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Lament

by Dylan Thomas

When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave

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Green Chile

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.

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Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face With Nature's Own Hand Painted

by William Shakespeare

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,

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Palme

by Paul Valéry

Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.

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The City In Which I Loved You

by Li-Young Lee

And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...

That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I

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Recent Woman Poems

Enigmatic Me

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

For long, I had enjoyed solving assorted puzzles, and difficult riddles, too,
For they entertain and stimulate an eager mind, as myriad stars often do.

From years of solving, I'd grown adept, as green river, that knows its way,
Like a winter unfailingly melts into spring, chasing the fading blues away.

In recollection, I'd say I was happy-still, life seemed devoid of excitement,
Like the excitement of rare, purple blooms, appearing with no enticement.

I followed the same dull routine each day, and it was all quite predictable,

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Rise up woman - Alexis karpouzos

by alexis karpouzos

Yes, injured Woman! Rise, assert thy right!
Woman! Too long degraded, scorned, oppressed.
Unlock the potential you have inside,
expand your wings and fly.
We need to move beyond the limits
we've placed upon our lives
to touch your heart, O love,
Rise up, O woman!

Daisy Mae

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Daisy Mae is walking by the scented jade meadow,
of warm butterscotch days and mulberry sundown,
And in the green trees, lingers a murder of crows,
Lying in wait for raven night, when luster abounds!

Vast skies are teal, and a whisper's on the breeze.
She is lost in the moment, as the sunshine pours,
And scarlet and purple birds sing in different keys,
As meadow and moor, thrum in vibrant discourse.

Abstract Lady

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Abstract mystery lady, on the burgundy museum wall,
Eyes in deep shadows, in her green dress at the ball,
Sitting lost in thought, of what no one will ever know,
As the moonlight mingles with her hair at the window.

Abstract stylish lady, her face a vague blend of colors,
No longer with the crowd, now apart from the others,
In a room of wild, color swirls and vague bright lights,
Both lady and night inscrutable, backlit by moonlight.

Relationship

by Arshia Sheikh

Sometime we take our love forgranted

But believe me, I have always cared.

A small fight is not the end of our relation,

It is pious, it needs some consideration.

One day I am wrong and other day you may be,

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