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1.
Choosing
Shoes Frida
Wolfe |
5.
Spring
Song Robert Louis Stevenson |
1. Choosing Shoes
US
RP
http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/629/354.html
Frida Wolfe American
New shoes, new shoes,
Red and pink and blue shoes.
Tell me, what would you choose,
If they'd let us buy?
Buckle shoes, bow shoes,
Pretty pointy-toe shoes,
Strappy, cappy low shoes;
Let's have some to try.
Bright shoes, white
shoes,
Dandy-dance-by-night shoes,
Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes,
Like some? So would I.
BUT
Flat shoes, fat shoes,
Stump-along-like-that shoes,
Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,
That's the sort they'll buy.
2.
Three Songs of Shattering
US
RP
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-songs-of-shattering/
Edna St. Vincent Millay American
(1892-1950)
http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/ednamillay/
Recordings of Edna St. Vincent Milly reading her
poems
http://archive.salon.com/audio/poetry/2001/09/06/millay/index.html
I
The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.
Grief of grief has
drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, - it must have been
Very pretty.
3.
To his Book US
RP
http://www.emule.com/poetry/?page=poem&poem=2995
Robert Herrick English
(1591-1648)
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/197
Make haste away, and
let one be
A friendly patron unto thee;
Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie
Torn for the use of pastery;
Or see thy injured leaves serve well
To make loose gowns for mackarel;
Or see the grocers, in a trice,
Make hoods of thee to serve out spice.
4. Invictus
US
RP
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invictus/
William Ernest Henley
English (1849-1903)
http://www.bartleby.com/65/he/Henley-W.html
Out of the night that
covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch
of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of
wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how
strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
5.
Spring Song
US
RP
http://www.emule.com/poetry/?page=poem&poem=1914
Robert Louis Stevenson
Scottish (1850-1894)
http://www.bartleby.com/65/st/StvnsnR.html
The air was full of
sun and birds,
The fresh air sparkled clearly.
Remembrance wakened in my heart
And I knew I loved her dearly.
The fallows and the
leafless trees
And all my spirit tingled.
My earliest thought of love, and Spring's
First puff of perfume mingled.
In my still heart the
thoughts awoke,
Came lone by lone together -
Say, birds and Sun and Spring, is Love
A mere affair of weather?
6.
Sanctuary US
RP
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/elinor_wylie/poems/22353
Elinor Wylie American
(1885-1928)
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/elinor_wylie/biography
This is the bricklayer;
hear the thud
Of his heavy load dumped down on stone.
His lustrous bricks are brighter than blood,
His smoking mortar whiter than bone.
Set each sharp-edged, fire-bitten brick
Straight by the plumb-line's shivering length;
Make my marvelous wall so thick
Dead nor living may shake its strength.
Full as a crystal cup with drink
Is my cell with dreams, and quiet, and cool. ...
Stop, old man! You must leave a chink;
How can I breathe? You can't, you fool!
7.
The Oven Bird
US
RP
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/robert_frost/poems/612
Robert Frost American (1874-1963)
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/robert_frost/biography
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
8.
There Are Delicacies
US
RP
http://poems.vox.com/library/post/there-are-delicacies-by-earle-birney.html
Earle Birney Canadian
(1904-1995)
http://www.cariboo.bc.ca/ae/e_birney/english/biograph/biograph.htm
there are delicacies
in you
like the hearts of watches
there are wheels that turn
on the tips of rubies
& tiny intricate locks
i need your help
to contrive keys
there is so little time
even for the finest
of watches
Readings
in General American by Karen Chung;
readings in standard British English (RP) by Colin Whiteley.