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Kabir
Kabir

Are you looking for me?

Are you looking for me?

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas, not in I…

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Kabir
Kabir

Brother, I've Seen Some

Brother, I've Seen Some

Brother, I've seen some
Astonishing sights:
A lion keeping watch
Over pasturing cows;
A mother delivered …

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Kabir
Kabir

Abode of the Beloved

Abode of the Beloved

Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.


In that Place There Is No Happiness or U…

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Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Waverley

Waverley
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When, on a novel's newly printed page
We find a maudlin eulogy of sin,
And read of ways that harlots wander in,
And of sick so…

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Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Trees

Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;…

190
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

To a Young Poet who Killed Himself

To a Young Poet who Killed Himself
When you had played with life a space
And made it drink and lust and sing,
You flung it back into God's face

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Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

The White Ships and the Red

The White Ships and the Red
(For Alden March)
With drooping sail and pennant
That never a wind may reach,
They float in sunless waters
Be…

119
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

The House with Nobody in It

The House with Nobody in It
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I'…

126
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

The Apartment House

The Apartment House
Severe against the pleasant arc of sky
The great stone box is cruelly displayed.
The street becomes more dreary from its shade,

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Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

St. Laurence

St. Laurence
Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is lying dead.
The soldiers of Valerian
Their evil hands are wet and red.
Unarme…

142
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Roofs

Roofs
(For Amelia Josephine Burr)
The road is wide and the stars are out
and the breath of the night is sweet,
And this is the time when wanderlu…

143
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy

Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy
Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!"
Her soul spoke thus (I know it did):
"O king of realms of endless joy,
My own,…

102
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Poets

Poets
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
Hunger that cra…

180
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Old Poets

Old Poets
(For Robert Cortez Holliday)
If I should live in a forest
And sleep underneath a tree,
No grove of impudent saplings
Would make…

124
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Main Street

Main Street
(For S.M.L.)
I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,
But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be

119
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Memorial Day

Memorial Day
"Dulce et decorum est"
The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet

139
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Love's Lantern

Love's Lantern
(For Aline)
Because the road was steep and long
And through a dark and lonely land,
God set upon my lips a song
And put a …

115
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Folly

Folly
(For A. K. K.)
What distant mountains thrill and glow
Beneath our Lady Folly's tread?
Why has she left us, wise in woe,
Shrewd, pra…

130
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Dave Lilly

Dave Lilly
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout,
But there's nothing there now but minnows; they say it is all fished out.

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Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Easter

Easter
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.

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Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Alarm Clocks

Alarm Clocks
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
The little twittering birds laugh in his way
A…

173
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Ballade of my Lady's Beauty

Ballade of my Lady's Beauty
Squire Adam had two wives, they say,
Two wives had he, for his delight,
He kissed and clypt them all the day
And clyp…

100
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,

But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,
Do me this favour:
When you this morning make your way
To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses
b…

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Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

To a Cat

To a Cat
Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.

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