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On the Wire / Robert Service 
  On The Wire O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? Water! A poor, little cup! It's laughing, the cursed sun! See how it swells and swells Fierce as a hundred hells! God, will it never have done? It's searing the flesh on my bones; It's beating with hammers red... more »
By George Dance  - Nov 10 - 3 new of 3 messages    

Violets / Ronald Leighton 
  Violets Violets from Plug Street Wood, Sweet, I send you oversea. (It is strange they should be blue, Blue when his soaked blood was red, For they grew around his head: It is strange they should be blue.) Violets from Plug Street Wood Think what they have meant to me – Life and Hope and Love and You... more »
By George Dance  - Nov 9 - 1 new of 1 message    

staats exhibit 
  [link] We wish to announce an exhibit of Paintings by artist Staats Fasoldt at The Gardiner Library from November 4th to December 29th. The show will consist of watercolors and oils inspired by the Hudson Valley. Staats received a MFA in painting from SUNY New Paltz and has... more »
By Staats Fasoldt  - Oct 27 - 1 new of 1 message    

Golden Slumbers / Thomas Dekker 
  Golden Slumbers Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise; Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby, Rock them, rock them, lullaby. Care is heavy, therefore sleep you, You are care, and care must keep you; Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby,... more »
By George Dance  - Oct 17 - 2 new of 2 messages    

Night (Fall) / George Dance 
  Night (Fall) The grass shone emerald in the morning light but fades to gray now as the autumn moon glints off the darkened waters in the bight, a stray reflection of some lost balloon. The trees that I remember as so bright (persimmon, scarlet, orange, gold) at noon have dulled to tarry black and ghostly white,... more »
By George Dance  - Sep 28 - 1 new of 1 message    

Bird Cage / Hector de Saint-Denys Garneau 
  Bird Cage I am a bird cage A bone cage With a bird The bird in my bone cage Is death making its nest When nothing is happening I hear its wings folding And when I’ve laughed a lot If I suddenly stop I hear it cooing Deep down Like a small bell It is a bird held captive Death in my bone cage Wouldn’t it like to fly away... more »
By George Dance  - Sep 27 - 1 new of 1 message    

For My Daughter / Weldon Kees 
  For My Daughter by Weldon Kees For My Daughter Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read Beneath the innocence of morning flesh Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed. Coldest of winds have blown this hair, and mesh Of seaweed snarled these miniatures of hands; The night’s slow poison, tolerant and bland,... more »
By George Dance  - Sep 26 - 1 new of 1 message    

'Artists' as Servants of Power 
  Andrew Breitbart's Big Hollywood is out today with new details on the National Endowment for the Arts scandal, including a full transcript and audio recording, as well as a CliffsNotes summary by John Nolte, of the notorious Aug. 10 conference call in which administration officials urged artists to... more »
By Ubiquitous  - Sep 22 - 1 new of 1 message    

On Poet-Ape / Ben Jonson 
  On Poet-Ape Poor Poet-Ape, that would be thought our chief, Whose works are e'en the frippery of wit, From brokage is become so bold a thief, As we, the robb'd, leave rage, and pity it. At first he made low shifts, would pick and glean, Buy the reversion of old plays, now grown To a little wealth and credit in the scene,... more »
By George Dance  - Sep 12 - 3 new of 3 messages    

Lorelei's Song / Heinrich Heine 
  Lorelei's Song If there's reason, I can't recall it Why I feel sick and tense. A fable demands I tell it, An old tale without sense. The heavens are cool and dark now, And quiet flows the Rhine; The peak of the Rock is a spark now Of summer eveningshine. In glory amid the last light There sits a maid most fair:... more »
By George Dance  - Aug 30 - 1 new of 1 message    

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