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Tournament of Roses


O, Gather Me the Rose

- William Ernest Henley -

O, gather me the rose, the rose,
    While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
    And winter waits behind it!

For with the dream foregone, foregone,
    The deed forborne for ever,
The worm, regret, will canker on,
    And time will turn him never.

So well it were to love, my love,
    And cheat of any laughter
The death...

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The Circle: A Silken Thread


My Aunts        

- by Adam Zagajewski -
Translated by Clare Cavanagh

Always caught up in what they called
the practical side of life
(theory was for Plato),
up to their elbows in furniture, in bedding,
in cupboards and kitchen gardens,
they never neglected the lavender sachets
that turned a linen closet to a meadow.

The practical side of life,
like the Moon's unlighted...

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Impressions of Peace

Peace Has Begun by Greg Spalenka


- Sara Teasdale -

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

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A Deeper Season



- E. E. Cummings -

yes is a pleasant country:
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year

both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear

love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april's where we're)

From E. E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962, Liveright, New York, 1991. George J. Firmage, ed.


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Entirely Green


(Quelque Parfum)
- Rainer Maria Rilke -

Malgré le ciel encore bas
et cet air qui chancelle,
quelque chose nouvelle
flotte vers l'odorat.

Quelque parfum tout vert
discrètement se dégage.
Un plaisir déménage:
le printemps est ouvert.


(Some Perfume)
- Rainer Maria Rilke -

Despite the sky, still low,
and the hesitant air,
something new
floats into scent.

Some perfume, entirely green,
frees itself...

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