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California Winter – Karl Shapiro

It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop: A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias lines the path; and whatRare roses for a banquet or a bride, So multitudinous that they seem a glut!  A line … Continue reading

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On Time – John Milton

Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,Whose speed is but the heavy plummet’s pace;And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,Which is no more than what is false and vain,And merely mortal dross;So … Continue reading

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To The Same – John Milton

Cyriack, this three years’ day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of a spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgotten; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,Or man, or … Continue reading

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Valentine – Elinor Morton Wylie

Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall suck, No wasp shall sting. If on some night of cold It falls to the ground In apple-leaves of gold I’ll wrap it around. And I shall seal it up With spice … Continue reading

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Magic – Ovid

YE elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back, you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe, … Continue reading

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Love And War – Ovid

Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns: I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.Youth is fit for war and also fit for Venus.Imagine an aged soldier, an elderly lover! A general looks for the spirit in his brave soldiery; a … Continue reading

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To Life’s Pilgrim – Geoffrey Chaucer

FLY from the press, and dwell with soothfastness; Suffice unto thy good, though it be small, For hoard hath hate, and climbing tickleness ; Preise hath envie, and weal is blent o’er all. Savor no more than thee behoven shall, … Continue reading

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