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    My Heart and I
    BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
    I.
    ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
    We sit beside the headstone thus,
    And wish that name were carved for us.
    The moss reprints more tenderly
    The hard types of the mason's knife,
    As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life
    With which we're tired, my heart and I.

    II.
    You see we're tired, my heart and I.
    We dealt with books, we trusted men,
    And in our own blood drenched the pen,
    As if such colours could not fly.
    We walked too straight for fortune's end,
    We loved too true to keep a friend ;
    At last we're tired, my heart and I.

    III.
    How tired we feel, my heart and I !
    We seem of no use in the world ;
    Our fancies hang grey and uncurled
    About men's eyes indifferently ;
    Our voice which thrilled you so, will let
    You sleep; our tears are only wet :
    What do we here, my heart and I ?

    IV.
    So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
    It was not thus in that old time
    When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime
    To watch the sunset from the sky.
    Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said;
    I, smiling at him, shook my head :
    'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I.

    V.
    So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
    Though now none takes me on his arm
    To fold me close and kiss me warm
    Till each quick breath end in a sigh
    Of happy languor. Now, alone,
    We lean upon this graveyard stone,
    Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.

    VI.
    Tired out we are, my heart and I.
    Suppose the world brought diadems
    To tempt us, crusted with loose gems
    Of powers and pleasures ? Let it try.
    We scarcely care to look at even
    A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,
    We feel so tired, my heart and I.

    VII.
    Yet who complains ? My heart and I ?
    In this abundant earth no doubt
    Is little room for things worn out :
    Disdain them, break them, throw them by
    And if before the days grew rough
    We once were loved, used, — well enough,
    I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

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    Poem about a cat.
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    "City That Does Not Sleep"

    In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
    Nobody is asleep.
    The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
    The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
    and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner
    the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars.

    Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
    Nobody is asleep.
    In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
    who has moaned for three years
    because of a dry countryside on his knee;
    and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
    it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

    Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
    We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
    or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias.
    But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
    flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
    in a thicket of new veins,
    and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
    and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

    One day
    the horses will live in the saloons
    and the enraged ants
    will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the
    eyes of cows.

    Another day
    we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead
    and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats
    we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.
    Careful! Be careful! Be careful!
    The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,
    and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention
    of the bridge, or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,
    we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes
    are waiting, where the bear's teeth are waiting,
    where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,
    and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.

    Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.
    Nobody is sleeping.
    If someone does close his eyes,
    a whip, boys, a whip!
    Let there be a landscape of open eyes
    and bitter wounds on fire.
    No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
    I have said it before.

    No one is sleeping.
    But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the
    night, open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
    the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.

    --Federico García Lorca
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    "A Lecture Upon The Shadow"

    Stand still, and I will read to thee
    A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
    These three hours that we have spent,
    Walking here, two shadows went
    Along with us, which we ourselves produc'd.
    But, now the sun is just above our head,
    We do those shadows tread,
    And to brave clearness all things are reduc'd.
    So whilst our infant loves did grow,
    Disguises did, and shadows, flow
    From us, and our cares; but now 'tis not so.
    That love has not attain'd the high'st degree,
    Which is still diligent lest others see.

    Except our loves at this noon stay,
    We shall new shadows make the other way.
    As the first were made to blind
    Others, these which come behind
    Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.
    If our loves faint, and westwardly decline,
    To me thou, falsely, thine,
    And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
    The morning shadows wear away,
    But these grow longer all the day;
    But oh, love's day is short, if love decay.
    Love is a growing, or full constant light,
    And his first minute, after noon, is night.

    --John Donne
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    Auguries of Innocence

    To see a world in a grain of sand,
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
    And eternity in an hour.

    A robin redbreast in a cage
    Puts all heaven in a rage.

    A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
    Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
    A dog starv'd at his master's gate
    Predicts the ruin of the state.

    A horse misused upon the road
    Calls to heaven for human blood.
    Each outcry of the hunted hare
    A fibre from the brain does tear.

    A skylark wounded in the wing,
    A cherubim does cease to sing.
    The game-**** clipt and arm'd for fight
    Does the rising sun affright.

    Every wolf's and lion's howl
    Raises from hell a human soul.

    The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
    Keeps the human soul from care.
    The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
    And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

    The bat that flits at close of eve
    Has left the brain that won't believe.
    The owl that calls upon the night
    Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

    He who shall hurt the little wren
    Shall never be belov'd by men.
    He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
    Shall never be by woman lov'd.

    The wanton boy that kills the fly
    Shall feel the spider's enmity.
    He who torments the chafer's sprite
    Weaves a bower in endless night.

    The caterpillar on the leaf
    Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
    Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
    For the last judgement draweth nigh.

    He who shall train the horse to war
    Shall never pass the polar bar.
    The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
    Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

    The gnat that sings his summer's song
    Poison gets from slander's tongue.
    The poison of the snake and newt
    Is the sweat of envy's foot.

    The poison of the honey bee
    Is the artist's jealousy.

    The prince's robes and beggar's rags
    Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
    A truth that's told with bad intent
    Beats all the lies you can invent.

    It is right it should be so;
    Man was made for joy and woe;
    And when this we rightly know,
    Thro' the world we safely go.

    Joy and woe are woven fine,
    A clothing for the soul divine.
    Under every grief and pine
    Runs a joy with silken twine.

    The babe is more than swaddling bands;
    Every farmer understands.
    Every tear from every eye
    Becomes a babe in eternity;

    This is caught by females bright,
    And return'd to its own delight.
    The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
    Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

    The babe that weeps the rod beneath
    Writes revenge in realms of death.
    The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
    Does to rags the heavens tear.

    The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
    Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
    The poor man's farthing is worth more
    Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

    One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
    Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
    Or, if protected from on high,
    Does that whole nation sell and buy.

    He who mocks the infant's faith
    Shall be mock'd in age and death.
    He who shall teach the child to doubt
    The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

    He who respects the infant's faith
    Triumphs over hell and death.
    The child's toys and the old man's reasons
    Are the fruits of the two seasons.

    The questioner, who sits so sly,
    Shall never know how to reply.
    He who replies to words of doubt
    Doth put the light of knowledge out.

    The strongest poison ever known
    Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
    Nought can deform the human race
    Like to the armour's iron brace.

    When gold and gems adorn the plow,
    To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
    A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
    Is to doubt a fit reply.

    The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
    Make lame philosophy to smile.
    He who doubts from what he sees
    Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

    If the sun and moon should doubt,
    They'd immediately go out.
    To be in a passion you good may do,
    But no good if a passion is in you.

    The whore and gambler, by the state
    Licensed, build that nation's fate.
    The harlot's cry from street to street
    Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

    The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
    Dance before dead England's hearse.

    Every night and every morn
    Some to misery are born,
    Every morn and every night
    Some are born to sweet delight.

    Some are born to sweet delight,
    Some are born to endless night.

    We are led to believe a lie
    When we see not thro' the eye,
    Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
    When the soul slept in beams of light.

    God appears, and God is light,
    To those poor souls who dwell in night;
    But does a human form display
    To those who dwell in realms of day.


    - William Blake
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    Mary had a bathing suit
    The latest style...no doubt
    But everywhere that Mary went
    She was more than half way out...

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