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• Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar - The Word

  the first time the emperor Han heard a certain Word he said, “It is strange.” The second time he said, “It is divine.” The third time he said, “Let the speaker be put to death.”

  Allen Upward

• Sunday Evening in the Common

  Look—on the topmost branches of the world
  The blossoms of the myriad stars are thick;
  Over the huddled rows of stone and brick …

  John Hall Wheelock

• Like Music

  Your body’s motion is like music;
  Her stride ecstatical and bright
  Moves to the rhythm of dumb music, …

  John Hall Wheelock

• The Thunder-Shower

  The lightning flashed, and lifted
  The lids of heaven apart,
  The fiery thunder rolled you …

  John Hall Wheelock

• Alone

  Ah, never in all my life
  Have I ever fled away
  From the loneliness that follows …

  John Hall Wheelock

• Nirvana

  Sleep on—i lie at heaven’s high oriels,
  Over the stars that murmur as they go
  Lighting your lattice-window far below. …

  John Hall Wheelock

• Triumph of the Singer

  I shake my hair in the wind of morning
  For the joy within me that knows no bounds.
  I echo backward the vibrant beauty …

  John Hall Wheelock

• Last Night

  Last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
  Within my window, spread upon my bed,
  And, with her old-time splendor, asked of me …

  Hervey White

• I Saw the Clouds

  I saw the clouds among the hills
  Trailing their plumes of rainy gray.
  The purple of the woods behind …

  Hervey White

• The Beggars

  The little pitiful, worn, laughing faces,
  Begging of Life for Joy!
  I saw the little daughters of the poor, …

  Margaret Widdemer

• Teresina's Face

  He saw it last of all before they herded in the steerage,
  Dark against the sunset where he lingered by the hold,
  The tear-stained dusk-rose face of her, the little Teresina, …

  Margaret Widdemer

• Greek Folk Song

  Under dusky laurel leaf,
  Scarlet leaf of rose,
  I lie prone, who have known …

  Margaret Widdemer

• Our Lady of Idleness

  they in the darkness gather and ask
  Her name, the mistress of their endless task.
  The Toilers …

  Florence Wilkinson

• Students

  John brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau—
  ’Twas Toussaint, just a year ago;
  Crimson and copper was the glow …

  Florence Wilkinson

• A Woman's Beloved

  To what shall a woman liken her beloved,
  And with what shall she compare him to do him honor?
  He is like the close-folded new leaves of the woodbine, odorless, but sweet, …

  Marguerite Wilkinson

• An Incantation

  O great sun of heaven, harm not my love;
  Sear him not with your flame, blind him not with your beauty,
  Shine for his pleasure! …

  Marguerite Wilkinson

• Sicilian Emigrant's Song

  O—eh—lee! la—la!
  Donna! Donna!
  Blue is the sky of Palermo; …

  William Carlos Williams

• Peace on Earth

  The archer is wake!
  The Swan is flying!
  Gold against blue …

  William Carlos Williams

• Metric Figure

  There is a bird in the poplars—
  It is the sun!
  The leaves are little yellow fish …

  William Carlos Williams

• Sub Terra

  Where shall I find you—
  You, my grotesque fellows
  That I seek everywhere …

  William Carlos Williams

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