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Title: A Lady Writing
Artist: Johannes Vermeer
Year: 1665
Location: National Gallery of Art
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Please
Richard Brautigan

Please

by Richard Brautigan

Do you think of me
as often
as I think
of you?


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Reflections
R. S. Thomas

Reflections

by R. S. Thomas

The furies are at home
in the mirror; it is their address
Even the clearest water,
if deep enough can drown.
Never think to surprise them.


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In and Out of Time
Maya Angelou

In and Out of Time

by Maya Angelou

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.


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Reflections on Ice-Breaking
Ogden Nash

Reflections on Ice-Breaking

by Ogden Nash

Candy
Is Dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.


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To the Sea
Philip Larkin

To the Sea

by Philip Larkin

To step over the low wall that div
Road from concrete walk above the
Brings sharply back something know
The miniature gaiety of seasides.
Everything crowds under the low ho


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When I Think About Myself
Maya Angelou

When I Think About Myself

by Maya Angelou

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,


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Going, Going
Philip Larkin

Going, Going

by Philip Larkin

I thought it would last my time—
The sense that, beyond the town,
There would always be fields and f
Where the village louts could clim
Such trees as were not cut down;


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You Have No Enemies
Charles Mackay

You Have No Enemies

by Charles Mackay

You have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have


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The Strongest of the Strange
Charles Bukowski

The Strongest of the Strange

by Charles Bukowski

you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they
are not.
those odd ones, not


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Journey to the Interior
Margaret Atwood

Journey to the Interior

by Margaret Atwood

There are similarities
I notice: that the hills
which the eyes make flat as a wall
together, open as I move
to let me through; become


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Celia, Celia
Adrian Mitchell

Celia, Celia

by Adrian Mitchell

When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on


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Come, and Be my Baby
Maya Angelou

Come, and Be my Baby

by Maya Angelou

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that
Some people wrap their lies around
And you sit wondering


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The Figure a Poem Makes
Robert Frost

The Figure a Poem Makes

by Robert Frost

Abstraction is an old story with t
Granted no one but a humanist much
Then there is this wildness whereo
It should be of the pleasure of a
No tears in the writer, no tears i


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“Doubt thou the stars are fire”
William Shakespeare

“Doubt thou the stars are fire”

by William Shakespeare

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.


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“My Son, my Executioner”
Donald Hall

“My Son, my Executioner”

by Donald Hall

My son, my executioner,
I take you in my arms,
Quiet and small and just astir
And whom my body warms.
Sweet death, small son, our instru


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The Pig
Ogden Nash

The Pig

by Ogden Nash

The pig, if I am not mistaken;
Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco
Let others say his heart is big—
I call it stupid of the pig.


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The Skunk
Seamus Heaney

The Skunk

by Seamus Heaney

Up, black, striped and demasked li
At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai
Paraded the skunk. Night after ni
I expected her like a visitor.
The refrigerator whinnied into sil


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The Jaguar
Ted Hughes

The Jaguar

by Ted Hughes

The apes yawn and adore their flea
The parrots shriek as if they were
Like cheap tarts to attract the st
Fatigued with indolence, tiger and
Lie still as the sun. The boa-con


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Friendly advice to a lot of young men
Charles Bukowski

Friendly advice to a lot of young men

by Charles Bukowski

Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the Bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a Beard.


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Bone
Mary Oliver

Bone

by Mary Oliver

Understand, I am always trying to
what the soul is,
and where hidden,
and what shape
and so, last week,


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We Had Him
Maya Angelou

We Had Him

by Maya Angelou

Beloveds, now we know that we know
Without notice, our dear love can
In the instant that Michael is go
Though we are many, each of us is
Only when we confess our confusion


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The Phoenix
Sylvia Townsend Warner

The Phoenix

by Sylvia Townsend Warner

Many authorities on bird life had
It was a remarkably fine phoenix,
It costs a great deal of money to
For quite a while Mr. Poldero con
But then business slackened. The


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John Updike

Seven Stanzas at Easter

by John Updike

Make no mistake: if He rose at al
it was as His body;
if the cells’ dissolution did not
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.


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Eurydice
Margaret Atwood

Eurydice

by Margaret Atwood

He is here, come down to look for
It is the song that calls you back
a song of joy and suffering
equally: a promise:
that things will be different up t

White Flowers
Mary Oliver

White Flowers

by Mary Oliver

Last night
in the fields
I lay down in the darkness
to think about death,
but instead I fell asleep,


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A Flea and a Fly in a Flue
Ogden Nash

A Flea and a Fly in a Flue

by Ogden Nash

A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could the
Said the fly, “let us flee!”
“Let us fly!” said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the

Born Yesterday
Philip Larkin

Born Yesterday

by Philip Larkin

Tightly-folded bud,
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,


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Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?
Mary Oliver

Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?

by Mary Oliver

Don’t call this world adorable, or
It’s frisky, and a theater for mor
The eyelash of lightning is neithe
The struck tree burns like a pilla
But the blue rain sinks, straight


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Fifth Philosopher’s Song
Aldous Huxley

Fifth Philosopher’s Song

by Aldous Huxley

A million million spermatozoa
All of them alive;
Out of their cataclysm but one poo
Dare hope to survive.
And among that billion minus one


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To a Man
Maya Angelou

To a Man

by Maya Angelou

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha
Warm mouths of Brandy Fine
Cautious sunlight on a patterned r
Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi
Graceful turns on woolen stilts S


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Five A.M. in the Pinewoods
Mary Oliver

Five A.M. in the Pinewoods

by Mary Oliver

I’d seen
their hoofprints in the deep
needles and knew
they ended the long night
under the pines, walking


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Toads
Philip Larkin

Toads

by Philip Larkin

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?
Six days of the week it soils


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The Soldier, His Wife and the Bum
Charles Bukowski

The Soldier, His Wife and the Bum

by Charles Bukowski

I was a bum in San Francisco but
to go to a symphony concert along
and the music was good but somethi
audience was not
and something about the orchestra


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The Wait
Richard Brautigan

The Wait

by Richard Brautigan

It seemed
like years
before
I picked
a bouquet


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On this Island
W. H. Auden

On this Island

by W. H. Auden

Look, stranger, on this island now
The leaping light for your delight
Stand stable here
And silent be,
That through the channels of the e


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The Blackbird of Glanmore
Seamus Heaney

The Blackbird of Glanmore

by Seamus Heaney

On the grass when I arrive,
Filling the stillness with life,
But ready to scare off
At the very first wrong move.
In the ivy when I leave.


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