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    ARCADIAN WINTER
    --- by Willa Cather

    WOE is me to tell it thee,
    Winter winds in Arcady!
    Scattered is thy flock and fled
    From the glades where once it fed,
    And the snow lies drifted white
    In the bower of our delight,
    Where the beech threw gracious shade
    On the cheek of boy and maid:
    And the bitter blasts make roar
    Through the fleshless sycamore.


    White enchantment holds the spring,
    Where thou once wert wont to sing,
    And the cold hath cut to death
    Reeds melodious of thy breath.

    He, the rival of thy lyre,
    Nightingale with note of fire,
    Sings no more; but far away,
    From the windy hill-side gray,
    Calls the broken note forlorn
    Of an aged shepherd's horn.


    Still about the fire they tell
    How it long ago befell
    That a shepherd maid and lad
    Met and trembled and were glad;
    When the swift spring waters ran,
    And the wind to boy or man
    Brought the aching of his sires--
    Song and love and all desires.

    Ere the starry dogwoods fell
    They were lovers, so they tell.


    Woe is me to tell it thee,
    Winter winds in Arcady!
    Broken pipes and vows forgot,
    Scattered flocks returning not,
    Frozen brook and drifted hill,
    Ashen sun and song-birds still;
    Songs of summer and desire
    Crooned about the winter fire;
    Shepherd lads with silver hair,
    Shepherd maids no longer fair.

    Poem by Willa Cather
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    PARADOX
    by Willa Cather

    I KNEW them both upon Miranda's isle,
    Which is of youth a sea-bound seigniory:
    Misshapen Caliban, so seeming vile,
    And Ariel, proud prince of minstrelsy,
    Who did forsake the sunset for my tower
    And like a star above my slumber burned.

    The night was held in silver chains by power
    Of melody, in which all longings yearned--
    Star-grasping youth in one wild strain expressed,
    Tender as dawn, insistent as the tide;
    The heart of night and summer stood confessed.

    I rose aglow and flung the lattice wide--
    Ah, jest of art, what mockery and pang!
    Alack, it was poor Caliban who sang.

    Willa Cather

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    Willa Cather Biography...Willa Sibert Cather (December 7, 1873 – April 24, 1947) was an American author who achieved recognition for her novels of frontier life on the Great Plains, in works such as O Pioneers!, My Ántonia, and The Song of the Lark. In 1923 she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for One of Ours (1922), a novel set during World War I. Cather grew up in Nebraska and graduated from the University of Nebraska. She lived and worked in Pittsburgh for ten years, then at the age of 33 she moved to New York, where she lived for the rest of her life.
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    Richard Wilbur, "The Death of a Toad" (1950)



    THE DEATH OF A TOAD

    A toad the power mower caught,
    Chewed and clipped of a leg, with a hobbling hop has got
    To the garden verge, and sanctuaried him
    Under the cineraria leaves, in the shade
    Of the ashen and heartshaped leaves, in a dim,
    Low, and a final glade.

    The rare original heartsblood goes,
    Spends in the earthen hide, in the folds and wizenings, flows
    In the gutters of the banked and staring eyes. He lies
    As still as if he would return to stone,
    And soundlessly attending, dies
    Toward some deep monotone,

    Toward misted and ebullient seas
    And cooling shores, toward lost Amphibia's emperies.
    Day dwindles, drowning and at length is gone
    In the wide and antique eyes, which still appear
    To watch, across the castrate lawn,
    The haggard daylight steer.
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    Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
    --By Walter Savage Landor

    I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
    Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
    I warm’d both hands before the fire of Life;
    It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

    --------------------------------------------

    The Maid’s Lament
    --By Walter Savage Landor

    I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
    I feel I am alone.
    I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,
    Alas! I would not check.
    For reasons not to love him once I sought,
    And wearied all my thought
    To vex myself and him: I now would give
    My love could he but live
    Who lately lived for me, and, when he found
    ’Twas vain, in holy ground
    He hid his face amid the shades of death.
    I waste for him my breath
    Who wasted his for me! but mine returns,
    And this lorn bosom burns
    With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep,
    And waking me to weep
    Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years
    Wept he as bitter tears.
    Merciful God! such was his latest prayer,
    These may she never share.
    Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold,
    Than daisies in the mould,
    Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate,
    His name and life’s brief date.
    Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe’er you be,
    And oh! pray too for me!

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    Mild is the Parting Year
    --By Walter Savage Landor

    Mild is the parting year, and sweet
    The odour of the falling spray;
    Life passes on more rudely fleet,
    And balmless is its closing day.

    I wait its close, I court its gloom,
    But mourn that never must there fall
    Or on my breast or on my tomb
    The tear that would have soothed it all.

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    Let No Charitable Hope
    by Elinor Wylie
    Now let no charitable hope
    Confuse my mind with images
    Of eagle and of antelope:
    I am in nature none of these.

    I was, being human, born alone;
    I am, being woman, hard beset;
    I live by squeezing from a stone
    The little nourishment I get.

    In masks outrageous and austere
    The years go by in single file;
    But none has merited my fear,
    And none has quite escaped my smile.
    This poet, deserves far, far, FAR more recognition that ever is given, IMHO..-TYR
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    An Invitation
    ---- by Thomas Blackburn
    Holding with shaking hands a letter from some
    Official – high up he says in the Ministry,
    I note that I am invited to Birmingham,
    There pedagogues to address for a decent fee.
    'We like to meet,' he goes on, 'men eminent
    In the field of letters each year,' and that's well put,
    Though I find his words not wholly relevant
    To this red-eyed fellow whose mouth tastes rank as soot.
    No doubt what he's thinking of is poetry
    When 'Thomas Blackburn' he writes, and not the fuss
    A life makes when it has no symmetry,
    Though the term 'a poet' being mainly posthumous,
    Since I'm no stiff, is inappropriate.
    What I can confirm is the struggle that never lets up
    Between the horses of Plato beneath my yoke,
    One after Light, and for Hell not giving a rap,
    The other only keen on infernal smoke.
    And poems...? From time to time they commemorate
    Some particularly dirty battle between these two;
    I put the letter down – what's the right note?
    'Dear Sir,' I type, 'how nice to speak to you!'

    What I can confirm is the struggle that never lets up
    Between the horses of Plato beneath my yoke,
    One after Light, and for Hell not giving a rap,
    The other only keen on infernal smoke.
    And poems...? From time to time they commemorate
    Some particularly dirty battle between these two;
    I put the letter down – what's the right note?
    'Dear Sir,' I type, 'how nice to speak to you!'
    I got a real kick out of this one, discovered today.-Tyr
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    To See Him Again
    - Poem by Gabriela Mistral


    Never, never again?
    Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
    or during dawn's maiden brightness
    or afternoons of sacrifice?

    Or at the edge of a pale path
    that encircles the farmlands,
    or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,
    whitened by a shimmering moon?

    Or beneath the forest's
    luxuriant, raveled tresses
    where, calling his name,
    I was overtaken by the night?
    Not in the grotto that returns
    the echo of my cry?

    Oh no. To see him again --
    it would not matter where --
    in heaven's deadwater
    or inside the boiling vortex,
    under serene moons or in bloodless fright!

    To be with him...
    every springtime and winter,
    united in one anguished knot
    around his bloody neck!
    Gabriela Mistral

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    I was not expecting that last verse- or even that last stanza.
    This one has power and apparently,heartache, pain, angst, anger, hatred and extreme loathing of a lost lover..-Tyr
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    A Modest Love
    BY SIR EDWARD DYER
    The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
    The fly her spleen, the little sparks their heat;
    The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,
    And bees have stings, although they be not great;
    Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
    And love is love, in beggars as in kings.

    Where rivers smoothest run, deep are the fords;
    The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
    The firmest faith is in the fewest words;
    The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love:
    True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak;
    They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

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    This I found to be immensely deep, beautifully crafted and
    so wondrously woven.... --Tyr
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    Mesopotamia
    BY RUDYARD KIPLING
    1917


    They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
    The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
    But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
    Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

    They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain
    In sight of help denied from day to day:
    But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
    Are they too strong and wise to put away?

    Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide—
    Never while the bars of sunset hold.
    But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
    Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

    Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?
    When the storm is ended shall we find
    How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
    By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

    Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
    Even while they make a show of fear,
    Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
    To conform and re-establish each career?

    Their lives cannot repay us—their death could not undo—
    The shame that they have laid upon our race.
    But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
    Shall we leave it unabated in its place?

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    Justice
    BY RUDYARD KIPLING
    October, 1918



    Across a world where all men grieve
    And grieving strive the more,
    The great days range like tides and leave
    Our dead on every shore.
    Heavy the load we undergo,
    And our own hands prepare,
    If we have parley with the foe,
    The load our sons must bear.

    Before we loose the word
    That bids new worlds to birth,
    Needs must we loosen first the sword
    Of Justice upon earth;
    Or else all else is vain
    Since life on earth began,
    And the spent world sinks back again
    Hopeless of God and Man.

    A People and their King
    Through ancient sin grown strong,
    Because they feared no reckoning
    Would set no bound to wrong;
    But now their hour is past,
    And we who bore it find
    Evil Incarnate held at last
    To answer to mankind.

    For agony and spoil
    Of nations beat to dust,
    For poisoned air and tortured soil
    And cold, commanded lust,
    And every secret woe
    The shuddering waters saw—
    Willed and fulfilled by high and low—
    Let them relearn the Law:

    That when the dooms are read,
    Not high nor low shall say:—
    "My haughty or my humble head
    Has saved me in this day."
    That, till the end of time,
    Their remnant shall recall
    Their fathers' old, confederate crime
    Availed them not at all:

    That neither schools nor priests,
    Nor Kings may build again
    A people with the heart of beasts
    Made wise concerning men.
    Whereby our dead shall sleep
    In honour, unbetrayed,
    And we in faith and honour keep
    That peace for which they paid.
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    Mildred Plew Meigs (born Mildred Plew) was an American poet, author of poems. Born to Chicago financier James E. Plew and Nettie Plew (nee Raymond), Mildred spent her adult life in Valparaiso, Florida. Mildred is most famous for her poem, "The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee", which she published in Child Life Magazine in a 1923 issue.

    Her first published book, The Road To Raffydiddle is dated 1913, and features illustrations by Frank Aloise.[3]

    She contributed dozens of poems to Child Life Magazine, Harper's, Motion Picture,[4] Poetry, and other lifestyle magazines, and is credited as the author of six children's books.[5]

    Mildred Plew Meigs died 1944, February 22, in her home in Valparaiso, Florida.[2]


    Silver Ships
    by Mildred Plew Merryman



    There are trails that a lad may follow

    When the years of his boyhood slip,



    But I shall soar like a swallow

    On the wings of a silver ship,



    Guiding my bird of metal,



    One with her throbbing frame,

    Floating down like a petal,



    Roaring up like a flame;

    Winding the wind that scatters



    Smoke from the chimney's lip,

    Tearing the clouds to tatters



    With the wings of a silver ship;



    Grazing the broad blue sky light



    Up where the falcons fare,

    Riding the realms of twilight,



    Brushed by a comet's hair;

    Snug in my coat of leather,



    Watching the skyline swing,

    Shedding the world like a feather



    From the tip of a tilted wing.

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    Moon Song

    by Mildred Plew Merryman




    Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon —



    Over the crinkling sea,

    The moon man flings him a silvered net



    Fashioned of moonbeams three.



    And some folk say when the net lies long

    And the midnight hour is ripe;



    The moon man fishes for some old song

    That fell from a sailor's pipe.



    And some folk say that he fishes the bars

    Down where the dead ships lie,



    Looking for lost little baby stars

    That slid from the slippery sky.



    And the waves roll out and the waves roll in

    And the nodding night wind blows,



    But why the moon man fishes the sea

    Only the moon man knows.



    Zoon, zoon, net of the moon



    Rides on the wrinkling sea;

    Bright is the fret and shining wet,



    Fashioned of moonbeams three.



    And some folk say when the great net gleams

    And the waves are dusky blue,



    The moon man fishes for two little dreams

    He lost when the world was new.



    And some folk say in the late night hours

    While the long fin'shadows slide,



    The moon man fishes for cold sea flowers

    Under the tumbling tide.



    And the waves roll out and the waves roll in

    And the gray gulls dip and dose,



    But why the moon man fishes the sea

    Only the moon man knows.



    Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon —



    Over the crinkling sea,

    The moon man flings him a silvered net



    Fashioned of moonbeams three.



    And some folk say that he follows the flecks

    Down where the last light flows,



    Fishing for two round gold'rimmed "specs"

    That blew from his button4ike nose.



    And some folk say while the salt sea foams



    And the silver net lines snare,

    The moon man fishes for carven combs



    That float from the mermaids' hair.



    And the waves roll out and the waves roll in

    And the nodding night wind blows,



    But why the moon man fishes the sea

    Only the moon man knows.

    *********************************

    Another great poet I recently discovered.
    One that deserves much greater recognition imho..-Tyr
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    Catbird
    -- by Mary Oliver

    He picks his pond, and the soft thicket of his world.
    He bids his lady come, and she does,
    flirting with her tail.
    He begins early, and makes up his song as he goes.
    He does not enter a house at night, or when it rains.
    He is not afraid of the wind, though he is cautious.
    He watches the snake, that stripe of black fire,
    until it flows away.
    He watches the hawk with her sharpest shins, aloft
    in the high tree.
    He keeps his prayer under his tongue.
    In his whole life he has never missed the rising of the sun.
    He dislikes snow.
    But a few raisins give him the greatest delight.
    He sits in the forelock of the lilac, or he struts
    in its shadow.
    He is neither the rare plover or the brilliant bunting,
    but as common as the grass.
    His black cap gives him a jaunty look, for which
    we humans have learned to tilt our caps, in envy.
    When he is not singing, he is listening.
    Neither have I ever seen him with his eyes closed.
    Though he may be looking at nothing more than a cloud
    it brings to his mind several dozen new remarks.
    From one branch to another, or across the path,
    he dazzles with flight.
    Since I see him every morning, I have rewarded myself
    the pleasure of thinking that he knows me.
    Yet never once has he answered my nod.
    He seems, in fact, to find in me a kind of humor,
    I am so vast, uncertain and strange.
    I am the one who comes and goes,
    and who knows why.
    Will I ever understand him?
    Certainly he will never understand me, or the world
    I come from.
    For he will never sing for the kingdom of dollars.
    For he will never grow pockets in his gray wings.

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    Most definitely a true and very great poetess! -Tyr
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    Clinton Scollard
    Clinton Scollard [1860-1932] was a prolific American poet and sometime novelist. He was an excellent poet technically.
    His verse often feature the natural world and depict small incidents that are honed to perfection. He has been compared with Robert Fros

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    Three poems by -- Clinton Scollard



    An Exile


    I can remember the plaint of the wind on the moor,
    Crying at dawning, and crying at shut of the day,
    And the call of the gulls that is eerie and dreary and dour,
    And the sound of the surge as it breaks on the beach of the bay.

    I can remember the thatch of the cot and the byre,
    And the green of the garth just under the dip of the fells,
    And the low of the kine, and the settle that stood by the fire,
    And the reek of the peat, and the redolent heathery smells.

    And I long for it all though the roses around me are red,
    And the arch of the sky overhead has bright blue for a lure,
    And glad were the heart of me, glad, if my feet could but tread
    The path, as of old, that led upward and over the moor!

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    Dawn, The Harvester

    The purple sky has blanched to blue
    With freaks and streaks of rose and fawn,
    While on the rolling meads of sea
    Gleam the gold footsteps of the Dawn.

    What harvest, think you, will he find
    Whither he sets his feet to roam?
    Upon that boundless beryl plain
    Only the lilies of the foam!

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    Khamsin


    Oh, the wind from the desert blew in! — Khamsin

    The wind from the desert blew in!
    It blew from the heart of the fiery south,
    From the fervid sand and the hills of drouth,
    And it kissed the land with its scorching mouth;
    The wind from the desert blew in!

    It blasted the buds on the almond bough,
    And shriveled the fruit on the orange tree;
    The wizened dervish breathed no vow
    So weary and parched was he.
    The lean muezzin could not cry;
    The dogs ran mad, and bayed at the sky;
    The hot sun shone like a copper disk,
    And prone in the shade of an obelisk
    The water-carrier sank with a sigh,
    For limp and dry was his water-skin;
    And the wind from the desert blew in.

    The camel crouched by the crumbling wall,
    And, oh, the pitiful moan it made!
    The minarets, taper and slim and tall,
    Reeled and swam in the brazen light;
    And prayers went up by day and night,
    But thin and drawn were the lips that prayed.
    The river writhed in its slimy bed,
    Shrunk to a tortuous, turbid thread;
    The burnt earth cracked like a cloven rind;
    And still the wind, the ruthless wind, Khamsin,
    The wind from the desert, blew in!

    Into the cool of the mosque it crept,
    Where the poor sought rest at the prophet's shrine;
    Its breath was fire to the jasmine vine;
    It fevered the brow of the maid who slept,
    And men grew haggard with revel of wine.

    The tiny fledgling died in the nest;
    The sick babe gasped at the mother's breast.
    Then a rumor rose and swelled and spread
    From a tremulous whisper faint and vague,
    Till it burst in a terrible cry of dread.
    The plague! the plague! the plague!
    Oh, the wind, Khamsin,
    The scourge of the desert, blew in!

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    A Triad
    ---BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

    Three sang of love together: one with lips
    Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow,
    Flushed to the yellow hair and finger tips;
    And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow
    Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show;
    And one was blue with famine after love,
    Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low
    The burden of what those were singing of.
    One shamed herself in love; one temperately
    Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife;
    One famished died for love. Thus two of three
    Took death for love and won him after strife;
    One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee:
    All on the threshold, yet all short of life.

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    Dream Land
    --BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

    Where sunless rivers weep
    Their waves into the deep,
    She sleeps a charmed sleep:
    Awake her not.
    Led by a single star,
    She came from very far
    To seek where shadows are
    Her pleasant lot.

    She left the rosy morn,
    She left the fields of corn,
    For twilight cold and lorn
    And water springs.
    Through sleep, as through a veil,
    She sees the sky look pale,
    And hears the nightingale
    That sadly sings.

    Rest, rest, a perfect rest
    Shed over brow and breast;
    Her face is toward the west,
    The purple land.
    She cannot see the grain
    Ripening on hill and plain;
    She cannot feel the rain
    Upon her hand.

    Rest, rest, for evermore
    Upon a mossy shore;
    Rest, rest at the heart's core
    Till time shall cease:
    Sleep that no pain shall wake;
    Night that no morn shall break
    Till joy shall overtake
    Her perfect peace.

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    Winter: My Secret
    --BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

    I tell my secret? No indeed, not I;
    Perhaps some day, who knows?
    But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
    And you’re too curious: fie!
    You want to hear it? well:
    Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.

    Or, after all, perhaps there’s none:
    Suppose there is no secret after all,
    But only just my fun.
    Today’s a nipping day, a biting day;
    In which one wants a shawl,
    A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
    I cannot ope to everyone who taps,
    And let the draughts come whistling thro’ my hall;
    Come bounding and surrounding me,
    Come buffeting, astounding me,
    Nipping and clipping thro’ my wraps and all.
    I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
    His nose to Russian snows
    To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
    You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
    Believe, but leave the truth untested still.

    Spring’s an expansive time: yet I don’t trust
    March with its peck of dust,
    Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
    Nor even May, whose flowers
    One frost may wither thro’ the sunless hours.

    Perhaps some languid summer day,
    When drowsy birds sing less and less,
    And golden fruit is ripening to excess,
    If there’s not too much sun nor too much cloud,
    And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
    Perhaps my secret I may say,
    Or you may guess.
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    This poet must always rank within the top 5 best female poets ever, imho..
    No modern female poet rates even in the top 10 best female poets -if a true rating is to be given, imho..-Tyr
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    [QUOTE=Tyr-Ziu Saxnot;836263]Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

    Definitely one of my faves Ty

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    [QUOTE=Mika-El;983290]
    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

    Definitely one of my faves Ty
    As she is mine as well. A truly brilliant poet, imho. See my post number 6 on this very thread. I list her poems, her bio...
    She was truly a poet's poet....--Tyr
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