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#310347 6 months ago
.....nine mile skid on a ten mile ride
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#312325 5 months, 3 weeks ago
Poem
by Delmore Scwartz

Old man in the crystal morning after snow,
Your throat swathed in a muffler,
Your bent figure building the snow man
Which is meant for the grandchild's target,

do you know

This fat cartoon, his eyes pocked in with coal
Nears you each time your breath smokes the air,
Lewdly grinning out of a private nightmare?
He is the white cold shadow of your soul.

You build his comic head, you place his comic hat;
Old age is not so serious, and I
By the window sad and watchful as a cat,
Build to this poem of old age and of snow,
And weep: you are my snow man and I know
I near you, you near him, all of us must die.


I found this last night in the drawer of an old dresser. I only know about Delmore Schwartz from my love of Lou Reed. He was Lou's mentor at Syracuse University. A lot of great people went there I think, including Betsey Johnson.


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#317320 5 months, 1 week ago
Late Spring

by Henry Van Dyke

Part I

Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days,
Why the sweet Spring delays,
And where she hides, the dear desire
Of every heart that longs
For bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire
Of maple-buds along the misty hills,
And that immortal call which fills
The waiting wood with songs?
The snow-drops came so long ago,
It seemed that Spring was near!
But then returned the snow
With biting winds, and all the earth grew sere,
And sullen clouds drooped low
To veil the sadness of a hope deferred:
Then rain, rain, rain, incessant rain
Beat on the window-pane,
Through which I watched the solitary bird
That braved the tempest, buffeted and tossed,
With rumpled feathers, down the wind again.
Oh, were the seeds all lost
When winter laid the wild flowers in their tomb?
I searched their haunts in vain
For blue hepaticas, and trilliums white,
And trailing arbutus, the Spring's delight,
Starring the withered leaves with rosy bloom.
The woods were bare: and every night the frost
To all my longings spoke a silent nay,
And told me Spring was far and far away.
Even the robins were too cold to sing,
Except a broken and discouraged note,
Only the tuneful sparrow, on whose throat
Music has put her triple finger-print,
Lifted his head and sang my heart a hint,
"Wait, wait, wait! oh, wait a while for Spring!"




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#317410 5 months ago
Spring Song
By: Robert Lewis Stevenson

The air was full of sun and birds
The fresh air sparkled clearly
Remembrance wakened in my heart
And I knew I loved her dearly

The fallows and the leafless trees
And all my spirit tingled
My earliest thought of love and Spring's
First puff of perfume mingled

In my still heart the thoughts awoke
Came lone by lone together
Say birds and sun and spring is love
A mere affair of weather?
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#319722 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Late Spring

by Henry Van Dyke

Part ll

But now, Carina, what divine amends
For all delay! What sweetness treasured up,
What wine of joy that blends
A hundred flavours in a single cup,
Is poured into this perfect day!
For look, sweet heart, here are the early flowers,
That lingered on their way,
Thronging in haste to kiss the feet of May,
And mingled with the bloom of later hours,
Anemonies and cinque-foils, violets blue
And white, and iris richly gleaming through
The grasses of the meadow, and a blaze
Of butter-cups and daisies in the field,
Filling the air with praise,
As if a silver chime of bells had pealed!
The frozen songs within the breast
Of silent birds that hid in leafless woods,
Melt into rippling floods
Of gladness unrepressed.
Now oriole and blue-bird, thrush and lark,
Warbler and wren and vireo,
Confuse their music, for the living spark
Of Love has touched the fuel of desire,
And every heart leaps up in singing fire.
It seems as if the land
Were breathing deep beneath the sun's caress,
Trembling with tenderness,
While all the woods expand,
In shimmering clouds of rose and gold and green,
To veil the joys too sacred to be seen.




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#320643 4 months, 2 weeks ago
And the third and final part.

Late Spring

by Henry Van Dyke

Part lll

Come, put your hand in mine,
True love, long sought and found at last,
And lead me deep into the Spring divine
That makes amends for all the wintry past.
For all the flowers and songs I feared to miss
Arrive with you;
And in the lingering pressure of your kiss
My dreams come true;
And in the promise of your generous eyes
I read the mystic sign
Of joy more perfect made
Because so long delayed,
And bliss enhanced by rapture of surprise.
Ah, think not early love alone is strong;
He loveth best whose heart has learned to wait:
Dear messenger of Spring that tarried long,
You're doubly dear because you come so late.




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#320832 4 months, 2 weeks ago
A Little Madness In Spring
By: Emily Dickinson

A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King
But God be with the Clown -
Who ponders this tremendous scene -
This whole Experiment of Green -
As if it were his own!
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#322415 4 months, 1 week ago
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things, while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.


by e.e. cummings

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#322906 4 months ago
A Bard Birthday Bump!



Sonnet 98 by William Shakespeare 1609

From you I have been absent in the spring
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put forth his youth into every thing,
That heavy handed Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him,
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of flowers of different odour or hue,
Could make me of any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them from where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermillion of the rose;
They were sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, the pattern of all those.
Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away,
As if your shadow I will these did play


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#322949 4 months ago
Three Spring Notations on Bipeds
By: Carl Sandburg

1
The down drop of the blackbird,
The wing catch of arrested flight,
The stop midway and then off: off for triangles, circles, loops of new hieroglyphs -
This is April's way: a woman:
"O yes, I'm here again and your heart
knows I was coming."

2
White pigeons rush at the sun
A marathon of wing feats is on:
"Who most loves danger? Who most loves wings? Who somersaults for God's sake in the name of wing power in the sun and blue on an April Thursday."
So ten winged heads ten winged feet race their white forms over Elmhurst
They go fast: once the ten together were a feather of foam bubble a chrysanthemum whirl speaking to silver and azure

3
The child is on my shoulders
In the prairie moonlight the child's legs hang over my shoulders
She sits on my neck and I hear her calling me a good horse
She slides down - and into the moon silver of a prairie stream
She throws a stone and laughs at the clug-clug
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