold in the shops …

  Ralph Hodgson

• Three Poems - Creative

  Renew the vision of delight
  By vigil, praise and prayer,
  Till every sinew leaps in might …

  Horace Holley

• Three Poems - Twilight at Versailles

  Unfold for men, O God, love’s true, creative day,
  To flower our barren souls by mellow sun and noon:
  The glory of old thought is still, and cold, and gray, …

  Horace Holley

• Three Poems - Lovers

  Whate’er our joy compelled, men’s praise and blame fall hollow,
  A voice upon the winds that drown it as they blow:
  So fair a vision led, our thought was all to follow; …

  Horace Holley

• Ellis Park

  Little park that I pass through,
  I carry off a piece of you
  Every morning hurrying down …

  Helen Hoyt

• The New-Born

  I have heard them in the night—
  The cry of their fear,
  Because there is no light, …

  Helen Hoyt

• Rain at Night

  Are you awake? Do you hear the rain?
  How rushingly it strikes upon the ground,
  And on the roof, and the wet window-panel …

  Helen Hoyt

• The Lover Sings of a Garden

  Oh, beautiful are the flowers of your garden,
  The flowers of your garden are fair:
  Blue flowers of your eyes …

  Helen Hoyt

• Since I Have Felt the Sense of Death

  Since i have felt the sense of death,
  Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
  Oh, how my life has grown more dear …

  Helen Hoyt

• Antwerp

  I
  gloom!
  an October like November; …

  Ford Madox Hueffer

• After the Martyrdom

  They threw a stone, you threw a stone,
  I threw a stone that day.
  Although their sharpness bruised his flesh …

  Scharmel Iris

• Lament

  Lady, your heart has turned to dust,
  Your wail is taken by the sea.
  The wind is knocking at my heart, …

  Scharmel Iris

• Iteration

  My son is dead and I am going blind,
  And in the Ishmael-wind of grief
  I tremble like a leaf; …

  Scharmel Iris

• Early Nightfall

  The pale day drowses on the western steep;
  The toiler faints along the marge of sleep
  Within the sunset-press, incarnadine, …

  Scharmel Iris

• Songs of Deliverance - I. The Song of Youth

  This is the song of youth,
  This is the cause of myself;
  I knew my father well and he was a fool, …

  Orrick Johns

• Songs of Deliverance - II. Virgins

  I have had one fear in my life—
  When I was young I feared virgins;
  But I do not any more…. …

  Orrick Johns

• Songs of Deliverance - III. No Prey Am I

  No prey am I of poor thoughts.
  I leave all of my followers; I tire quickly of them;
  I send them away from me when they ask too much; for though I live alone …

  Orrick Johns

• Trees

  I think that I shall never see
  A poem lovely as a tree.
  A tree whose hungry mouth is prest …

  Joyce Kilmer

• America

  Up and down he goes
  With terrible, reckless strides,
  Flaunting great lamps …

  Alfred Kreymborg

• Old Manuscript

  The sky
  Is that beautiful old parchment
  In which the sun …

  Alfred Kreymborg

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