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"How Great My Grief" (Triolet)
by Thomas Hardy

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
   Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
   Since first it was my fate to know thee?

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Arise from Dreams
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Beneath a fervid sun, blooms open,
Black night has wandered into day,
The songs I hear say birds have woken,
Beneath a fervid sun. Blooms open!
Rich hues thrill the sunshine golden;
And all nature comes out to play!
Beneath a fervid sun, blooms open-
Black night has wandered into day.

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Hap
by Thomas Hardy

IF but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"

Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased, too, that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.


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Graciousness Begins
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

It should always come from our hearts;
if it does not it's all pointless.
For that is where the caring starts.
It should always come from our hearts.
Every person must play their part,
and never the task deem joyless.
It should always come from our hearts;
if it does not it's all pointless.

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Deep Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

The rich orange sun is beaming,
We are lost in summer's wild days;
And gardens and parks are teeming.
The rich orange sun is beaming.
The moon is asleep and dreaming.
We are in a sweet redbird phase!
The rich orange sun is beaming.
We are lost in summer's wild days.

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Recent Triolet Poems
Arise from Dreams
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Beneath a fervid sun, blooms open,
Black night has wandered into day,
The songs I hear say birds have woken,
Beneath a fervid sun. Blooms open!
Rich hues thrill the sunshine golden;
And all nature comes out to play!
Beneath a fervid sun, blooms open-
Black night has wandered into day.

Continue reading
Deep Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

The rich orange sun is beaming,
We are lost in summer's wild days;
And gardens and parks are teeming.
The rich orange sun is beaming.
The moon is asleep and dreaming.
We are in a sweet redbird phase!
The rich orange sun is beaming.
We are lost in summer's wild days.

Continue reading
Graciousness Begins
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

It should always come from our hearts;
if it does not it's all pointless.
For that is where the caring starts.
It should always come from our hearts.
Every person must play their part,
and never the task deem joyless.
It should always come from our hearts;
if it does not it's all pointless.

Continue reading
"How Great My Grief" (Triolet)
by Thomas Hardy

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
   Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
   Since first it was my fate to know thee?

Continue reading
Hap
by Thomas Hardy

IF but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"

Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased, too, that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.


......

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