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• Peter Quince at the Clavier

  I
  just as my fingers on these keys
  Make music, so the self-same sounds …

  Wallace Stevens

• In Battle

  Death’s nobility again
  Beautified the simplest men.
  Fallen Winkle felt the pride …

  Wallace Stevens

• Sunday Morning

  I
  complacencies of the peignoir, and late
  Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, …

  Wallace Stevens

• The Syrian Lover in Exile Remembers Thee, Light of my Land

  Rose and amber was the sunset on the river,
  Red-rose the hills about Bingariz.
  High upon their brows, the black tree-branches …

  Ajan Syrian

• From "Gitanjali"

  I
  thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forgot that there abides the old in the new, and that there…

  Rabindranath Tagore

• From "The Gardener"

  I
  over the green and yellow rice fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds, followed by the swift-chasing sun.
  The bees forget to sip their honey; drunken with the light they foolishly hum and hover; and the ducks in the sandy riverbank clamor in joy for mere nothing. …

  Rabindranath Tagore

• Leaves

  One by one, like leaves from a tree,
  All my faiths have forsaken me;
  But the stars above my head …

  Sara Teasdale

• Morning

  I went out on an April morning
  All alone, for my heart was high.
  I was a child of the shining meadow, …

  Sara Teasdale

• The Flight

  Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,
  Lift me up in your love as a light wing lifts a swallow,
  Let our flight be far in sun or windy rain— …

  Sara Teasdale

• Over the Roofs

  I said, “I have shut my heart,
  As one shuts an open door,
  That Love may starve therein …

  Sara Teasdale

• Debt

  What do I owe to you
  Who loved me deep and long?
  You never gave my spirits wings …

  Sara Teasdale

• Songs in a Hospital - The Broken Field

  My soul is a dark ploughed field
  In the cold rain;
  My soul is a broken field …

  Sara Teasdale

• Songs in a Hospital - Open Windows

  Out of the window a sea of green trees
  Lift their soft boughs like arms of a dancer;
  They beckon and call me, “Come out in the sun!” …

  Sara Teasdale

• After Death

  Now while my lips are living
  Their words must stay unsaid,
  And will my soul remember …

  Sara Teasdale

• Swallow Flight

  I love my hour of wind and light,
  I love men’s faces and their eyes,
  I love my spirit’s veering flight …

  Sara Teasdale

• The Bacchante to Her Babe

  Scherzo
  come, sprite, and dance! The sun is up,
  The wind runs laughing down the sky …

  Eunice Tietjens

• The Steam Shovel

  Beneath my window in a city street
  A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim
  And only half believed: the strength of him— …

  Eunice Tietjens

• The Great Man

  I cannot always feel his greatness.
  Sometimes he walks beside me, step by step,
  And paces slowly in the ways— …

  Eunice Tietjens

• The Bird and the Tree

  Blackbird, blackbird in the cage,
  There’s something wrong tonight.
  Far off the sheriff’s footfall dies, …

  Ridgely Torrence

• The Son

  I heard an old farm-wife,
  Selling some barley,
  Mingle her life with life …

  Ridgely Torrence

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