Author: Klyn
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To the Poor
by Anna Lætitia Barbauld Child of distress, who meet’st the bitter scorn, Of fellow-men to happier prospects born, Doomed Art and Nature’s various stores to see, Flow in full cups of joy—and not for thee; Who see’st the rich, to heaven and fate resigned, Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind; Whose bursting heart disdains […]
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Wooden God’s by Iryna Shuvalova
What did you know my little wooden godsmy cunning golden foxes when my flightleft behindthe gray-black-redNovember field beyond Boryspilthe mirror patches of autumn water what did you seefrom your dusty placeon my bookshelf when Ibrought youpinecones leaves pebblesto thank you for I thoughta new joba successful relocationthe visa finally issuedbut apparently it was for an […]
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Among Women by Marie Ponsot
What women wander? Not many. All. A few. Most would, now & then, & no wonder. Some, and I’m one, Wander sitting still. My small grandmother Bought from every peddler Less for the ribbons and lace Than for their scent Of sleep where you will, Walk out when you want, choose Your bread and your […]
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The Applicant by Sylvia Plath
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook, Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch, Stitches to show something’s missing? No, no? Then How can we give you a thing? Stop crying. Open your hand. Empty? Empty. Here is a […]
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The Builders
By John Masefield Before the unseen cock had called the time, Those workers left their beds and stumbled out Into the street, where dust lay white as lime Under the last star that keeps bats about. Then blinking still from bed, they trod the street, The doors closed up and down ; […]
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Choices
By Tess Gallagher I go to the mountain side of the house to cut saplings, and clear a view to snow on the mountain. But when I look up, saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in the uppermost branches. I don’t cut that one. I don’t cut the others either. Suddenly, in every […]
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Oh hope! Thou soother weep of Human woes
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes! How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn! For me wilt thou renew the withered rose, And clear my painful path of pointed thorn? Ah come, sweet nymph! in smiles and softness drest, Like the young hours that lead the tender year Enchantress come! and charm […]
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On the Subject of Doctors
I like to see doctors cough. What kind of human being would grab all your money just when you’re down? I’m not saying they enjoy this: “Sorry, Mr. Rodriguez, that’s it, no hope! You might as well hand over your wallet.” Hell no, they’d rather be playing golf and swapping jokes about our feet. Some […]
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Shock Absorber
by Kalyanee Rajan I always thought that a Shock Absorber was merely a mechanical device of my father’s two-wheeler. Then I met you. Counted the fine lines carved on your youthful face. Beheld with wonder the fragrant smile dancing continually on your dark lips. Dived into the hidden depths of your luminous eyes. And sprung […]
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New Magic
At last I know—it’s on old ivory jars, Glassed with old miniatures and garnered once with musk. I’ve seen those eyes like smouldering April stars as carp might see them behind their bubbled skies in pale green fishponds—they’re as green as your eyes, As lakes themselves, changed to green stone at dusk. At last I […]
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Street View
I Google where I come from in Ireland,drag the yellow man into street viewand click the spin arrow over and overso I can see it all. When I pull him offthe control panel, above his + and – ,he flies, a patch of green hoveringbelow him, his own flying island, his littleearth shadow, smudged at the […]
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When I consider Everything that Grows
When I consider everything that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the stars in secret influence comment;When I perceive that men as plants increase,Cheered and check’d even by the selfsame sky,Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,And wear their brave state out of memory;Then the conceit […]
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Let those who are in Favour with their Stars
by William Shakespeare Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honour and proud titles boast,Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spreadBut as the marigold at the sun’s eye,And in themselves their pride lies buried,For at a frown they […]
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Song of the Witches “Double, double toil and trouble”
by William Shakespeare Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,. Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like […]
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