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Thursday, April 10th, 2008
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair -
Lean on a garden urn -
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair -
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained suprise -
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your ...
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Tuesday, March 18th, 2008
The Castaway by William Cowper Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on ...
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Sunday, March 16th, 2008
A Thunderstorm in Town She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom's dry recess, Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless ...
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Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; ...
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Monday, February 18th, 2008
My love is a Theosophist And reads the Ramayana; Her luncheon is a pot of tea, Her breakfast a banana. She says that matter tends to clog The spirit-force behind it. ...
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Sunday, January 27th, 2008
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave ...
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Monday, January 14th, 2008
We were very tired, we were very merry -- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable -- But we looked into a fire, we leaned ...
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Monday, January 14th, 2008
Recuerdo
We were very tired, we were very merry --
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable --
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, ...
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Monday, December 24th, 2007
Incognita
Just for a space I met her –
Just for a day in the train!
It began when she feared it would wet her,
That tiniest spurtle of rain:
So we tucked a great rug in the sashes,
And carefully padded the pane;
And I sorrow in sackcloth and ashes,
Longing to do ...
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Tuesday, December 11th, 2007
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.
The heavens are bowed ...
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