Spring 2015
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Index
| 1.
Dust
of Snow Robert
Frost |
4.
The
guitarist tunes up Frances
Cornford 5. This Be The Verse Philip Arthur Larkin 6. The hound Robert Francis |
1. Dust
of Snow
US 
UK
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173526
Robert Frost American
(1874-1963)
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/robert-frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
2. The Eagle
US
UK
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174589
Alfred, Lord Tennyson English (1809-1892)
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/alfred-tennyson
He clasps the
crag with crooked hands
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
3.
Fire and Ice
US
UK
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173527
Robert
Frost American
(1874-1963)
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/robert-frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in
ice.
From what I¡¦ve
tasted of desire
I hold with
those who favor fire.
But if it had
to perish twice,
I think I know
enough of hate
To know that
for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
4.
The guitarist tunes up
US
UK
Frances Cornford English (1886-1960)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Cornford
So long as my spirit
still
With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conqueror who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.
5.
This Be The Verse
US
UK
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178055
Philip Arthur Larkin English (1922-1985)
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/philip-larkin
They fuck you
up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked
up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another¡¦s throats.
Man hands on misery
to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don¡¦t have any kids yourself.
6.
The hound
US
UK
http://www.emule.com/2poetry/phorum/read.php?6,208745
Robert Francis American (1901-1987)
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/robert-francis
Life the hound
Equivocal
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befriend me.
I cannot tell
The hound's intent
Till he has sprung
At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.
Meanwhile I stand
And wait the event.