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Because I Could Not Stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death — He kindly stopped for me — The Carriage held but just Ourselves — And Immortality. We slowly drove — He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my … Continue reading

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Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night by Walt Whitman

Vigil strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day, One look I but gave which your dear eyes return’d with a look I shall never forget, One … Continue reading

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100th Armistice Day

Today is the 100th anniversary of Armistice Day, the end of the First World War.  Instead of posting music or artwork, I’ve decided to post clips of All Quiet On the Western Front and poetry from the war. Here is … Continue reading

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Oh! Weep for Those by Lord Byron

I. Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel’s stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream, Weep for the harp of Judah’s broken shell– Mourn — where their God that dwelt–the Godless dwell! II. And where shall Israel … Continue reading

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The Raven By Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my … Continue reading

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A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode of Paolo and Francesca by John Keats

As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes; And seeing … Continue reading

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In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound

THE apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.

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