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On the Wire / Robert Service
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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 »
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Violets / Ronald Leighton
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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 »
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staats exhibit
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[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 »
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Golden Slumbers / Thomas Dekker
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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 »
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Night (Fall) / George Dance
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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 »
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Bird Cage / Hector de Saint-Denys Garneau
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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 »
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For My Daughter / Weldon Kees
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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 »
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'Artists' as Servants of Power
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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 »
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On Poet-Ape / Ben Jonson
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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 »
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Lorelei's Song / Heinrich Heine
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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 »
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