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The Odyssey: Book 9

by Homer

And Ulysses answered, "King Alcinous, it is a good thing to hear a
bard with such a divine voice as this man has. There is nothing better
or more delightful than when a whole people make merry together,
with the guests sitting orderly to listen, while the table is loaded
with bread and meats, and the cup-bearer draws wine and fills his
cup for every man. This is indeed as fair a sight as a man can see.
Now, however, since you are inclined to ask the story of my sorrows,
and rekindle my own sad memories in respect of them, I do not know how
to begin, nor yet how to continue and conclude my tale, for the hand
of heaven has been laid heavily upon me.

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Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree

by Alfred Edward Housman

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.

"The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.

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Exposure

by Wilfred Owen

I

1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4 Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.

6 Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7 Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.

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A Red Palm

by Gary Soto

You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.

That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair

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Invocation

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Rarely, rarely, comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night?
Many a weary night and day
'Tis since thou art fled away.

How shall ever one like me
Win thee back again?
With the joyous and the free

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Recent Home Poems

Sunshine Golden

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

There's a burst of mellow sunshine, the hour of my return
after many nights, dark and sable, spent in longing for my home
Bees buzz in the rose garden, and soon to their honeycomb

Almost Home

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I believed in fitness and healthy living, including obtaining sufficient sleep,
To revel for years in buttery sunshine, which makes emerald willows weep.

I consumed only healthier foods, including plenty of fruits and vegetables,
As the glassy, black midnight water, reaches up for moonlight collectibles.

Exercise was part of my daily routine, at times running, at others walking,
On the street of scarlet butterflies, where lazy blackbirds were squawking.

I was in the wild midst of the happy years, like a rare diamond in the sun,

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Purple Teddy Bear

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

sitting on a chair
waiting for love to return
when the school bells ring

the birds are singing
but purple teddy is blue
the young days of spring

the clock keeps ticking
as saffron day grows older

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Crowded House

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.

Hickory Dickory, One O'Clock

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I resided in a beautiful old home, on the sunny side of the street;
And I had friendly neighbors, offering hellos whenever we'd meet.

Often when I was off from work, I puttered in my house or garden,
As cool breezy treetop swings, are the select favorites of red robin.

My friends and I would sometimes gather, for backyard barbecues,
Like puffy clouds gather together, to experience the shades of blue.

I was the owner a curio shop, which sold souvenirs and rare items,

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