Category Archives: Classic Poems

Autumn Love – Li Ching Chao

Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. I can find no peace. I drink two cups, then three bowls, Of clear wine until I can’t Stand up … Continue reading

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Mothers And Daughters – David Campbell

The cruel girls we loved Are over forty, Their subtle daughters Have stolen their beauty; And with a blue stare Of cool surprise, They mock their anxious mothers With their mothers’ eyes.

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Cat And Mouse – David Campbell

Her green eyes change to yellow. This Is open season. In a glass maze Lovers play a cat and mouse. Good cat! He coaxes sparks from her fur. Scalpel-fine claws Furrow his forehead. His tears drop like red pears. She … Continue reading

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Days – Karle Wilson Baker

Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind; And other days they drift and shine – such free and flying things! I find … Continue reading

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Blue Smoke – Karle Wilson Baker

The flame of my life burns low Under the cluttered days, Like a fire of leaves. But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke Goes up to God.

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A Clear Night – Karle Wilson Baker

I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment, Impatient to be rid of it. And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders This jewel caught in my hair.

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Death, Always cruel – Dante Alighieri

Death, always cruel, Pity’s foe in chief, Mother who brought forth grief, Merciless judgment and without appeal! Since thou alone hast made my heart to feel This sadness and unweal, My tongue upbraideth thee without relief. And now (for I … Continue reading

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