- Again in
conversations
- All of us believe
- All the others
translate: the painter sketches
- A man said to the
Universe:
- Ample make this
bed,
- An ant on a table
cloth
- And came forth like
Venus from an ocean of
- And death shall have
no dominion.
- a pretty a day
- As I walked out one
evening,
- A slumber did my
spirit seal;
- Apparently with
no surprise
- Behind the
perversions
- Control of the
passes was, he saw, the key
- Death, be not proud,
though some have called thee
- Do not go gentle
into that good night,
- Don't
give me looks that put me in my place
- Each lover has a
theory of his own
- Fall, leaves, fall;
die, flowers, away;
- Gaily bedight,
- Go by brooks, love,
- Golden slumbers kiss
your eyes,
- He dissapeared in
the dead of winter:
- He is quick,
thinking in clear images;
- He jests at
scars that never felt a wound.
- Hello.
- Hello?
- Her strong
enchantments failing,
- His peasant parents
killed themselves with toil
- How do I love
thee? Let me count the ways.
- Hunting for some
lost object
- I cannot grow;
- I died for
beauty, but was scarce
- I had a
duck-billed platypus when I was up at
Trinity,
- I
have been one aquainted with the night.
- I have eaten
- I never lost as
much but twice
- In moments of joy
- In my craft or
sullen art
- I, too, sing
America.
- It took the sea a
thousand years,
- I was angry with my
friend:
- I will not love
one minute more, I swear,
- I wish I loved the
Human Race;
- I who am dead a
thousand years,
- Let me not to
the marriage of true minds
- Listen here, Joe
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- Looking up at the
stars, I know quite well
- Love by ambition
- Mose is black and evil
- My feet are so good,
- my sweet old etcetera
- Naked to earth I was
brought - naked to Earth I descend.
- Nature's first green is
gold,
- 'Never shall a young
man,
- Nor dread nor hope
attend
- Nothing can be loved
too much,
- Not marble, nor
the gilded monuments
- Now Roy Bob Jamerson
- Once upon a midnight
dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
- Perfection, of a kind,
was what he was after,
- Racism:
- Really, must you,
- Reason has moons, but
moons not hers
- Romance beside his
unstrung lute
- Rose kissed me to-day.
- Samantha Is my Negro cat
- Shall I compare
thee to a summer's day?
- She is foremost of those
that I would hear praised.
- She lived in storm and
strife,
- Silent is the house:
all are laid asleep:
- Some say the world will
end in fire,
- Somewhere -- in
desolate wind-swept space --
- Son
- Standing among the
ruins, the horror-struck conqueror exclaimed:
- The God of Love
- The nose and palate
never doubt
- The rain set early in
to-night,
- There is no city that
does not dream
- The wayfarer,
- The wind can be calm,
- The woman I am in my
dreams
- They told me, Heraclitus,
they told me you were dead,
- Those who will not
reason
- Thou wert the morning
star among the living,
- Thou wouldst be loved? --
then let thy heart
- Time will say nothing
but I told you so,
- Ugliest man in town
- Unrhymed, unrhythmical,
the chatter goes:
- Victor was a little
baby,
- We are not sure of
sorrow,
- We are the hollow men
- well boss i met
- We were loading a boar,
- What do I remember of
the evacuation?
- Whenever Richard Cory
went down town,
- When he looked the cave
in the eye,
- When you are old and
grey and full of sleep,
- Whose woods are these I
think I know.
- Who would have thought
that face of thine
- Why should I blame her
that she filled my days
- Why so pale and wan,
fond lover?
- Why then,
why there,
- With what conviction
the young man spoke
- You have two voices when
you speak
- You're a long way off
becoming a saint
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