Poems
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The Taxi
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When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against
the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges
of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city
prick my eyes
So that I can no longer
see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the
sharp edges of the night?---Amy Lowell
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Pocket Poem
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If this comes creased and
creased again and soiled
as if I'd opened it a
thousand times
to see if what I'd written
here was right
it's all because I looked
for you too long
to put it in your pocket.
Midnight says the little
gifts of loneliness come
wrapped by nervous fingers.
What I'm trying to say
is that I want to be
so close that when you find it,
it is warm from me.---Ted Kooser
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The Sick Rose
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O Rose, thou art sick !
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.---William Black
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A Choice of Weapons
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Sticks and stones are hard on bones.
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything.
But silence breaks the heart.---Phyllis McGinley
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Oh, When I Was In Love With You
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Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew,
How well I did behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.---A. E. Housman
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No Time
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I knelt to pray, but not for long,
I had too much to do.
Must hurry off and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
And so I said a hurried prayer,
Jumped up from off my knees;
My Christian duty now was done,
My soul could be at ease.
All through the day I had no time,
To speak a word of cheer,
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I feared.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to those in need;
At last was time to die.
And when before the Lord I came,
I stood with downcast eyes,
Within His hands he held a book,
It was the Book of Life.
God looked into His book and said,
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down,
but never found the time."---?
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