A Sea-Spell

Dante Gabriel Rossetti No Comments »

(For one of his own pictures)

Her lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree,
While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell
Between its chords; and as the wild notes swell,
The sea-bird for those branches …

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Popularity: 21%


A Little While

Dante Gabriel Rossetti No Comments »

A little while a little love
The hour yet bears for thee and me
Who have not drawn the veil to see
If still our heaven be lit above.
Thou merely, at the …

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Popularity: 15%

Bluebird

Charles Bukowski No Comments »

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart …

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Popularity: 25%

As The Poems Go

Charles Bukowski No Comments »

as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you’ve created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this …

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Popularity: 20%

I Made A Mistake

Charles Bukowski No Comments »

I reached up into the top of the closet
and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and
asked “are these yours?”
and she looked and said,
“no, those belong …

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Popularity: 22%

To The Whore Who Took My Poems

Charles Bukowski No Comments »

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don’t keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, …

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Popularity: 19%

In The Garden

Ella Wheeler Wilcox No Comments »

One moment alone in the garden,
Under the August skies;
The moon had gone but the stars shone on,
Shone like your beautiful eyes.
Away from the glitter and gaslight,
Alone in the garden there,
While …

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Popularity: 20%

A Baby In The House

Ella Wheeler Wilcox No Comments »

I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husband was tip-toeing ’round like a mouse,
And the good wife was …

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Popularity: 16%

Mother’s Loss

Ella Wheeler Wilcox No Comments »

If I could clasp my little babe
Upon my breast to-night,
I would not mind the blowing wind
That shrieketh in affright.
Oh, my lost babe! my little babe,
My babe with dreamful eyes;
Thy bed …

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Popularity: 21%

Delilah

Ella Wheeler Wilcox No Comments »

In the midnight of darkness and terror,
When I would grope nearer to God,
With my back to a record of error
And the highway of sin I have trod,
There comes to me …

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Popularity: 21%



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