If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
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Blue, blue is the sea to-day,
Warmly the light
Sleeps on St. Andrews Bay --
Blue, fringed with white.
That's no December sky!
Surely 'tis June
Holds now her state on high,
Queen of the noon.
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Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes,
In whose orbs a shadow lies
Like the dusk in evening skies!
Thou whose locks outshine the sun,
Golden tresses, wreathed in one,
As the braided streamlets run!
Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
......
Oh fluttering pretty butterfly
At your make I gasp with daze
Let me join your dazzling dance
Laced with grace of swaggering steps
Oh sensuous playful butterfly
To your songs I simply sway
Come play me your silken flute
Treat my heart to blissful tunes
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Oh, love of woman, you are known to be
A passion sent to plague the hearts of men;
For every one you bring felicity
Bringing rebuffs and wretchedness to ten.
I have been oft where human life sold cheap
And seen men's brains spilled out about their ears
And yet that never cost me any sleep;
I lived untroubled and I shed no tears.
Fools prate how war is an atrocious thing;
I always knew that nothing it implied
......
I word the blood that freed our land
breathing opens minds which are
partly insane
popping midnight blue on cue
splattering palms moist
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My mom told me:
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is an ocean,
and every wave remembers.
She said:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows—
they are only the night’s way
of teaching you the stars.
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After death,
I will not be gone—
I will be wind, touching your skin,
I will be silence, deep within.
The body fades, the name dissolves,
But the soul—
The soul returns to the rhythm of stars,
To the breath before beginnings,
To the light that dreams all forms.
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If someone couldn’t hear
My silence,
The things I said
Without saying a word,
The quiet pain
I wrapped inside my stillness,
Then I don’t want
To keep them
In my noise either.
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I’m so glad I moved back in here
Back into my heart