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Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark )
Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark )
The Vanishing
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks a…
Fame's Penny-Trumpet
Fame's Penny-Trumpet
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
And bid them huddle at your back Goldsucking
…
Dedication
Dedication
Inscribed to a Dear Child:
In Memory of Golden Summer Hours
And Whispers of a Summer Sea
Girt with a b…
Echoes
Echoes
Lady Clara Vere de Vere
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.
…
Another Acrostic ( In the style of Father William )
Another Acrostic ( In the style of Father William )
"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said,
"Did you hear what I told you just now?
"…
Bessie's Song To Her Doll
Bessie's Song To Her Doll
Matilda Jane, you never look
At any toy or picturebook.
I show you pretty things in vain
You must be blind, Mat…
A Valentine
A Valentine
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see
him when he came, but didn't seem to miss him if he stayed away.
Alice And The White Knight
Alice And The White Knight
Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land.
'You are sad.' the Knight said in an anxious tone: 'l…
A Game of Fives
A Game of Fives
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:
Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun.
Five rosy gi…
A Sea Dirge
A Sea Dirge
There are certain things as,
a spider, a ghost,
The incometax,
gout, an umbrella for three That
I hate, but the thing…
A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky
A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July Children
three that nestle near, <…
Wisdom and War
Wisdom and War
We do not care-
That much is clear.
Not enough
Of us care
Anywhere.
We are not wise-
For that reason…
Walkers with the Dawn
Walkers with the Dawn
Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of …
When Sue Wears Red
When Sue Wears Red
When Susanna Jones wears red
her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown by the ages.
Come with a blast of trumphet…
Trumpet Player
Trumpet Player
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
where the smoldering memory
To Artina
To Artina
I will take you heart.
I will take your soul out of your body
As though I were God.
I will not be satisfied
With the to…
The Negro Mother
The Negro Mother
Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order th…
The Weary Blues
The Weary Blues
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue th…
The Blues
The Blues
When the shoe strings break
On both your shoes
And you're in a hurryThat's
the blues.
When you go to buy a cand…
Sylvester’s Dying Bed
Sylvester’s Dying Bed
I woke up this mornin’
’Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.
…
Still Here
Still Here
been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks …
Snake
Snake
He glides so swiftly
Back into the grass-
Gives me the courtesy of road
To let me pass,
That I am half ashamed
Sick Room
Sick Room
How quiet
It is in this sick room
Where on the bed
A silent woman lies between two lovers-
Life and Death,
And a…
Quiet Girl
Quiet Girl
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams