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• Cezanne

  Our door was shut to the noon-day heat.
  We could not see him.
  We might not have heard him either— …

  Alfred Kreymborg

• Parasite

  Good woman:
  Don’t love the man.
  Love yourself, …

  Alfred Kreymborg

• Traumerei at Ostendorff's

  I ate at Ostendorff’s, and saw a dame
  With eager golden eyes, paired with a red,
  Bald, chilled, old man. Piercing the clatter came …

  William Laird

• A Very Old Song

  “daughter, thou art come to die:
  Sound be thy sleeping, lass.”
  “Well: without lament or cry, …

  William Laird

• A Woman and Her Dead Husband

  Ah stern cold man,
  How can you lie so relentless hard
  While I wash you with weeping water! …

  D.H. Lawrence

• Fireflies in the Corn

  A woman taunts her lover:
  LOOK at the little darlings in the corn!
  The rye is taller than you, who think yourself …

  D.H. Lawrence

• Green

  The dawn was apple-green,
  The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
  The moon was a golden petal between. …

  D.H. Lawrence

• Service of All the Dead

  Between the avenue of cypresses
  All in their scarlet capes and surplices
  Of linen, go the chaunting choristers, …

  D.H. Lawrence

• Motherhood

  Mary, the Christ long slain, passed silently,
  Following the children joyously astir
  Under the cedrus and the olive-tree, …

  Agnes Lee

• A Statue in a Garden

  I was a goddess ere the marble found me.
  Wind, wind, delay not!
  Waft my spirit where the laurel crowned me! …

  Agnes Lee

• On the Jail Steps

  I’ve won the race.
  Young man, I’m new!
  Old Sallow-face …

  Agnes Lee

• Her Going

  The wife
  child, why do you linger beside her portal?
  None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor. …

  Agnes Lee

• Indian Summer

  (o earth-and-autumn of the Setting Sun,
  She is not by, to know my task is done!)
  In the brown grasses slanting with the wind, …

  William Ellery Leonard

• General William Booth Enters into Heaven

  Booth led boldly with his big bass drum.
  Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
  The saints smiled gravely, and they said, “He’s come.” …

  Vachel Lindsay

• The Eagle that is Forgotten

  Sleep softly … eagle forgotten … under the stone.
  Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own.
  “We have buried him now,” thought your foes, and in secret rejoiced. …

  Vachel Lindsay

• The Congo

  I—their basic SAVAGERY
  FAT black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
  Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, …

  Vachel Lindsay

• Aladdin and the Jinn

  “bring me soft song,” said Aladdin;
  “This tailor-shop sings not at all.
  Chant me a word of the twilight, …

  Vachel Lindsay

• The Chinese Nightingale

  “how, how,” he said. “Friend Chang,” I said,
  “San Francisco sleeps as the dead—
  Ended license, lust and play: …

  Vachel Lindsay

• Patterns

  I walk down the garden paths,
  And all the daffodils
  Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. …

  Amy Lowell

• 1777

  I—the trumpet-vine ARBOR
  THE THROATS of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open,
  And the clangor of brass beats against the hot sunlight. …

  Amy Lowell

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