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11321. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/tennyson1.html
Below the thunders of the upper deep, Far far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides: above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/tennyson1.html -- 1.6 Кб -- 19.10.1995
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11322. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/darwin1.html
Roll on, ye Stars! exult in youthful prime, Mark with bright curves the printless steps of Time; Near and more near your beamy cars approach, And lessening orbs on lessening orbs encroach; - Flowers of the sky! ye too to age must yield, Frail as your silken sisters of the field! Star after star from Heaven's high arch shall rush, Suns sink on suns, and systems systems crush, Headlong, extinct, to one dark center fall, And Death and Night and Chaos mingle all! ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/darwin1.html -- 1.8 Кб -- 19.10.1995
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11323. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/campion3.html
Now winter nights enlarge The number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. ... This time doth well dispense With lovers' long discourse; Much speech hath some defense, Though beauty no remorse. ... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/campion3.html -- 1.8 Кб -- 19.10.1995
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11324. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/purdy2.html
... Someone hangs in the sky over there from a piece of rope, hammering and fitting God's belly-scratcher, working his way up along the spire until there's nothing left to nail on--- Perhaps the workman's faith reaches beyond : touches intangibles, wrestles with Jacob, replacing rotten timber with pine thews, pounds hard in the blue cave of the sky , contends heroically with difficult problems of gravity, ... Two shores away, a man hammering in the sky. Perhaps he will fall. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/purdy2.html -- 2.6 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11325. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/macniece1.html
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night And the westward train was empty and had no corridors So darting from side to side I could catch the unwonted sight Of those almost intolerably bright Holes, punched in the sky, which excited me partly because Of their Latin names and partly because I had read in the textbooks How very far off they were, it seemed their light Had left them (some at least) long years before I was. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/macniece1.html -- 1.8 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11326. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/housman3.html
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I. Now---for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart--- Take my hand quick and tell me, What have you in your heart. Speak now, and I will answer; How shall I help you, say; Ere to the wind's twelve quarters I take my endless way.
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/housman3.html -- 1.4 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11327. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/raab1.html
... Lost with all hands is an old story." Sure, we're on the edge of an important breakthrough, everyone hearing voices, everyone falling into caves, and you're out wandering through the jungle in the middle of the night in your neglig e. Yes, we're way out there on the edge of science, while the rest of the island continues to disappear until nothing's left except this cliff in the middle of the ocean, and you, in your bathing suit, crouched behind the scuba tanks. ... You know I always loved you. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/raab1.html -- 2.5 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11328. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/raab2.html
... At the end I find myself in a room by a window, or at the edge of a field, with the same clear sky above me wherein later I will imagine clouds, as if some movement were required. ... I place myself among them. ... But this is not my family although it is you who are dying, your words I am again unable to imagine as everything continues sliding together in the light, that day so easily changed to this one, the sky that is so blue, and the clouds that cross my gaze with such terrible speed. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/raab2.html -- 2.0 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11329. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/walcott1.html
The full moon is so fierce that I can count the coconuts' cross-hatched shade on bungalows, their white walls raging with insomnia. The stars leak drop by drop on the tin plates of the sea almonds, and the jeering clouds are luminously rumpled as the sheets. ... Nothing is there, just as it always was, but the foam's wedge to the horizon-light, then, wire-thin, the studded armature, like drops still quivering on his matted hide, the hooves and horn-points anagrammed in stars. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/walcott1.html -- 2.4 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11330. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hollander1.html
Dusk Above the water hang the loud flies Here O so gray then What A pale signal will appear When Soon before its shadow fades Where Here in this pool of opened eye In us No Upon us As at the very edges of where we take shape in the dark air this object bares its image awakening ripples of recognition that will brush darkness up into ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hollander1.html -- 2.7 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11331. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/snyder1.html
The rising hills, the slopes, of statistics lie before us. the steep climb of everything, going up, up, as we all go down. In the next century or the one beyond that, they say, are valleys, pastures, we can meet there in peace if we make it. To climb these coming crests one word to you, to you and your children: stay together learn the flowers go light
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/snyder1.html -- 1.4 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11332. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/rich2.html
... But you burn, and I know it; as I throw back my head to take you in and old transfusion happens again: divine astronomy is nothing to it. ... A man reaches behind my eyes and finds them empty a woman's head turns away from my head in the mirror children are dying my death and eating crumbs of my life. ... You take it all for granted and when I look you back it's with a starlike eye shooting its cold and egotistical spear where it can do least damage. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/rich2.html -- 2.3 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11333. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/wmeredith1.html
Touching your goodness, I am like a man Who turns a letter over in his hand And you might think this was because the hand Was unfamiliar but, truth is, the man Has never had a letter from anyone; And now he is both afraid of what it means And ashamed because he has no other means To find out what it says than to ask someone. ... Afraid and letter-proud, he keeps it with him. What would you call his feeling for the words That keep him rich and orphaned and beloved? ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/wmeredith1.html -- 1.6 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11334. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/teasdale1.html
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/teasdale1.html -- 1.5 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11335. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hardy2.html
Here by the baring bough Raking up leaves, Often I ponder how Springtime deceives,--- I, an old woman now, Raking up leaves. Here in the avenue Raking up leaves Lords' ladies pass in view, Until one heaves Sighs at life's russet hue, Raking up leaves! Just as my shape you see Raking up leaves, I saw, when fresh and free, Those memory weaves Into grey ghosts by me, Raking up leaves. Yet, Dear, though one may sigh, Raking up leaves, New leaves will dance on high--- Earth never grieves!- ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hardy2.html -- 1.6 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11336. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hardy3.html
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hardy3.html -- 1.4 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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11337. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hayden1.html
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. ... When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? ...
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11338. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/dthomas1.html
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labor by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. ...
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11339. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/crane1.html
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. ... And wrecks passed without sound of bells, The calyx of death's bounty giving back A scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph, The portent wound in corridors of shells. Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil, Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled, Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars; And silent answers crept across the stars. ...
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11340. http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/graves1.html
Children are dumb to say how hot the day is, How hot the scent is of the summer rose, How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky, How dreadful the tall soldiers drumming by. ... But if we let our tongues lose self-possession, Throwing off language and its watery clasp Before our death, instead of when death comes, Facing the wide glare of the children's day, Facing the rose, the dark sky and the drums, We shall go mad no doubt and die that way. ...
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Ссылки http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/graves1.html -- 1.8 Кб -- 18.10.1995
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