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Am I a city? And if I am what is my name?And once while the time whistles blew and blew againThe men answered: Long ago we gave you a name,Long ago we laughed and said: You? Your name is Chicago.Early the red men gave a name to the river, the place of the skunk, the river of the wild onion smell, Shee-caw-go. Out of the payday songs of steam shovels, Out of the wages of structural iron rivets, The living lighted skyscrapers tell it now as a name, Tell it across miles of sea blue water, gray blue land:I am Chicago, I am a name given out by the breaths of working men, laughing men, a child, a belonging. So between the Great Lakes, The Grand De Tour, and the Grand Prairie, The living lighted skyscrapers stand,Spotting the blue dusk with checkers of yellow, streamers of smoke and silver, parallelograms of night-gray watchmen, Singing a soft moaning song: I am a child, a belonging. 6The wheelbarrows grin, the shovels and the mortar hoist an exploit. The stone shanks of the Monadnock, the Transportation, the People's Gas Building, stand up and scrape at the sky. The wheelbarrows sing, the bevels and the blueprints whisper. The library building named after Crerar, naked as a stock farm silo, light as a single eagle feather, stripped like an airplane propeller, takes a path up. Two cool new rivets says, \"Maybe it is morning.\" \"God knows.\"Put the city up; tear the city down; put it up again; let us find a city.Let us remember the little violet-eyed man who gave all, praying, \"Dig and dream, dream and hammer, till your city comes.\"Every day the people sleep and the city dies; every day the people shake loose, awake and build the city again.The city is a tool chest opened every day, a time clock punched every morning, a shop door, bunkers and overalls counting every day.The city is a balloon and a bubble plaything shot to the sky every evening, whistled in a ragtime jig down the sunset.The city is made, forgotten, and made again, trucks hauling it away haul it back steered by drivers whistling ragtime against the sunsets.Every day the people get up and carry the city, carry the bunkers and balloons of the city, lift it and put it down. \"I will die as many times as you make me over again, says the city to the people,I am the woman, the home, the family,I get breakfast and pay the rent;I telephone the doctor, the milkman, the undertaker; I fix the streets for your first and your last ride—Come clean with me, come clean or dirty,I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers; I remember all you forget. I will die as many times as you make me over again.\"Under the foundations, Over the roofs, The bevels and the blueprints talk it over. The wind of the lake shore waits and wanders. The heave of the shore wind hunches the sand piles.The winkers of the morning stars count out citiesAnd forget the numbers."", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1543"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1543, ""poem.id"": 1543, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:47:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Sandpipers"", ""poem.date"": ""6/18/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""Sandland where the salt water kills the sweet potatoes.Homes for sandpipers—the script of their feet is on the sea shingles—they write in the morning, it is gone at noon—they write at noon, it is gone at night.Pity the land, the sea, the ten mile flats, pity anything but the sandpiper's wire legs and feet."", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1544"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1544, ""poem.id"": 1544, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:47:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Do You Want Affidavits?"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1545"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1545, ""poem.id"": 1545, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:47:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Carlovingian Dreams"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1546"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1546, ""poem.id"": 1546, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:47:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Calls"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1547"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1547, ""poem.id"": 1547, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:47:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Tangibles"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1548"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1548, ""poem.id"": 1548, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:48:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Potomac Town In February"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1549"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1549, ""poem.id"": 1549, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:48:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Mammy Hums"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1550"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1550, ""poem.id"": 1550, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:48:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Blue Maroons"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1551"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1551, ""poem.id"": 1551, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:48:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Stripes"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1552"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1552, ""poem.id"": 1552, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:48:23"", ""poem.title"": ""Five Towns On The B. & O."", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1553"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1553, ""poem.id"": 1553, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:48:45"", ""poem.title"": ""Panels"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1554"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1554, ""poem.id"": 1554, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Sandhill People"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1555"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1555, ""poem.id"": 1555, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:12"", ""poem.title"": ""The Plowboy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1556"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1556, ""poem.id"": 1556, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Pick Offs"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1557"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1557, ""poem.id"": 1557, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Mohammed Bek Hadjetlache"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1558"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1558, ""poem.id"": 1558, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Loin Cloth"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1559"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1559, ""poem.id"": 1559, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:23"", ""poem.title"": ""Cahoots"", ""poem.date"": ""1/21/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1560"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1560, ""poem.id"": 1560, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Paula"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1561"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1561, ""poem.id"": 1561, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Killers"", ""poem.date"": ""2/1/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""I AM put high over all others in the city today.I am the killer who kills for those who wish a killing today.Here is a strong young man who killed.There was a driving wind of city dust and horse dung blowing and he stood at an intersection of five sewers and there pumped the bullets of an automatic pistol into another man, a fellow citizen.Therefore, the prosecuting attorneys, fellow citizens, and a jury of his peers, also fellow citizens, listened to the testimony of other fellow citizens, policemen, doctors, and after a verdict of guilty, the judge, a fellow citizen, said: I sentence you to be hanged by the neck till you are dead.So there is a killer to be killed and I am the killer of the killer for today.I don't know why it beats in my head in the lines I read once in an old school reader: I'm to be queen of the May, mother, I'm to be queen of the May.Anyhow it comes back in language just like that today.I am the high honorable killer today.There are five million people in the state, five million killers for whom I killI am the killer who kills today for five million killers who wish a killing."", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1562"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1562, ""poem.id"": 1562, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Prayers After World War"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1563"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1563, ""poem.id"": 1563, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:37"", ""poem.title"": ""Potato Blossom Songs And Jigs"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1564"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1564, ""poem.id"": 1564, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Jerry"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1565"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1565, ""poem.id"": 1565, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Shagbark Hickory"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1566"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1566, ""poem.id"": 1566, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:49:54"", ""poem.title"": ""How Yesterday Looked"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1567"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1567, ""poem.id"": 1567, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Pods"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1568"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1568, ""poem.id"": 1568, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Brass Keys"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""1569"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1569, ""poem.id"": 1569, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:09"", ""poem.title"": ""They Buy With An Eye To Looks"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25115"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25115, ""poem.id"": 25115, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 12:59:41"", ""poem.title"": ""Fire-Logs"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25116"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25116, ""poem.id"": 25116, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 12:59:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Chords"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25117"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25117, ""poem.id"": 25117, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 12:59:54"", ""poem.title"": ""Red-Headed Restaurant Cashier"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25118"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25118, ""poem.id"": 25118, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:01"", ""poem.title"": ""In The Shadow Of The Palace"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25119"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25119, ""poem.id"": 25119, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Laughing Blue Steel"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25120"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25120, ""poem.id"": 25120, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Questionnaire"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25121"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25121, ""poem.id"": 25121, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Buckwheat"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25122"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25122, ""poem.id"": 25122, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:14"", ""poem.title"": ""John Ericsson Day Memorial, 1918"", ""poem.date"": ""1/21/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25123"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25123, ""poem.id"": 25123, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Humdrum"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25124"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25124, ""poem.id"": 25124, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:23"", ""poem.title"": ""Joliet"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25125"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25125, ""poem.id"": 25125, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:26"", ""poem.title"": ""Portrait"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25126"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25126, ""poem.id"": 25126, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:30"", ""poem.title"": ""Long Guns"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25127"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25127, ""poem.id"": 25127, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:00:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Jack London And O. 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""25167"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25167, ""poem.id"": 25167, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:06:37"", ""poem.title"": ""The Long Shadow of Lincoln: A Litany"", ""poem.date"": ""6/19/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""(We can succeed only by concert. . . . The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new so we must think anew and act anew. We must disenthrall ourselves. . . . December 1, 1862. The President's Message to Congress.)Be sad, be cool, be kind,remembering those now dreamdusthallowed in the ruts and gullies,solemn bones under the smooth blue sea,faces warblown in a falling rain.Be a brother, if so can be,to those beyond battle fatigueeach in his own corner of earth or forty fathoms undersea beyond all boom of guns, beyond any bong of a great bell, each with a bosom and number, each with a pack of secrets,each with a personal dream and doorwayand over them now the long endless winds with the low healing song of time, the hush and sleep murmur of time.Make your wit a guard and cover.Sing low, sing high, sing wide.Let your laughter come freeremembering looking toward peace:\"We must disenthrall ourselves.\"Be a brother, if so can be,to those thrown forwardfor taking hardwon lines,for holding hardwon points and their reward so-so,little they care to talk about,their pay held in a mute calm,highspot memories going unspoken,what they did being past words,what they took being hardwon. Be sad, be kind, be cool. Weep if you must And weep open and shameless before these altars.There are wounds past words.There are cripples less brokenthan many who walk whole. There are dead youths with wrists of silence who keep a vast music under their shut lips,what they did being past words,their dreams like their deathsbeyond any smooth and easy telling,having given till no more to give. There is dust alivewith dreams of The Republic,with dreams of the Family of Manflung wide on a shrinking globe with old timetables, old maps, old guide-posts torn into shreds, shot into tatters burnt in a firewind, lost in the shambles, faded in rubble and ashes. There is dust alive.Out of a granite tomb,Out of a bronze sarcophagus,Loose from the stone and copperSteps a whitesmoke ghostLifting an authoritative handIn the name of dreams worth dying for,In the name of men whose dust breathes of those dreams so worth dying for,what they did being past words,beyond all smooth and easy telling.Be sad, be kind, be cool,remembering, under God, a dreamdusthallowed in the ruts and gullies,solemn bones under the smooth blue sea,faces warblown in a falling rain.Sing low, sing high, sing wide.Make your wit a guard and cover.Let your laughter come freelike a help and a brace of comfort. 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""poem.title"": ""Three Pieces On The Smoke Of Autumn"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25175"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25175, ""poem.id"": 25175, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:07:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Thin Strips"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25176"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25176, ""poem.id"": 25176, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:07:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Winter Milk"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25177"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25177, ""poem.id"": 25177, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:07:30"", ""poem.title"": ""Illinois Farmer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25178"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25178, ""poem.id"": 25178, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:07:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Repetitions"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": 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""poem.title"": ""Cadenza"", ""poem.date"": ""1/21/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25269"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25269, ""poem.id"": 25269, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:13:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Snow"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25270"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25270, ""poem.id"": 25270, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:14:02"", ""poem.title"": ""Four Preludes On Playthings Of The Wind"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25271"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25271, ""poem.id"": 25271, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:14:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Caboose Thoughts"", ""poem.date"": ""1/21/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25272"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25272, ""poem.id"": 25272, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:14:11"", ""poem.title"": ""The Skyscraper Loves Night"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25273"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25273, ""poem.id"": 25273, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:14:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Buffalo Dusk"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25274"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25274, ""poem.id"": 25274, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:14:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Hate"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25275"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25275, ""poem.id"": 25275, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:14:23"", ""poem.title"": ""Dogheads"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25276"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25276, ""poem.id"": 25276, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:14:29"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wind Sings Welcome In Early Spring"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25277"": { 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""poem.title"": ""Flash Crimson"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25282"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25282, ""poem.id"": 25282, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:14:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Washerwoman"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25283"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25283, ""poem.id"": 25283, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:15:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Elephants Are Different To Different People"", ""poem.date"": ""1/27/2014"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25284"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25284, ""poem.id"": 25284, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:15:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Splinter"", ""poem.date"": ""1/19/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""The voice of the last cricketacross the first frostis one kind of good-by.It is so thin a splinter of singing."", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25285"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25285, ""poem.id"": 25285, 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They fight and each tries to kill as many of the other side as he can.'The girl held still and studied.'Do you know . . . I know something?''Yes, what is it you know?''Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.'"", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25303"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25303, ""poem.id"": 25303, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:16:23"", ""poem.title"": ""Old Timers"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25304"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25304, ""poem.id"": 25304, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:16:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Broken Tabernacles"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25305"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25305, ""poem.id"": 25305, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:16:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Baltic Fog Notes"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Carl Sandburg"" }, ""25306"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25306, ""poem.id"": 25306, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:16:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Baby Vamps"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", 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R. E."", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1574"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1574, ""poem.id"": 1574, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:32"", ""poem.title"": ""To Sappho Ii"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1575"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1575, ""poem.id"": 1575, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:34"", ""poem.title"": ""To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1576"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1576, ""poem.id"": 1576, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:38"", ""poem.title"": ""To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse In"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1577"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1577, ""poem.id"": 1577, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:43"", ""poem.title"": ""To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse In"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1578"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1578, ""poem.id"": 1578, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Triolets"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1579"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1579, ""poem.id"": 1579, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:50:55"", ""poem.title"": ""To Eleonora Duse I"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1580"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1580, ""poem.id"": 1580, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:01"", ""poem.title"": ""To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse With The Greek Fire, In"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1581"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1581, ""poem.id"": 1581, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:03"", ""poem.title"": ""To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse As"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1582"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1582, ""poem.id"": 1582, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:09"", ""poem.title"": ""To Sappho I"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1583"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1583, ""poem.id"": 1583, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:13"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wine"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1584"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1584, ""poem.id"": 1584, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:19"", ""poem.title"": ""On A March Day"", ""poem.date"": ""12/4/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind That shakes the naked shadows on the ground, Making a key-board of the earth to strike From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound, Bear witness for me that I loved my life, All things that hurt me and all things that healed, And that I swore it this day in March, Here at the edge of this new-broken field. You only knew me, tell them I was glad For every hour since my hour of birth, And that I ceased to fear, as once I feared, The last complete reunion with the earth."", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1585"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1585, ""poem.id"": 1585, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:25"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sanctuary"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1586"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1586, ""poem.id"": 1586, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:32"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wind In The Hemlock"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1587"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1587, ""poem.id"": 1587, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:37"", ""poem.title"": ""The Tree"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1588"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1588, ""poem.id"": 1588, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:43"", ""poem.title"": ""The Falling Star"", ""poem.date"": ""6/23/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""I saw a star slide down the sky, Blinding the north as it went by,Too burning and too quick to hold,Too lovely to be bought or sold,Good only to make wishes onAnd then forever to be gone."", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1589"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1589, ""poem.id"": 1589, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:49"", ""poem.title"": ""To Joy"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1590"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1590, ""poem.id"": 1590, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:52"", ""poem.title"": ""White Fog"", ""poem.date"": ""6/29/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Heaven-invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst. Ten feet away the solid earth Changes into melting cloud, There is a hush of pain and mirth, No bird has heart to speak aloud. Here in a world without a sky, Without the ground, without the sea, The one unchanging thing is I, Myself remains to comfort me."", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1591"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1591, ""poem.id"": 1591, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:51:55"", ""poem.title"": ""The Voice"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1592"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1592, ""poem.id"": 1592, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:00"", ""poem.title"": ""The Silent Battle"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1593"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1593, ""poem.id"": 1593, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:23"", ""poem.title"": ""The Unseen"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1594"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1594, ""poem.id"": 1594, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:29"", ""poem.title"": ""The Unchanging"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1595"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1595, ""poem.id"": 1595, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:33"", ""poem.title"": ""The Treasure"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1596"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1596, ""poem.id"": 1596, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:35"", ""poem.title"": ""The Storm"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1597"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1597, ""poem.id"": 1597, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:40"", ""poem.title"": ""To Erinna"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1598"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1598, ""poem.id"": 1598, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:44"", ""poem.title"": ""In David's"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1599"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1599, ""poem.id"": 1599, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:51"", ""poem.title"": ""To An Aeolian Harp"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1600"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1600, ""poem.id"": 1600, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:55"", ""poem.title"": ""To Cleïs"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1601"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1601, ""poem.id"": 1601, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:52:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Redbirds"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1602"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1602, ""poem.id"": 1602, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:02"", ""poem.title"": ""To Rose"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1603"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1603, ""poem.id"": 1603, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:25"", ""poem.title"": ""In Spring, Santa Barbara"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1604"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1604, ""poem.id"": 1604, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Nahant"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1605"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1605, ""poem.id"": 1605, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:36"", ""poem.title"": ""To A Castillan Song"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1606"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1606, ""poem.id"": 1606, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:41"", ""poem.title"": ""The Song For Colin"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1607"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1607, ""poem.id"": 1607, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:43"", ""poem.title"": ""To E."", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1608"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1608, ""poem.id"": 1608, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:47"", ""poem.title"": ""In A Garden"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""1609"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1609, ""poem.id"": 1609, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:54"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sea Wind"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25572"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25572, ""poem.id"": 25572, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:33:52"", ""poem.title"": ""The New Moon"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25573"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25573, ""poem.id"": 25573, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:33:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Tree Of Song"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25574"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25574, ""poem.id"": 25574, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Sappho Ii"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25575"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25575, ""poem.id"": 25575, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:06"", ""poem.title"": ""The Nights Remember"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25576"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25576, ""poem.id"": 25576, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Eight O’clock"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25577"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25577, ""poem.id"": 25577, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:16"", ""poem.title"": ""To One Away"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25578"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25578, ""poem.id"": 25578, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:21"", ""poem.title"": ""Union Square"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25579"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25579, ""poem.id"": 25579, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:24"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wanderer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25580"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25580, ""poem.id"": 25580, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:30"", ""poem.title"": ""Red Maples"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25581"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25581, ""poem.id"": 25581, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Tides"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25582"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25582, ""poem.id"": 25582, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Sappho Iii"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25583"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25583, ""poem.id"": 25583, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Nightfall"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25584"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25584, ""poem.id"": 25584, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Debtor"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25585"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25585, ""poem.id"": 25585, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Lovely Chance"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25586"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25586, ""poem.id"": 25586, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:34:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Understanding"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25587"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25587, ""poem.id"": 25587, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Twilight"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25588"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25588, ""poem.id"": 25588, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:05"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wayfarer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25589"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25589, ""poem.id"": 25589, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Summer Storm"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25590"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25590, ""poem.id"": 25590, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Dusk In Autumn"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25591"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25591, ""poem.id"": 25591, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:19"", ""poem.title"": ""The Heart's House"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25592"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25592, ""poem.id"": 25592, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Driftwood"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25593"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25593, ""poem.id"": 25593, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:31"", ""poem.title"": ""The Shrine"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25594"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25594, ""poem.id"": 25594, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:36"", ""poem.title"": ""To The Years"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25595"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25595, ""poem.id"": 25595, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Gray Fog"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25596"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25596, ""poem.id"": 25596, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:42"", ""poem.title"": ""If I Must Go"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25597"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25597, ""poem.id"": 25597, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Effigy Of A Nun"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25598"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25598, ""poem.id"": 25598, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Song Iii"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25599"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25599, ""poem.id"": 25599, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Vignettes Overseas"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25600"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25600, ""poem.id"": 25600, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Meadowlarks"", ""poem.date"": ""4/6/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25601"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25601, ""poem.id"": 25601, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:35:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Song Maker"", 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""25811"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25811, ""poem.id"": 25811, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Buried Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25812"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25812, ""poem.id"": 25812, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:12"", ""poem.title"": ""A November Night"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25813"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25813, ""poem.id"": 25813, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Sleepless"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25814"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25814, ""poem.id"": 25814, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:23"", ""poem.title"": ""I Shall Not Care"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25815"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25815, ""poem.id"": 25815, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:30"", ""poem.title"": ""By The Sea"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25816"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25816, ""poem.id"": 25816, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Houses Of Dreams"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25817"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25817, ""poem.id"": 25817, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:42"", ""poem.title"": ""April Song"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25818"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25818, ""poem.id"": 25818, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Message"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25819"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25819, ""poem.id"": 25819, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:51:50"", ""poem.title"": ""A Cry"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara 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13:52:29"", ""poem.title"": ""If Death Is Kind"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25825"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25825, ""poem.id"": 25825, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:52:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Stars"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25826"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25826, ""poem.id"": 25826, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:52:37"", ""poem.title"": ""A Fantasy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25827"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25827, ""poem.id"": 25827, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:52:44"", ""poem.title"": ""A Maiden"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25828"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25828, ""poem.id"": 25828, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:52:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Fear"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25829"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25829, ""poem.id"": 25829, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:52:55"", ""poem.title"": ""A Winter Bluejay"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25830"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25830, ""poem.id"": 25830, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:52:59"", ""poem.title"": ""A Prayer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25831"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25831, ""poem.id"": 25831, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Because"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25832"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25832, ""poem.id"": 25832, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:27"", ""poem.title"": ""A Song Of The Princess"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25833"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25833, ""poem.id"": 25833, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:32"", ""poem.title"": ""The Kiss"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25834"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25834, ""poem.id"": 25834, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:37"", ""poem.title"": ""A Ballad Of The Two Knights"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25835"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25835, ""poem.id"": 25835, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:41"", ""poem.title"": ""April"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25836"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25836, ""poem.id"": 25836, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Paris In Spring"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25837"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25837, ""poem.id"": 25837, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Christmas Carol"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25838"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25838, ""poem.id"": 25838, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:53"", ""poem.title"": ""After Parting"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25839"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25839, ""poem.id"": 25839, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:53:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Child, Child"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25840"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25840, ""poem.id"": 25840, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:54:22"", ""poem.title"": ""A Winter Night"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25841"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25841, ""poem.id"": 25841, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:54:24"", ""poem.title"": ""After Death"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25842"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25842, ""poem.id"": 25842, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:54:27"", ""poem.title"": ""After Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25843"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25843, ""poem.id"": 25843, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:54:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Barter"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25844"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25844, ""poem.id"": 25844, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:54:36"", ""poem.title"": ""I Am Not Yours"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25845"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25845, ""poem.id"": 25845, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:54:42"", ""poem.title"": ""There Will Come Soft Rain"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25846"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25846, ""poem.id"": 25846, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:54:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Alone"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" }, ""25847"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25847, ""poem.id"": 25847, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:54:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Advice To A Girl"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Sara Teasdale"" } }" 43,"2018-02-28 20:58:11","Robert Browning","{ ""1610"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1610, ""poem.id"": 1610, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:53:58"", ""poem.title"": ""Tray"", ""poem.date"": ""5/27/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Sing me a hero! Quench my thirstOf soul, ye bards! Quoth Bard the first:'Sir Olaf, the good knight, did donHis helm, and eke his habergeon ...'Sir Olaf and his bard——! 'That sin-scathed brow' (quoth Bard the second), 'That eye wide ope as tho' Fate beckoned My hero to some steep, beneath Which precipice smiled tempting Death ...'You too without your host have reckoned! 'A beggar-child' (let's hear this third!)'Sat on a quay's edge: like a birdSang to herself at careless play,And fell into the stream. 'Dismay!Help, you the standers-by!' None stirred. 'Bystanders reason, think of wivesAnd children ere they risk their lives. Over the balustrade has bounced A mere instinctive dog, and pounced Plumb on the prize. 'How well he dives! ''Up he comes with the child, see, tightIn mouth, alive too, clutched from quiteA depth of ten feet—twelve, I bet!Good dog! What, off again? There's yetAnother child to save? All right! ''How strange we saw no other fall!It's instinct in the animal. Good dog! But he's a long while under:If he got drowned I should not wonder—Strong current, that against the wall! ''Here lie comes, holds in mouth this time —What may the thing be? Well, that's prime! Now, did you ever? Reason reigns In man alone, since all Tray's pains Have fished—the child's doll from the slime!' 'And so, amid the laughter gay,Trotted my hero off,—old Tray,—Till somebody, prerogatived With reason, reasoned: 'Why he dived,His brain would show us, I should say. ''John, go and catch—or, if needs be, Purchase that animal for me! By vivisection, at expense Of half-an-hour and eighteen pence, How brain secretes dog's soul, we'll see!''"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1611"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1611, ""poem.id"": 1611, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:54:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Pheidippides"", ""poem.date"": ""12/10/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock!Gods of my birthplace, dæmons and heroes, honour to all!Then I name thee, claim thee for our patron, co-equal in praiseAy, with Zeus the Defender, with Her of the ægis and spear!Also, ye of the bow and the buskin, praised be your peer,Now, henceforth, and forever,—O latest to whom I upraiseHand and heart and voice! For Athens, leave pasture and flock!Present to help, potent to save, Pan—patron I call! Archons of Athens, topped by the tettix, see, I return!See, 'tis myself here standing alive, no spectre that speaks!Crowned with the myrtle, did you command me, Athens and you,'Run, Pheidippides, run and race, reach Sparta for aid!Persia has come, we are here, where is She?' Your command I obeyed,Ran and raced: like stubble, some field which a fire runs through,Was the space between city and city: two days, two nights did I burnOver the hills, under the dales, down pits and up peaks. Into their midst I broke: breath served but for 'Persia has come! Persia bids Athens proffer slaves'-tribute, water and earth;Razed to the ground is Eretria.—but Athens? shall Athens, sink,Drop into dust and die—the flower of Hellas utterly die,Die with the wide world spitting at Sparta, the stupid, the stander-by?Answer me quick,—what help, what hand do you stretch o'er destruction's brink?How,—when? No care for my limbs!—there's lightning in all and some—Fresh and fit your message to bear, once lips give it birth!' O my Athens—Sparta love thee? did Sparta respond?Every face of her leered in a furrow of envy, mistrust,Malice,—each eye of her gave me its glitter of gratified hate!Gravely they turned to take counsel, to cast for excuses. I stoodQuivering,—the limbs of me fretting as fire frets, an inch from dry wood:'Persia has come, Athens asks aid, and still they debate?Thunder, thou Zeus! Athene, are Spartans a quarry beyondSwing of thy spear? Phoibos and Artemis, clang them 'Ye must'!' No bolt launched from Olumpos! Lo, their answer at last!'Has Persia come,—does Athens ask aid,—may Sparta befriend?Nowise precipitate judgment—too weighty the issue at stake!Count we no time lost time which lags thro' respect to the Gods!Ponder that precept of old, 'No warfare, whatever the odds In your favour, so long as the moon, half-orbed, is unable to takeFull-circle her state in the sky!' Already she rounds to it fast:Athens must wait, patient as we—who judgment suspend.' Athens,—except for that sparkle,—thy name, I had mouldered to ash!That sent a blaze thro' my blood; off, off and away was I back,—Not one word to waste, one look to lose on the false and the vile!Yet 'O Gods of my land!' I cried, as each hillock and plain,Wood and stream, I knew, I named, rushing past them again,'Have ye kept faith, proved mindful of honours we paid you erewhile?Vain was the filleted victim, the fulsome libation! Too rashLove in its choice, paid you so largely service so slack! 'Oak and olive and bay,—I bid you cease to en-wreatheBrows made bold by your leaf! Fade at the Persian's foot, You that, our patrons were pledged, should never adorn a slave!Rather I hail thee, Parnes,—trust to thy wild waste tract! Treeless, herbless, lifeless mountain! What matter if slackedMy speed may hardly be, for homage to crag and to caveNo deity deigns to drape with verdure?—at least I can breathe,Fear in thee no fraud from the blind, no lie from the mute!' Such my cry as, rapid, I ran over Parnes' ridge;Gully and gap I clambered and cleared till, sudden, a barJutted, a stoppage of stone against me, blocking the way.Right! for I minded the hollow to traverse, the fissure across: 'Where I could enter, there I depart by! Night in the fosse?Athens to aid? Tho' the dive were thro' Erebos, thus I obey—Out of the day dive, into the day as bravely arise! No bridgeBetter!'—when—ha! what was it I came on, of wonders that are? There, in the cool of a cleft, sat he—majestical Pan!Ivy drooped wanton, kissed his head, moss cushioned his hoof;All the great God was good in the eyes grave-kindly—the curl Carved on the bearded cheek, amused at a mortal's aweAs, under the human trunk, the goat-thighs grand I saw.'Halt, Pheidippides!'—halt I did, my brain of a whirl:'Hither to me! Why pale in my presence?'! he gracious began:'How is it,—Athens, only in Hellas, holds me aloof? 'Athens, she only, rears me no fane, makes me no feast!Wherefore? Than I what godship to Athens more helpful of old?Ay, and still, and forever her friend! Test Pan, trust me!Go bid Athens take heart, laugh Persia to scorn, have faithIn the temples and tombs! Go, say to Athens, 'The Goat-God saith:When Persia—so much as strews not the soil—Is cast in the sea,Then praise Pan who fought in the ranks with your most and least,Goat-thigh to greaved-thigh, made one cause with the free and the bold!' 'Say Pan saith: 'Let this, foreshowing the place, be the pledge!''(Gay, the liberal hand held out this herbage I bear—Fennel,—I grasped it a-tremble with dew—whatever it bode),'While, as for thee...' But enough! He was gone. If I ran hitherto—Be sure that the rest of my journey, I ran no longer, but flew.Parnes to Athens—earth no more, the air was my road;Here am I back. Praise Pan, we stand no more on the razor's edge!Pan for Athens, Pan for me! I too have a guerdon rare!* * * * *Then spoke Miltiades.° 'And thee, best runner of Greece,Whose limbs did duty indeed,—what gift is promised thyself?Tell it us straightway,—Athens the mother demands of her son!'Rosily blushed the youth: he paused: but, lifting at lengthHis eyes from the ground, it seemed as he gathered the rest of his strengthInto the utterance—'Pan spoke thus: 'For what thou hast doneCount on a worthy reward! Henceforth be allowed thee releaseFrom the racer's toil, no vulgar reward in praise or in pelf!' 'I am bold to believe, Pan means reward the most to my mind!Fight I shall, with our foremost, wherever this fennel may grow,—Pound—Pan helping us—Persia to dust, and, under the deep,Whelm her away forever; and then,—no Athens to save,— Marry a certain maid, I know keeps faith to the brave,—Hie to my house and home: and, when my children shall creep Close to my knees,—recount how the God was awful yet kind,Promised their sire reward to the full—rewarding him—so!'* * * * *Unforeseeing one! Yes, he fought on the Marathon day:So, when Persia was dust, all cried 'To Akropolis!Run, Pheidippides, one race more! the meed is thy due!'Athens is saved, thank Pan,' go shout!' He flung down his shield,Ran like fire once more: and the space 'twixt the Fennel-fieldAnd Athens was stubble again, a field which a fire runs through,Till in he broke: 'Rejoice, we conquer!' Like wine thro' clay,Joy in his blood bursting his heart, he died—the bliss! So, to this day, when friend meets friend, the word of salute Is still 'Rejoice!'—his word which brought rejoicing indeed.So is Pheidippides happy forever,—the noble strong manWho could race like a god, bear the face of a god, whom a god loved so well,He saw the land saved he had helped to save, and was suffered to tellSuch tidings, yet never decline, but, gloriously as he began,So to end gloriously—once to shout, thereafter be mute:'Athens is saved!'—Pheidippides dies in the shout for his meed."", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1612"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1612, ""poem.id"": 1612, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:54:27"", ""poem.title"": ""The Lady and the Painter"", ""poem.date"": ""3/1/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence,So you profess! HE: With heart and soul. SHE: Of which fact this is evidence!To help Art-study,- for some doleOf certain wretched shillings,- youInduce a woman- virgin too- To strip and stand stark naked? HE: True. SHE: Nor feel you so degrade her? HE: What- (Excuse the interruption)- clingsHalf-savage-like around your hat? SHE: Ah, do they please you? Wild-bird-wingsNext season,- Paris-prints assert,- We must go feathered to the skirt:My modiste keeps on the alert.Owls, hawks, jays- swallows most approve ... HE: Dare I speak plainly? SHE: Oh, I trust! HE: Then, Lady Blanche, it less would moveIn heart and soul of me disgustDid you strip off those spoils you wear,And stand- for thanks, not shillings- bare,To help Art like my Model there.She well knew what absolved her- praiseIn me for God's surpassing good,Who granted to my reverent gazeA type of purest womanhood.You clothed with murder of His bestOf harmless beings- stand the test!What is it you know? SHE: That you jest!"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1613"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1613, ""poem.id"": 1613, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:54:32"", ""poem.title"": ""How It Strikes a Contemporary"", ""poem.date"": ""6/8/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""YOU saw go up and down Valladolid, A man of mark, to know next time you saw. His very serviceable suit of black Was courtly once and conscientious still, And many might have worn it, though none did: The cloak that somewhat shone and showed the threads Had purpose, and the ruff, significance. He walked and tapped the pavement with his cane, Scenting the world, looking it full in face, An old dog, bald and blindish, at his heels. They turned up, now, the alley by the church, That leads no whither; now, they breathed themselves On the main promenade just at the wrong time. You 'd come upon his scrutinizing hat, Making a peaked shade blacker than itself Against the single window spared some house Intact yet with its mouldered Moorish work; Or else surprise the ferrel of his stick Trying the mortar's temper 'tween the chinks Of some new shop a-building, French and fine. He stood and watched the cobbler at his trade, The man who slices lemons into drink, The coffee-roaster's brazier, and the boys That volunteer to help him turn its winch. He glanced o'er books on stalls with half an eye, And fly-leaf ballads on the vender's string, And broad-edged bold-print posters by the wall. He took such cognizance of men and things, If any beat a horse, you felt he saw; If any cursed a woman, he took note; Yet stared at nobody,—they stared at him, And found, less to their pleasure than surprise, He seemed to know them and expect as much. So, next time that a neighbor's tongue was loosed, It marked the shameful and notorious fact, We had among us, not so much a spy, As a recording chief-inquisitor, The town's true master if the town but knew! We merely kept a Governor for form, While this man walked about and took account Of all thought, said, and acted, then went home, And wrote it fully to our Lord the King, Who has an itch to know things, he knows why, And reads them in his bedroom of a night."", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1614"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1614, ""poem.id"": 1614, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:54:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Bad Dreams: III"", ""poem.date"": ""5/28/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""THIS was my dream: I saw a ForestOld as the earth, no track nor traceOf unmade man. Thou, Soul, explorest- Though in a trembling rapture- spaceImmeasurable! Shrubs, turned trees,Trees that touch heaven, support its friezeStudded with sun and moon and star:While- oh, the enormous growths that barMine eye from penetrating pastTheir tangled twine where lurks- nay, livesRoyally lone, some brute-type castI' the rough, time cancels, man forgives. On, Soul! I saw a lucid CityOf architectural deviceEvery way perfect. Pause for pity,Lightning! nor leave a cicatriceOn those bright marbles, dome and spire,Structures palatial,- streets which mireDares not defile, paved all too fineFor human footstep's smirch, not thine- Proud solitary traverser,My Soul, of silent lengths of way- With what ecstatic dread, aver,Lest life start sanctioned by the stay! Ah, but the last sight was the hideous!A City, yes,- a Forest, true,- But each devouring each. PerfidiousSnake-plants had strangled what I knewWas a pavilion once: each oakHeld on his horns some spoil he brokeBy surreptitiously beneathUpthrusting: pavements, as with teeth,Griped huge weed widening crack and splitIn squares and circles stone-work erst.Oh, Nature- good! Oh, Art- no whitLess worthy! Both in one- accurst!"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1615"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1615, ""poem.id"": 1615, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:54:41"", ""poem.title"": ""Bad Dreams: I"", ""poem.date"": ""5/28/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""LAST night I saw you in my sleep:And how your charm of face was changed!I asked 'Some love, some faith you keep?'You answered 'Faith gone, love estranged.' Whereat I woke- a twofold bliss:Waking was one, but next there cameThis other: 'Though I felt, for this,My heart break, I loved on the same.'"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1616"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1616, ""poem.id"": 1616, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:54:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Herve Riel"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1617"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1617, ""poem.id"": 1617, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:55:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Christmas-Eve"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1618"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1618, ""poem.id"": 1618, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:55:31"", ""poem.title"": ""O' Lyric Love"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1619"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1619, ""poem.id"": 1619, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:55:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Easter-Day"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1620"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1620, ""poem.id"": 1620, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:55:39"", ""poem.title"": ""One Word More"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1621"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1621, ""poem.id"": 1621, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:55:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Fears And Scruples"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1622"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1622, ""poem.id"": 1622, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:55:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1623"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1623, ""poem.id"": 1623, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:55:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Natural Magic"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1624"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1624, ""poem.id"": 1624, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:56:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Introduction: Pippa Passes"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1625"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1625, ""poem.id"": 1625, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:56:19"", ""poem.title"": ""The Heretic's Tragedy"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1626"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1626, ""poem.id"": 1626, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:56:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Thus The Mayne Glideth"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1627"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1627, ""poem.id"": 1627, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:56:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Cavalier Tunes: Give A Rouse"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1628"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1628, ""poem.id"": 1628, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:56:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Cavalier Tunes: Boot And Saddle"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1629"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1629, ""poem.id"": 1629, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:56:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Englishman In Italy"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1630"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1630, ""poem.id"": 1630, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:02"", ""poem.title"": ""Over The Sea Our Galleys Went"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1631"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1631, ""poem.id"": 1631, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Song From 'Paracelsus'"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1632"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1632, ""poem.id"": 1632, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Love Among The Ruins"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1633"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1633, ""poem.id"": 1633, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:13"", ""poem.title"": ""The Confessional"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1634"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1634, ""poem.id"": 1634, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:17"", ""poem.title"": ""The Guardian-Angel"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1635"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1635, ""poem.id"": 1635, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:20"", ""poem.title"": ""The Italian In England"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1636"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1636, ""poem.id"": 1636, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Cavalier Tunes: Marching Along"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1637"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1637, ""poem.id"": 1637, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:50"", ""poem.title"": ""To Edward Fitzgerald"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1638"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1638, ""poem.id"": 1638, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:57:54"", ""poem.title"": ""The Glove"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1639"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1639, ""poem.id"": 1639, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:58:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Count Gismond--Aix In Provence"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1640"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1640, ""poem.id"": 1640, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:58:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Garden Francies"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1641"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1641, ""poem.id"": 1641, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:58:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1642"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1642, ""poem.id"": 1642, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:58:30"", ""poem.title"": ""Cavalier Tunes"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1643"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1643, ""poem.id"": 1643, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:58:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Up At A Villa--Down In The City"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1644"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1644, ""poem.id"": 1644, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:58:39"", ""poem.title"": ""In A Gondola"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""1645"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1645, ""poem.id"": 1645, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 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""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25888"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25888, ""poem.id"": 25888, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Misconceptions"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25889"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25889, ""poem.id"": 25889, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Respectability"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25890"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25890, ""poem.id"": 25890, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Overhead The Tree-Tops Meet"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25891"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25891, ""poem.id"": 25891, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy-Cross Day"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25892"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25892, ""poem.id"": 25892, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Saul"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25893"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25893, ""poem.id"": 25893, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Cleon"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25894"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25894, ""poem.id"": 25894, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Old Pictures In Florence"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25895"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25895, ""poem.id"": 25895, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Mesmerism"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25896"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25896, ""poem.id"": 25896, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:36"", ""poem.title"": ""From 'Pauline'"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25897"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25897, ""poem.id"": 25897, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:38"", ""poem.title"": ""The Boy And The Angel"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25898"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25898, ""poem.id"": 25898, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Italian In England, The"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25899"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25899, ""poem.id"": 25899, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Nationality In Drinks"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25900"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25900, ""poem.id"": 25900, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:55:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Instans Tyrannus"", 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""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25905"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25905, ""poem.id"": 25905, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:56:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Song"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25906"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25906, ""poem.id"": 25906, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:56:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Waring"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25907"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25907, ""poem.id"": 25907, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:56:14"", ""poem.title"": ""The Lost Mistress"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25908"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25908, ""poem.id"": 25908, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:56:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Confessional, The"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25909"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25909, ""poem.id"": 25909, 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""poet_x_poem.id"": 25943, ""poem.id"": 25943, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:58:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25944"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25944, ""poem.id"": 25944, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:58:54"", ""poem.title"": ""Confessions"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25945"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25945, ""poem.id"": 25945, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:58:58"", ""poem.title"": ""Epilogue"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25946"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25946, ""poem.id"": 25946, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Now!"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25947"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25947, ""poem.id"": 25947, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:10"", ""poem.title"": ""A Toccata Of Galuppi's"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25948"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25948, ""poem.id"": 25948, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Last Ride Together, The"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25949"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25949, ""poem.id"": 25949, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Pippa's Song"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25950"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25950, ""poem.id"": 25950, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Boot And Saddle"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25951"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25951, ""poem.id"": 25951, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Love Among The Ruins"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25952"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25952, ""poem.id"": 25952, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:29"", ""poem.title"": ""A Serenade At The Villa"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25953"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25953, ""poem.id"": 25953, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:35"", ""poem.title"": ""One Way Of Love"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25954"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25954, ""poem.id"": 25954, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:40"", ""poem.title"": ""A Cavalier Song"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25955"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25955, ""poem.id"": 25955, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Prospice"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25956"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25956, ""poem.id"": 25956, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:49"", ""poem.title"": ""By The Fire-Side"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25957"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25957, ""poem.id"": 25957, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:54"", ""poem.title"": ""The Laboratory-Ancien Régime"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": ""I.Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy---Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?II.He is with her, and they know that I knowWhere they are, what they do: they believe my tears flowWhile they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drearEmpty church, to pray God in, for them!---I am here.IIIGrind away, moisten and mash up thy paste,Pound at thy powder,---I am not in haste!Better sit thus, and observe thy strange things,Than go where men wait me and dance at the King's.IVThat in the mortar---you call it a gum?Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come! And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue,Sure to taste sweetly,---is that poison too?VHad I but all of them, thee and thy treasures,What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures!To carry pure death in an earring, a casket,A signet, a fan-mount, a filigree basket!VISoon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give,And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live!But to light a pastile, and Elise, with her headAnd her breast and her arms and her hands, should drop dead!VIIQuick---is it finished? The colour's too grim!Why not soft like the phial's, enticing and dim?Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir,And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!VIIIWhat a drop! She's not little, no minion like me!That's why she ensnared him: this never will freeThe soul from those masculine eyes,---Say, ``no!''To that pulse's magnificent come-and-go.IXFor only last night, as they whispered, I broughtMy own eyes to bear on her so, that I thoughtCould I keep them one half minute fixed, she would fallShrivelled; she fell not; yet this does it all!XNot that I bid you spare her the pain;Let death be felt and the proof remain:Brand, burn up, bite into its grace---He is sure to remember her dying face!XIIs it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose;It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close;The delicate droplet, my whole fortune's fee!If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?XIINow, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill,You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will!But brush this dust off me, lest horror it bringsEre I know it---next moment I dance at the King's!"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25958"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25958, ""poem.id"": 25958, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 13:59:55"", ""poem.title"": ""You'Ll Love Me Yet"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25959"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25959, ""poem.id"": 25959, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:00:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Among The Rocks"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25960"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25960, ""poem.id"": 25960, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:00:04"", ""poem.title"": ""The Last Ride 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""poem.title"": ""In Three Days"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25974"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25974, ""poem.id"": 25974, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:04"", ""poem.title"": ""A Face"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25975"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25975, ""poem.id"": 25975, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:10"", ""poem.title"": ""My Star"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25976"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25976, ""poem.id"": 25976, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Bishop Blougram's Apology"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25977"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25977, ""poem.id"": 25977, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Evelyn Hope"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25978"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25978, ""poem.id"": 25978, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:24"", ""poem.title"": ""The Year's At The Spring"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25979"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25979, ""poem.id"": 25979, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Women And Roses"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25980"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25980, ""poem.id"": 25980, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:34"", ""poem.title"": ""A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25981"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25981, ""poem.id"": 25981, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Meeting At Night"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25982"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25982, ""poem.id"": 25982, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Home Thoughts, From Abroad"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25983"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25983, ""poem.id"": 25983, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Why I Am A Liberal"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25984"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25984, ""poem.id"": 25984, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Any Wife To Any Husband"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""My love, this is the bitterest, that thou---Who art all truth, and who dost love me now As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say---Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me stillA whole long life through, had but love its will, Would death that leads me from thee brook delay. II.I have but to be by thee, and thy handWill never let mine go, nor heart withstand The beating of my heart to reach its place.When shall I look for thee and feel thee gone?When cry for the old comfort and find none? Never, I know! Thy soul is in thy face. III.Oh, I should fade---'tis willed so! Might I save,Gladly I would, whatever beauty gave Joy to thy sense, for that was precious too. It is not to be granted. But the soulWhence the love comes, all ravage leaves that whole; Vainly the flesh fades; soul makes all things new. IV.It would not be because my eye grew dimThou couldst not find the love there, thanks to Him Who never is dishonoured in the sparkHe gave us from his fire of fires, and badeRemember whence it sprang, nor be afraid While that burns on, though all the rest grow dark. V.So, how thou wouldst be perfect, white and cleanOutside as inside, soul and soul's demesne Alike, this body given to show it by!Oh, three-parts through the worst of life's abyss,What plaudits from the next world after this, Couldst thou repeat a stroke and gain the sky! VI.And is it not the bitterer to thinkThat, disengage our hands and thou wilt sink Although thy love was love in very deed?I know that nature! Pass a festive day,Thou dost not throw its relic-flower away Nor bid its music's loitering echo speed. VII.Thou let'st the stranger's glove lie where it fell;If old things remain old things all is well, For thou art grateful as becomes man bestAnd hadst thou only heard me play one tune,Or viewed me from a window, not so soon With thee would such things fade as with the rest. VIII.I seem to see! We meet and part; 'tis brief;The book I opened keeps a folded leaf, The very chair I sat on, breaks the rankThat is a portrait of me on the wall---Three lines, my face comes at so slight a call: And for all this, one little hour to thank! IX.But now, because the hour through years was fixed,Because our inmost beings met and mixed, Because thou once hast loved me---wilt thou dareSay to thy soul and Who may list beside,``Therefore she is immortally my bride; ``Chance cannot change my love, nor time impair. X.``So, what if in the dusk of life that's left,``I, a tired traveller of my sun bereft, Look from my path when, mimicking the same,``The fire-fly glimpses past me, come and gone?``---Where was it till the sunset? where anon ``It will be at the sunrise! What's to blame?'' XI.Is it so helpful to thee? Canst thou takeThe mimic up, nor, for the true thing's sake, Put gently by such efforts at a beam?Is the remainder of the way so long,Thou need'st the little solace, thou the strong Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream! XII.---Ah, but the fresher faces! ``Is it true,''Thou'lt ask, ``some eyes are beautiful and new? ``Some hair,---how can one choose but grasp such wealth?``And if a man would press his lips to lips``Fresh as the wilding hedge-rose-cup there slips ``The dew-drop out of, must it be by stealth? XIII.``It cannot change the love still kept for Her,``More than if such a picture I prefer ``Passing a day with, to a room's bare side:The painted form takes nothing she possessed,Yet, while the Titian's Venus lies at rest, A man looks. Once more, what is there to chide?'' XIV.So must I see, from where I sit and watch,My own self sell myself, my hand attach Its warrant to the very thefts from me---Thy singleness of soul that made me proud,Thy purity of heart I loved aloud, Thy man's-truth I was bold to bid God see! XV.Love so, then, if thou wilt! Give all thou canstAway to the new faces---disentranced, (Say it and think it) obdurate no more:Re-issue looks and words from the old mint,Pass them afresh, no matter whose the print Image and superscription once they bore XVI.Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend,---It all comes to the same thing at the end, Since mine thou wast, mine art and mine shalt be,Faithful or faithless, scaling up the sumOr lavish of my treasure, thou must come Back to the heart's place here I keep for thee! XVII.Only, why should it be with stain at all?Why must I, 'twixt the leaves of coronal, Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow?Why need the other women know so much,And talk together, ``Such the look and such ``The smile he used to love with, then as now!'' XVIII.Might I die last and show thee! Should I findSuch hardship in the few years left behind, If free to take and light my lamp, and goInto thy tomb, and shut the door and sit,Seeing thy face on those four sides of it The better that they are so blank, I know! XIX.Why, time was what I wanted, to turn o'erWithin my mind each look, get more and more By heart each word, too much to learn at first;And join thee all the fitter for the pause'Neath the low doorway's lintel. That were cause For lingering, though thou calledst, if I durst! XX.And yet thou art the nobler of us twoWhat dare I dream of, that thou canst not do, Outstripping my ten small steps with one stride?I'll say then, here's a trial and a task---Is it to bear?---if easy, I'll not ask: Though love fail, I can trust on in thy pride. XXI.Pride?---when those eyes forestall the life behindThe death I have to go through!---when I find, Now that I want thy help most, all of thee!What did I fear? Thy love shall hold me fastUntil the little minute's sleep is past And I wake saved.---And yet it will not be!"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25985"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25985, ""poem.id"": 25985, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:02:59"", ""poem.title"": ""A Wall"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25986"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25986, ""poem.id"": 25986, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:03:03"", ""poem.title"": ""A Lovers' Quarrel"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last night's rain, And the South dries the hawthorn-spray. Only, my Love's away! I'd as lief that the blue were grey, II.Runnels, which rillets swell,Must be dancing down the dell, With a foaming head On the beryl bedPaven smooth as a hermit's cell; Each with a tale to tell,Could my Love but attend as well. III.Dearest, three months ago!When we lived blocked-up with snow,--- When the wind would edge In and in his wedge,In, as far as the point could go--- Not to our ingle, though,Where we loved each the other so! IV.Laughs with so little cause!We devised games out of straws. We would try and trace One another's faceIn the ash, as an artist draws; Free on each other's flaws,How we chattered like two church daws! V.What's in the `Times''?---a scoldAt the Emperor deep and cold; He has taken a bride To his gruesome side,That's as fair as himself is bold: There they sit ermine-stoled,And she powders her hair with gold. VI.Fancy the Pampas' sheen!Miles and miles of gold and green Where the sunflowers blow In a solid glow,And---to break now and then the screen--- Black neck and eyeballs keen,Up a wild horse leaps between! VII.Try, will our table turn?Lay your hands there light, and yearn Till the yearning slips Thro' the finger-tipsIn a fire which a few discern, And a very few feel burn,And the rest, they may live and learn! VIII.Then we would up and pace,For a change, about the place, Each with arm o'er neck: 'Tis our quarter-deck,We are seamen in woeful case. Help in the ocean-space!Or, if no help, we'll embrace. IX.See, how she looks now, dressedIn a sledging-cap and vest! 'Tis a huge fur cloak--- Like a reindeer's yokeFalls the lappet along the breast: Sleeves for her arms to rest,Or to hang, as my Love likes best. X.Teach me to flirt a fanAs the Spanish ladies can, Or I tint your lip With a burnt stick's tipAnd you turn into such a man! Just the two spots that spanHalf the bill of the young male swan. XI.Dearest, three months agoWhen the mesmerizer Snow With his hand's first sweep Put the earth to sleep:'Twas a time when the heart could showAll---how was earth to know, 'Neath the mute hand's to-and-fro? XII.Dearest, three months agoWhen we loved each other so, Lived and loved the same Till an evening cameWhen a shaft from the devil's bow Pierced to our ingle-glow,And the friends were friend and foe! XIII.Not from the heart beneath---'Twas a bubble born of breath, Neither sneer nor vaunt, Nor reproach nor taunt. See a word, how it severeth! Oh, power of life and deathIn the tongue, as the Preacher saith! XIV.Woman, and will you castFor a word, quite off at last Me, your own, your You,--- Since, as truth is true,I was You all the happy past--- Me do you leave aghastWith the memories We amassed? XV.Love, if you knew the lightThat your soul casts in my sight, How I look to you For the pure and trueAnd the beauteous and the right,--- Bear with a moment's spiteWhen a mere mote threats the white! XVI.What of a hasty word?Is the fleshly heart not stirred By a worm's pin-prick Where its roots are quick?See the eye, by a fly's foot blurred--- Ear, when a straw is heardScratch the brain's coat of curd! XVII.Foul be the world or fairMore or less, how can I care? 'Tis the world the same For my praise or blame,And endurance is easy there. Wrong in the one thing rare---Oh, it is hard to bear! XVIII.Here's the spring back or close,When the almond-blossom blows: We shall have the word In a minor thirdThere is none but the cuckoo knows: Heaps of the guelder-rose!I must bear with it, I suppose. XIX.Could but November come,Were the noisy birds struck dumb At the warning slash Of his driver's-lash---I would laugh like the valiant Thumb Facing the castle glumAnd the giant's fee-faw-fum! XX.Then, were the world well strippedOf the gear wherein equipped We can stand apart, Heart dispense with heartIn the sun, with the flowers unnipped,--- Oh, the world's hangings ripped,We were both in a bare-walled crypt! XXI.Each in the crypt would cry``But one freezes here! and why? ``When a heart, as chill, ``At my own would thrill``Back to life, and its fires out-fly? ``Heart, shall we live or die?``The rest. . . . settle by-and-by!'' XXII.So, she'd efface the score,And forgive me as before. It is twelve o'clock: I shall hear her knockIn the worst of a storm's uproar, I shall pull her through the door,I shall have her for evermore!"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25987"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25987, ""poem.id"": 25987, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:03:09"", ""poem.title"": ""A Light Woman"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""I.So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?---My friend, or the mistress of my friend With her wanton eyes, or me? II.My friend was already too good to lose, And seemed in the way of improvement yet,When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose And over him drew her net. III.When I saw him tangled in her toils, A shame, said I, if she adds just himTo her nine-and-ninety other spoils, The hundredth for a whim! IV.And before my friend be wholly hers, How easy to prove to him, I said,An eagle's the game her pride prefers, Though she snaps at a wren instead! V.So, I gave her eyes my own eyes to take, My hand sought hers as in earnest need,And round she turned for my noble sake, And gave me herself indeed. VI.The eagle am I, with my fame in the world, The wren is he, with his maiden face.---You look away and your lip is curled? Patience, a moment's space! VII.For see, my friend goes shaling and white; He eyes me as the basilisk:I have turned, it appears, his day to night, Eclipsing his sun's disk. VIII.And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief: ``Though I love her---that, he comprehends---``One should master one's passions, (love, in chief) ``And be loyal to one's friends!'' IX.And she,---she lies in my hand as tame As a pear late basking over a wall;Just a touch to try and off it came; 'Tis mine,---can I let it fall? X.With no mind to eat it, that's the worst! Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist?'Twas quenching a dozen blue-flies' thirst When I gave its stalk a twist. XI.And I,---what I seem to my friend, you see: What I soon shall seem to his love, you guess:What I seem to myself, do you ask of me? No hero, I confess. XII.'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls, And matter enough to save one's own:Yet think of my friend, and the burning coals He played with for bits of stone! XIII.One likes to show the truth for the truth; That the woman was light is very true:But suppose she says,---Never mind that youth! What wrong have I done to you? XIV.Well, any how, here the story stays, So far at least as I understand;And, Robert Browning, you writer of plays, Here's a subject made to your hand!"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25988"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25988, ""poem.id"": 25988, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:03:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""I.My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lieOn mine, and mouth scarce able to affordSuppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby. II.What else should he be set for, with his staff? What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travellers who might find him posted there,And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laughWould break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare, III.If at his counsel I should turn aside Into that ominous tract which, all agree, Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescinglyI did turn as he pointed: neither prideNor hope rekindling at the end descried, So much as gladness that some end might be. IV.For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, What with my search drawn out thro' years, my hope Dwindled into a ghost not fit to copeWith that obstreperous joy success would bring,I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring My heart made, finding failure in its scope. V.As when a sick man very near to death Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end The tears and takes the farewell of each friend,And hears one bid the other go, draw breathFreelier outside, (``since all is o'er,'' he saith, ``And the blow falIen no grieving can amend;'') VI.While some discuss if near the other graves Be room enough for this, and when a day Suits best for carrying the corpse away,With care about the banners, scarves and staves:And still the man hears all, and only craves He may not shame such tender love and stay. VII.Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest, Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ So many times among ``The Band''---to wit,The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressedTheir steps---that just to fail as they, seemed best, And all the doubt was now---should I be fit? VIII.So, quiet as despair, I turned from him, That hateful cripple, out of his highway Into the path he pointed. All the dayHad been a dreary one at best, and dimWas settling to its close, yet shot one grim Red leer to see the plain catch its estray. IX.For mark! no sooner was I fairly found Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two, Than, pausing to throw backward a last viewO'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round:Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound. I might go on; nought else remained to do. X.So, on I went. I think I never saw Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve: For flowers---as well expect a cedar grove!But cockle, spurge, according to their lawMight propagate their kind, with none to awe, You'd think; a burr had been a treasure-trove. XI.No! penury, inertness and grimace, In some strange sort, were the land's portion. ``See ``Or shut your eyes,'' said nature peevishly,``It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:``'Tis the Last judgment's fire must cure this place, ``Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free.'' XII.If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk Above its mates, the head was chopped; the bents Were jealous else. What made those holes and rentsIn the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulkAll hope of greenness?'tis a brute must walk Pashing their life out, with a brute's intents. XIII.As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood.One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,Stood stupefied, however he came there: Thrust out past service from the devil's stud! XIV.Alive? he might be dead for aught I know, With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain, And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;I never saw a brute I hated so; He must be wicked to deserve such pain. XV.I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart. As a man calls for wine before he fights, I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.Think first, fight afterwards---the soldier's art: One taste of the old time sets all to rights. XVI.Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face Beneath its garniture of curly gold, Dear fellow, till I almost felt him foldAn arm in mine to fix me to the place,That way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace! Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold. XVII.Giles then, the soul of honour---there he stands Frank as ten years ago when knighted first. What honest man should dare (he said) he durst.Good---but the scene shifts---faugh! what hangman handsPin to his breast a parchment? His own bands Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst! XVIII.Better this present than a past like that; Back therefore to my darkening path again! No sound, no sight as far as eye could strain.Will the night send a howlet or a bat?I asked: when something on the dismal flat Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train. XIX.A sudden little river crossed my path As unexpected as a serpent comes. No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms;This, as it frothed by, might have been a bathFor the fiend's glowing hoof---to see the wrath Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes. XX.So petty yet so spiteful! All along, Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it; Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fitOf route despair, a suicidal throng:The river which had done them all the wrong, Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit. XXI.Which, while I forded,---good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seekFor hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!---It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek. XXII.Glad was I when I reached the other bank. Now for a better country. Vain presage! Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage,Whose savage trample thus could pad the dankSoil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank, Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage--- XXIII.The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque. What penned them there, with all the plain to choose? No foot-print leading to that horrid mews,None out of it. Mad brewage set to workTheir brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews. XXIV.And more than that---a furlong on---why, there! What bad use was that engine for, that wheel, Or brake, not wheel---that harrow fit to reelMen's bodies out like silk? with all the airOf Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware, Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel. XXV.Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood, Next a marsh, it would seem, and now mere earth Desperate and done with; (so a fool finds mirth,Makes a thing and then mars it, till his moodChanges and off he goes!) within a rood--- Bog, clay and rubble, sand and stark black dearth. XXVI.Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim, Now patches where some leanness of the soil's Broke into moss or substances like boils;Then came some palsied oak, a cleft in himLike a distorted mouth that splits its rim Gaping at death, and dies while it recoils. XXVII.And just as far as ever from the end! Nought in the distance but the evening, nought To point my footstep further! At the thought,great black bird, Apollyon's bosom-friend,Sailed past, nor beat his wide wing dragon-penned That brushed my cap---perchance the guide I sought. XXVIII.For, looking up, aware I somehow grew, 'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place All round to mountains---with such name to graceMere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view.How thus they had surprised me,---solve it, you! How to get from them was no clearer case. XXIX.Yet half I seemed to recognize some trick Of mischief happened to me, God knows when--- In a bad dream perhaps. Here ended, then,Progress this way. When, in the very nickOf giving up, one time more, came a click As when a trap shuts---you're inside the den! XXX.Burningly it came on me all at once, This was the place! those two hills on the right, Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight;While to the left, a tall scalped mountain ... Dunce,Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce, After a life spent training for the sight! XXXI.What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown stone, without a counter-partIn the whole world. The tempest's mocking elfPoints to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timbers start. XXXII.Not see? because of night perhaps?---why, day Came back again for that! before it left, The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay,Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay,--- ``Now stab and end the creature---to the heft!'' XXXIII.Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it tolled Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears Of all the lost adventurers my peers,---How such a one was strong, and such was bold,And such was fortunate, yet, each of old Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. XXXIV.There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met To view the last of me, a living frame For one more picture! in a sheet of flameI saw them and I knew them all. And yetDauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, And blew. ``_Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came._''"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25989"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25989, ""poem.id"": 25989, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:03:21"", ""poem.title"": ""Porphyria's Lover"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""Your browser does not support the audio element."", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25990"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25990, ""poem.id"": 25990, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:03:23"", ""poem.title"": ""After"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25991"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25991, ""poem.id"": 25991, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:03:27"", ""poem.title"": ""A Pretty Woman"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""I.That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy,And that infantine fresh air of hers! II.To think men cannot take you, Sweet, And enfold you, Ay, and hold you,And so keep you what they make you, Sweet! IIIYou like us for a glance, you know- - For a word's sake Or a sword's sake,All's the same, whate'er the chance, you know. IV.And in turn we make you ours, we say- - You and youth too, Eyes and mouth too,All the face composed of flowers, we say. V.All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet- - Sing and say for, Watch and pray for,Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet! VI.But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet, Though we prayed you, Paid you, brayed youin a mortar- -for you could not, Sweet! VII.So, we leave the sweet face fondly there: Be its beauty Its sole duty! Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there! VIII.And while the face lies quiet there, Who shall wonder That I ponderA conclusion? I will try it there. IX.As,- -why must one, for the love foregone, Scout mere liking? Thunder-strikingEarth,- -the heaven, we looked above for, gone! X.Why, with beauty, needs there money be, Love with liking? Crush the fly-kingIn his gauze, because no honey-bee? XI.May not liking be so simple-sweet, If love grew there 'Twould undo thereAll that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? XII.Is the creature too imperfect, Would you mend it And so end it? Since not all addition perfects aye! XIII.Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection- - Whence, rejectionOf a grace not to its mind, perhaps? XIV.Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder, And so hinderSparks from kindling all the place at once? XV.Or else kiss away one's soul on her? Your love-fancies! - -A sick man seesTruer, when his hot eyes roll on her! XVI.Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,- - Plucks a mould-flower For his gold flower,Uses fine things that efface the rose: XVII.Rosy rubies make its cup more rose, Precious metals Ape the petals,- -Last, some old king locks it up, morose! XVIII.Then how grace a rose? I know a way! Leave it, rather. Must you gather? Smell, kiss, wear it- -at last, throw away!"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25992"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25992, ""poem.id"": 25992, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:03:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Life In A Love"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25993"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25993, ""poem.id"": 25993, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:03:57"", ""poem.title"": ""A Woman's Last Word"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" }, ""25994"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 25994, ""poem.id"": 25994, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:04:19"", ""poem.title"": ""My Last Duchess"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""FERRARA.That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,Looking as if she were alive. I callThat piece a wonder, now: Fr Pandolf's handsWorked busily a day, and there she stands.Will't please you sit and look at her? I said``Fr Pandolf'' by design, for never readStrangers like you that pictured countenance,The depth and passion of its earnest glance,But to myself they turned (since none puts byThe curtain I have drawn for you, but I)And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,How such a glance came there; so, not the firstAre you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas notHer husband's presence only, called that spotOf joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhapsFr Pandolf chanced to say ``Her mantle laps``Over my lady's wrist too much,'' or ``Paint``Must never hope to reproduce the faint``Half-flush that dies along her throat:'' such stuffWas courtesy, she thought, and cause enoughFor calling up that spot of joy. She hadA heart---how shall I say?---too soon made glad,Too easily impressed; she liked whate'erShe looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast,The dropping of the daylight in the West,The bough of cherries some officious foolBroke in the orchard for her, the white muleShe rode with round the terrace---all and eachWould draw from her alike the approving speech,Or blush, at least. She thanked men,---good! but thankedSomehow---I know not how---as if she rankedMy gift of a nine-hundred-years-old nameWith anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blameThis sort of trifling? Even had you skillIn speech---(which I have not)---to make your willQuite clear to such an one, and say, ``Just this``Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,``Or there exceed the mark''---and if she letHerself be lessoned so, nor plainly setHer wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,---E'en then would be some stooping; and I chooseNever to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,Whene'er I passed her; but who passed withoutMuch the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;Then all smiles stopped together. There she standsAs if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meetThe company below, then. I repeat,The Count your master's known munificenceIs ample warrant that no just pretenceOf mine for dowry will be disallowed;Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowedAt starting, is my object. Nay, we'll goTogether down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!"", ""poem.author"": ""Robert Browning"" } }" 44,"2018-02-28 20:58:34","John Donne","{ ""1650"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1650, ""poem.id"": 1650, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Psalme Cxxxvii."", ""poem.date"": ""10/21/2014"", ""poem.content"": ""By Euphrates' flowry sideWe did bide,From deare Juda faire absented,Tearing the aire with our cryes ;And our eyesWith their streames his streame augmented.When, poore Syon's dolefull state,Desolate ;Sacked, burned, and inthrall'd,And the temple spoil'd, which weeIS e'er should see,To our mirthlesse mindes wee call'd :Our mute harpes, untun'd, unstrung,Up wee hungOn greene willowes neere beside us,Where we, sitting all forlorne,Thus in scorneOur proud spoylers 'gan deride us:Come, sad captives, leave your moanes,And your groanesUnder Syon's ruines bury;Tune your harps, and sing us layesIn the praiseOf your God, and let's be merry.Can, ah ! can we leave our moanes,And our groanesUnder Syon's ruines bury ?Can we in this land sing layesIn the praiseOf our God, and here be merry ?No; deare Syon, if I yetDo forgetThine affliction miserable,Let my nimble joynts becomeStiffe and numme,To touch warbling harpe unable.Let my tongue lose singing skill,Let it stillTo my parched roofe be glewed,If in either harpe or voiceI rejoiceTill thy joyes shall be renewed.Lord, curse Edom's traiterous kindeBeare in mindeIn our ruines how they revell'dSack, kill, burne ! they cryed out still,Sack, burne, kill!Downe with all, let all be levell'd.And thou Babel, when the tideOf thy pride,Now a flowing, growe to turning;Victor now, shall then be thrall,And shall fallTo as low an ebbe of mourning.Happy he who shall thee waste,As thou hastUs, without all mercy, wasted,And shall make thee taste and seeWhat poore weeBy thy meanes have seene and tasted.Happy who thy tender barnes,From the armesOf their wailing mothers tearing,'Gainst the walls shall dash their bones,Ruthlesse stonesWith their braines and blood besmearing."", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1651"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1651, ""poem.id"": 1651, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:10"", ""poem.title"": ""The Soule"", ""poem.date"": ""10/21/2014"", ""poem.content"": ""Thee, eye of heaven, this great soule envies not;By thy male force is all wee have begot;In the first East thou now begins to shine;Suck'st early balme, and island spices there;And wilt anon, in thy loose-rein'd careereAt Tagus, Po, Sene, Thames, and Danon dine,And see at night thy Westerne land of Myne :Yet hast thou not more nations seene than shee,That before thee one day beganne to bee,And, thy fraill light being quenched, shall long, long outlive thee."", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1652"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1652, ""poem.id"": 1652, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Good Friday"", ""poem.date"": ""10/21/2014"", ""poem.content"": ""(Riding Westward.)Let man's soule be a spheare, and then in thisThe intelligence that moves devotion is;And as the other spheares by being growneSubject to forraigne motion lose their owne,And being by others hurried every day,Scarce in a yeare their naturall forme obey :Pleasure or businesse, so our soules admitFor their first mover, and are whirled by it.Hence is't that I am carryed toward the WestThis day, when my soule's forme leads toward the East.There I should see a Sunne by rising set,And by that setting endlesse day beget.But that Christ on this Crosse did rise and fall,Sinne had eternally benighted all.Yet dare I almost be glad I do not seeThe spectacle of too much weight for mee.Who sees God's face, that is selfe life, must dye;What a death were it then to see God dye!It made his own lieutenant Nature shrinke,It made his footstoole crack, and the sunne winke.Could I behold those hands which span the polesAnd tune all spheares at once pierc'd with those holes ?Could I behold that endlesse height which isZenith to us, and our antipodesHumbled below us? or that blood which isThe seat of all our soules, if not of his,Made dust of dust ? or that flesh which was worneBy God, for his apparell, rag'd and torne ?If on these things I durst not looke, durst IUpon his miserable mother cast mine eye,Who was God's partner here, and furnish'd thusHalfe of that Sacrifice which ransom'd us ?Though these things as I ride be from mine eye,They are present yet into my memory;For that looks towards them, and thou lookst towards mee,Saviour, as thou hangst upon the tree:I turne my backe to thee but to receiveCorrections, till thy mercies bid thee leave.O thinke mee worth thine anger ; punish mee ;Burne off my rusts and my deformity ;Restore thine image so much by thy graceThat thou may'st know mee, and I'll turne my face."", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1653"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1653, ""poem.id"": 1653, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:20"", ""poem.title"": ""To Sir Henry Goodyere"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1654"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1654, ""poem.id"": 1654, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:25"", ""poem.title"": ""To The Earl Of Doncaster"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1655"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1655, ""poem.id"": 1655, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:31"", ""poem.title"": ""To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1656"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1656, ""poem.id"": 1656, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:37"", ""poem.title"": ""To Sir Henry Wotton"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1657"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1657, ""poem.id"": 1657, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1658"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1658, ""poem.id"": 1658, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Translated Out Of Gazaeus,"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1659"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1659, ""poem.id"": 1659, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:47"", ""poem.title"": ""To Sir Henry Wotton Ii"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1660"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1660, ""poem.id"": 1660, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Raderus"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1661"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1661, ""poem.id"": 1661, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Klockius"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1662"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1662, ""poem.id"": 1662, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 05:59:57"", ""poem.title"": ""To Mr. Samuel Brooke"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1663"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1663, ""poem.id"": 1663, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:00"", ""poem.title"": ""To Mr. I. P."", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1664"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1664, ""poem.id"": 1664, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1665"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1665, ""poem.id"": 1665, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:08"", ""poem.title"": ""To Mr.T.W."", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1666"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1666, ""poem.id"": 1666, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Ralphius"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1667"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1667, ""poem.id"": 1667, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:14"", ""poem.title"": ""To The Countess Of Bedford Ii"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1668"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1668, ""poem.id"": 1668, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Nativity"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1669"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1669, ""poem.id"": 1669, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:21"", ""poem.title"": ""To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1670"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1670, ""poem.id"": 1670, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Satire Ii"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1671"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1671, ""poem.id"": 1671, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:47"", ""poem.title"": ""To Mr. Rowland Woodward"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1672"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1672, ""poem.id"": 1672, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:49"", ""poem.title"": ""To Mr.I.L."", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1673"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1673, ""poem.id"": 1673, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:54"", ""poem.title"": ""To The Lady Magdalen Herbert, Of St. Mary Magdalen"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1674"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1674, ""poem.id"": 1674, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:00:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1675"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1675, ""poem.id"": 1675, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1676"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1676, ""poem.id"": 1676, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:05"", ""poem.title"": ""To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1677"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1677, ""poem.id"": 1677, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:08"", ""poem.title"": ""To The Countess Of Bedford I"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1678"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1678, ""poem.id"": 1678, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy Xii"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1679"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1679, ""poem.id"": 1679, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Satire V"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1680"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1680, ""poem.id"": 1680, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Phryne"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1681"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1681, ""poem.id"": 1681, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:46"", ""poem.title"": ""The Harbinger"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1682"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1682, ""poem.id"": 1682, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy Xi: The Bracelet"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1683"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1683, ""poem.id"": 1683, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:01:56"", ""poem.title"": ""The Annunciation And Passion"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1684"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1684, ""poem.id"": 1684, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:02:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Valediction To His Book"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1685"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1685, ""poem.id"": 1685, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:02:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Niobe"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1686"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1686, ""poem.id"": 1686, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:02:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1687"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1687, ""poem.id"": 1687, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:02:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet Viii: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1688"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1688, ""poem.id"": 1688, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:02:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Temple"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""1689"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1689, ""poem.id"": 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Riding Westward"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26111"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26111, ""poem.id"": 26111, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:12:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Negative Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26112"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26112, ""poem.id"": 26112, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:12:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy V: His Picture"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26113"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26113, ""poem.id"": 26113, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:12:19"", ""poem.title"": ""The Expiration"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26114"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26114, ""poem.id"": 26114, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:12:25"", ""poem.title"": ""The Calm"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26115"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26115, ""poem.id"": 26115, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:12:32"", ""poem.title"": ""The Legacy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26116"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26116, ""poem.id"": 26116, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:12:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Hero And Leander"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26117"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26117, ""poem.id"": 26117, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26118"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26118, ""poem.id"": 26118, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Love's Usury"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26119"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26119, ""poem.id"": 26119, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:30"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet Iv: Oh My Black Soul!"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26120"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26120, ""poem.id"": 26120, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Witchcraft By A Picture"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26121"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26121, ""poem.id"": 26121, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Hym To God, My God In My Sickness"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26122"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26122, ""poem.id"": 26122, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet X"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26123"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26123, ""poem.id"": 26123, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26124"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26124, ""poem.id"": 26124, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy I: Jealousy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26125"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26125, ""poem.id"": 26125, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy X: The Dream"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26126"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26126, ""poem.id"": 26126, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:13:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet ?"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26127"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26127, ""poem.id"": 26127, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26128"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26128, ""poem.id"": 26128, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:10"", ""poem.title"": ""The Funerall"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26129"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26129, ""poem.id"": 26129, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:14"", ""poem.title"": ""The Dissolution"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26130"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26130, ""poem.id"": 26130, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:17"", ""poem.title"": ""The Token"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26131"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26131, ""poem.id"": 26131, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:21"", ""poem.title"": ""The Indifferent"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26132"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26132, ""poem.id"": 26132, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Self-Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26133"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26133, ""poem.id"": 26133, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet Xvii: Since She Whom I Loved"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26134"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26134, ""poem.id"": 26134, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:34"", ""poem.title"": ""The Prohibition"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26135"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26135, ""poem.id"": 26135, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:36"", ""poem.title"": ""The Triple Fool"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26136"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26136, ""poem.id"": 26136, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:14:39"", ""poem.title"": ""The Primrose"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26137"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26137, ""poem.id"": 26137, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:15:04"", ""poem.title"": ""The Paradox"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26138"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26138, ""poem.id"": 26138, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:15:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26139"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26139, ""poem.id"": 26139, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:15:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Love's Deity"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26140"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26140, ""poem.id"": 26140, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:15:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26141"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26141, ""poem.id"": 26141, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:15:24"", ""poem.title"": ""The Relic"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26142"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26142, ""poem.id"": 26142, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:15:49"", ""poem.title"": ""To His Mistress Going To Bed"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26143"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26143, ""poem.id"": 26143, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:15:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Love's Infiniteness"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26144"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26144, ""poem.id"": 26144, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Song: Go And Catch A Falling Star"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26145"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26145, ""poem.id"": 26145, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:03"", ""poem.title"": ""The Broken Heart"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26146"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26146, ""poem.id"": 26146, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Love's Alchemy"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26147"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26147, ""poem.id"": 26147, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Song"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26148"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26148, ""poem.id"": 26148, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:18"", ""poem.title"": ""A Valediction: Of Weeping"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26149"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26149, ""poem.id"": 26149, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:21"", ""poem.title"": ""From ‘the Cross’"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26150"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26150, ""poem.id"": 26150, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:23"", ""poem.title"": ""The Bait"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26151"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26151, ""poem.id"": 26151, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:29"", ""poem.title"": ""The Dream"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26152"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26152, ""poem.id"": 26152, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:51"", ""poem.title"": ""A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays; The world's whole sap is sunk; The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed's feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interr'd; yet all these seem to laugh, Compar'd with me, who am their epitaph. Study me then, you who shall lovers be At the next world, that is, at the next spring; For I am every dead thing, In whom Love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness; He ruin'd me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not. All others, from all things, draw all that's good, Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have; I, by Love's limbec, am the grave Of all that's nothing. Oft a flood Have we two wept, and so Drown'd the whole world, us two; oft did we grow To be two chaoses, when we did show Care to aught else; and often absences Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses. But I am by her death (which word wrongs her) Of the first nothing the elixir grown; Were I a man, that I were one I needs must know; I should prefer, If I were any beast, Some ends, some means; yea plants, yea stones detest, And love; all, all some properties invest; If I an ordinary nothing were, As shadow, a light and body must be here. But I am none; nor will my sun renew. You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun At this time to the Goat is run To fetch new lust, and give it you, Enjoy your summer all; Since she enjoys her long night's festival, Let me prepare towards her, and let me call This hour her vigil, and her eve, since this Both the year's, and the day's deep midnight is."", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26153"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26153, ""poem.id"": 26153, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:16:58"", ""poem.title"": ""Farewell To Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26154"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26154, ""poem.id"": 26154, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:17:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26155"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26155, ""poem.id"": 26155, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:17:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26156"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26156, ""poem.id"": 26156, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:17:30"", ""poem.title"": ""At The Round Earth's Imagin'D Corners"", ""poem.date"": ""1/20/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26157"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26157, ""poem.id"": 26157, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:17:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Woman's Constancy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26158"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26158, ""poem.id"": 26158, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:17:40"", ""poem.title"": ""The Canonization"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26159"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26159, ""poem.id"": 26159, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:17:45"", ""poem.title"": ""The Ecstasy"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26160"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26160, ""poem.id"": 26160, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:17:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26161"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26161, ""poem.id"": 26161, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:18:15"", ""poem.title"": ""A Jet Ring Sent"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26162"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26162, ""poem.id"": 26162, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:18:19"", ""poem.title"": ""An Anatomy Of The World..."", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26163"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26163, ""poem.id"": 26163, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:18:42"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26164"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26164, ""poem.id"": 26164, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:18:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26165"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26165, ""poem.id"": 26165, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:18:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Break Of Day"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26166"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26166, ""poem.id"": 26166, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:18:54"", ""poem.title"": ""A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26167"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26167, ""poem.id"": 26167, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:18:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Daybreak"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26168"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26168, ""poem.id"": 26168, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:05"", ""poem.title"": ""A Lecture Upon The Shadow"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26169"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26169, ""poem.id"": 26169, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26170"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26170, ""poem.id"": 26170, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:12"", ""poem.title"": ""A Valediction Of Weeping"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26171"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26171, ""poem.id"": 26171, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:18"", ""poem.title"": ""A Fever"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26172"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26172, ""poem.id"": 26172, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:24"", ""poem.title"": ""The Flea"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26173"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26173, ""poem.id"": 26173, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:29"", ""poem.title"": ""A Burnt Ship"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26174"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26174, ""poem.id"": 26174, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Go And Catch A Falling Star"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26175"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26175, ""poem.id"": 26175, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:39"", ""poem.title"": ""A Lame Beggar"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26176"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26176, ""poem.id"": 26176, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:19:42"", ""poem.title"": ""Confined Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26177"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26177, ""poem.id"": 26177, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Good Morrow"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26178"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26178, ""poem.id"": 26178, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Air And Angels"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26179"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26179, ""poem.id"": 26179, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:15"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sun Rising"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26180"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26180, ""poem.id"": 26180, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:19"", ""poem.title"": ""A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26181"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26181, ""poem.id"": 26181, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:24"", ""poem.title"": ""A Hymn To God The Father"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26182"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26182, ""poem.id"": 26182, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:29"", ""poem.title"": ""For Whom The Bell Tolls"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": ""PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness. There was a contention as far as a suit (in which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is. The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that this occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world? No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another's danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security."", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26183"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26183, ""poem.id"": 26183, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Death Be Not Proud"", ""poem.date"": ""5/14/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" }, ""26184"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26184, ""poem.id"": 26184, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:35"", ""poem.title"": ""No Man Is An Island"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""John Donne"" } }" 45,"2018-02-28 20:58:45","Roger McGough","{ ""1690"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1690, ""poem.id"": 1690, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:02:46"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sound Collector"", ""poem.date"": ""8/18/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""A stranger called this morningDressed all in black and greyPut every sound into a bagAnd carried them awayThe whistling of the kettleThe turning of the lockThe purring of the kittenThe ticking of the clockThe popping of the toasterThe crunching of the flakesWhen you spread the marmaladeThe scraping noise it makesThe hissing of the frying panThe ticking of the grillThe bubbling of the bathtubAs it starts to fillThe drumming of the raindropsOn the windowpaneWhen you do the washing-upThe gurgle of the drainThe crying of the babyThe squeaking of the chairThe swishing of the curtainThe creaking of the stairA stranger called this morningHe didn't leave his nameLeft us only silenceLife will never be the same"", ""poem.author"": ""Roger McGough"" }, ""1691"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1691, ""poem.id"": 1691, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:03:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Kinetic Poem 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""poet_x_poem.id"": 1696, ""poem.id"": 1696, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:03:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Soil"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Roger McGough"" }, ""1697"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1697, ""poem.id"": 1697, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:03:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Mrs Moon"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Roger McGough"" }, ""1698"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1698, ""poem.id"": 1698, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:04:14"", ""poem.title"": ""The Trouble With Snowmen"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Roger McGough"" }, ""1699"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1699, ""poem.id"": 1699, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:04:19"", ""poem.title"": ""The Leader"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Roger McGough"" }, ""1700"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1700, ""poem.id"": 1700, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:04:40"", ""poem.title"": ""The Identification"", 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""poem.id"": 1705, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:05:29"", ""poem.title"": ""The Lesson"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Roger McGough"" }, ""1706"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1706, ""poem.id"": 1706, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:05:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Let Me Die A Youngman's Death"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""Your browser does not support the audio element."", ""poem.author"": ""Roger McGough"" } }" 46,"2018-02-28 20:58:52","Allen Ginsberg","{ ""1707"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1707, ""poem.id"": 1707, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:05:38"", ""poem.title"": ""The Blue Angel"", ""poem.date"": ""6/12/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Marlene Dietrich is singing a lamentfor mechanical love.She leans against a mortarboard treeon a plateau by the seashore.She's a life-sized toy,the doll of eternity;her hair is shaped like an abstract hatmade out of white steel.Her face is powdered, whitewashed andimmobile like a robot.Jutting out of her 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""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1728"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1728, ""poem.id"": 1728, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:08:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Kral Majales (King Of May)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1729"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1729, ""poem.id"": 1729, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:08:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Sphincter"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1730"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1730, ""poem.id"": 1730, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:08:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Velocity Of Money"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1731"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1731, ""poem.id"": 1731, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:08:38"", ""poem.title"": ""The Lion For Real"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1732"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1732, ""poem.id"": 1732, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:08:42"", ""poem.title"": ""Hum Bom!"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1733"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1733, ""poem.id"": 1733, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:08:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Feb. 29, 1958"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1734"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1734, ""poem.id"": 1734, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:08:52"", ""poem.title"": ""136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1735"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1735, ""poem.id"": 1735, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:08:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1736"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1736, ""poem.id"": 1736, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:09:05"", ""poem.title"": ""In Back Of The Real"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1737"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1737, ""poem.id"": 1737, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:09:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Song"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1738"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1738, ""poem.id"": 1738, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:09:36"", ""poem.title"": ""An Asphodel"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1739"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1739, ""poem.id"": 1739, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:09:39"", ""poem.title"": ""First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1740"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1740, ""poem.id"": 1740, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:09:42"", ""poem.title"": ""September On Jessore Road"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1741"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1741, ""poem.id"": 1741, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:09:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Kaddish, Part I"", ""poem.date"": ""1/20/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonographthe rhythm the rhythm--and your memory in my head three years after-- And read Adonais' last triumphant stanzas aloud--wept, realizing how we suffer--And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember, prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of An- swers--and my own imagination of a withered leaf--at dawn--Dreaming back thru life, Your time--and mine accelerating toward Apoca- lypse,the final moment--the flower burning in the Day--and what comes after, looking back on the mind itself that saw an American citya flash away, and the great dream of Me or China, or you and a phantom Russia, or a crumpled bed that never existed--like a poem in the dark--escaped back to Oblivion--No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance,sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worship- ping each other,worshipping the God included in it all--longing or inevitability?--while it lasts, a Vision--anything more?It leaps about me, as I go out and walk the street, look back over my shoulder, Seventh Avenue, the battlements of window office buildings shoul- dering each other high, under a cloud, tall as the sky an instant--and the sky above--an old blue place.or down the Avenue to the south, to--as I walk toward the Lower East Side --where you walked 50 years ago, little girl--from Russia, eating the first poisonous tomatoes of America frightened on the dock then struggling in the crowds of Orchard Street toward what?--toward Newark--toward candy store, first home-made sodas of the century, hand-churned ice cream in backroom on musty brownfloor boards--Toward education marriage nervous breakdown, operation, teaching school, and learning to be mad, in a dream--what is this life?Toward the Key in the window--and the great Key lays its head of light on top of Manhattan, and over the floor, and lays down on the sidewalk--in a single vast beam, moving, as I walk down First toward the Yiddish Theater--and the place of povertyyou knew, and I know, but without caring now--Strange to have moved thru Paterson, and the West, and Europe and here again,with the cries of Spaniards now in the doorstops doors and dark boys on the street, firs escapes old as you--Tho you're not old now, that's left here with me--Myself, anyhow, maybe as old as the universe--and I guess that dies with us--enough to cancel all that comes--What came is gone forever every time--That's good!That leaves it open for no regret--no fear radiators, lacklove, torture even toothache in the end--Though while it comes it is a lion that eats the soul--and the lamb, the soul, in us, alas, offering itself in sacrifice to change's fierce hunger--hair and teeth--and the roar of bonepain, skull bare, break rib, rot-skin, braintricked Implacability.Ai! ai!we do worse! We are in a fix!And you're out, Death let you out, Death had the Mercy, you're done with your century, done with God, done with the path thru it--Done with yourself at last--Pure --Back to the Babe dark before your Father, before us all--before the world--There, rest.No more suffering for you.I know where you've gone, it's good.No more flowers in the summer fields of New York, no joy now, no more fear of Louis,and no more of his sweetness and glasses, his high school decades, debts, loves, frightened telephone calls, conception beds, relatives, hands--No more of sister Elanor,--she gone before you--we kept it secret you killed her--or she killed herself to bear with you--an arthritic heart --But Death's killed you both--No matter--Nor your memory of your mother, 1915 tears in silent movies weeks and weeks--forgetting, agrieve watching Marie Dressler address human- ity, Chaplin dance in youth,or Boris Godunov, Chaliapin's at the Met, halling his voice of a weeping Czar --by standing room with Elanor & Max--watching also the Capital ists take seats in Orchestra, white furs, diamonds,with the YPSL's hitch-hiking thru Pennsylvania, in black baggy gym skirts pants, photograph of 4 girls holding each other round the waste, and laughing eye, too coy, virginal solitude of 1920all girls grown old, or dead now, and that long hair in the grave--lucky to have husbands later--You made it--I came too--Eugene my brother before (still grieving now and will gream on to his last stiff hand, as he goes thru his cancer--or kill --later perhaps--soon he will think--)And it's the last moment I remember, which I see them all, thru myself, now --tho not youI didn't foresee what you felt--what more hideous gape of bad mouth came first--to you--and were you prepared?To go where?In that Dark--that--in that God? a radiance? A Lord in the Void?Like an eye in the black cloud in a dream?Adonoi at last, with you?Beyond my remembrance! Incapable to guess! Not merely the yellow skull in the grave, or a box of worm dust, and a stained ribbon--Deaths- head with Halo?can you believe it?Is it only the sun that shines once for the mind, only the flash of existence, than none ever was?Nothing beyond what we have--what you had--that so pitiful--yet Tri- umph,to have been here, and changed, like a tree, broken, or flower--fed to the ground--but made, with its petals, colored, thinking Great Universe, shaken, cut in the head, leaf stript, hid in an egg crate hospital, cloth wrapped, sore--freaked in the moon brain, Naughtless.No flower like that flower, which knew itself in the garden, and fought the knife--lostCut down by an idiot Snowman's icy--even in the Spring--strange ghost thought some--Death--Sharp icicle in his hand--crowned with old roses--a dog for his eyes--cock of a sweatshop--heart of electric irons.All the accumulations of life, that wear us out--clocks, bodies, consciousness, shoes, breasts--begotten sons--your Communism--'Paranoia' into hospitals.You once kicked Elanor in the leg, she died of heart failure later.You of stroke.Asleep?within a year, the two of you, sisters in death.Is Elanor happy?Max grieves alive in an office on Lower Broadway, lone large mustache over midnight Accountings, not sure.His life passes--as he sees--and what does he doubt now?Still dream of making money, or that might have made money, hired nurse, had children, found even your Im- mortality, Naomi?I'll see him soon.Now I've got to cut through to talk to you as I didn't when you had a mouth.Forever.And we're bound for that, Forever like Emily Dickinson's horses --headed to the End.They know the way--These Steeds--run faster than we think--it's our own life they cross--and take with them. Magnificent, mourned no more, marred of heart, mind behind, mar-ried dreamed, mortal changed--Ass and face done with murder. In the world, given, flower maddened, made no Utopia, shut underpine, almed in Earth, blamed in Lone, Jehovah, accept. Nameless, One Faced, Forever beyond me, beginningless, endless,Father in death.Tho I am not there for this Prophecy, I am unmarried, I'mhymnless, I'm Heavenless, headless in blisshood I would still adore Thee, Heaven, after Death, only One blessed in Nothingness, notlight or darkness, Dayless Eternity-- Take this, this Psalm, from me, burst from my hand in a day, someof my Time, now given to Nothing--to praise Thee--But Death This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Won-derer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping--page beyond Psalm--Last change of mine and Naomi--to God's perfectDarkness--Death, stay thy phantoms!II Over and over--refrain--of the Hospitals--still haven't written yourhistory--leave it abstract--a few images run thru the mind--like the saxophone chorus of houses and years--remembrance of electrical shocks. By long nites as a child in Paterson apartment, watching over yournervousness--you were fat--your next move-- By that afternoon I stayed home from school to take care of you--once and for all--when I vowed forever that once man disagreed with myopinion of the cosmos, I was lost-- By my later burden--vow to illuminate mankind--this is release ofparticulars--(mad as you)--(sanity a trick of agreement)-- But you stared out the window on the Broadway Church corner, andspied a mystical assassin from Newark, So phoned the Doctor--'OK go way for a rest'--so I put on my coatand walked you downstreet--On the way a grammarschool boy screamed,unaccountably--'Where you goin Lady to Death'? I shuddered-- and you covered your nose with motheaten fur collar, gas maskagainst poison sneaked into downtown atmosphere, sprayed by Grandma-- And was the driver of the cheesebox Public Service bus a member of the gang?You shuddered at his face, I could hardly get you on--to NewYork, very Times Square, to grab another Greyhound--"", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1742"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1742, ""poem.id"": 1742, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Cosmopolitan Greetings"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1743"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1743, ""poem.id"": 1743, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1744"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1744, ""poem.id"": 1744, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Homework"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1745"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1745, ""poem.id"": 1745, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:29"", ""poem.title"": ""An Eastern Ballad"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""1746"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1746, ""poem.id"": 1746, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Death &Amp; Fame"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel CemeteryBut l want a big funeralSt. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in ManhattanFirst, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister- in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters their grandchildren,companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting America, Satchitananda Swami Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantomsBaker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau Roshis, Lama Tarchen --Then, most important, lovers over half-centuryDozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & richyoung boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories\"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousand day retreat --\"\"I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he loved me\"\"I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone\"\"We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly arms round each other\"\"I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my skivvies would be on the floor\"\"Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master\"\"We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then sleep in his captain's bed.\"\"He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy\"\"I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my stomachshuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- \"\"All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth & fingers along my waist\"\"He gave great head\"So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commin- gling with flesh and youthful blood of 1997and surprise -- \"You too? But I thought you were straight!\"\"I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me.\"\"I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head,my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick, tickled with his tongue my behind\"\"I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a pillow --\"Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear\"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his walk-up flat,seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him again never wanted to... \"\"He couldn't get it up but loved me,\" \"A clean old man.\" \"He made sure I came first\"This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical con- ductors, unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trum- peters, bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin auto- harp pennywhistles & kazoosNext, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India, Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman Massa- chusets surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American provincesThen highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate biblio- philes, sex liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either sex\"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved him anyway, true artist\"\"Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me from suicide hospitals\"\"Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my studio guest a week in Budapest\"Thousands of readers, \"Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois\"\"I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- \"\"He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas City\"\"Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City\"\"Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982\"\"I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized others like me out there\"Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gesturesThen Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photo- graphy aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural historians come to witness the historic funeralSuper-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph- hunters, distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkersEveryone knew they were part of 'History\" except the deceasedwho never knew exactly what was happening even when I was alive February 22, 1997"", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""26276"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26276, ""poem.id"": 26276, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Sunflower Sutra"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""26277"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26277, ""poem.id"": 26277, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Crossing Nation"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""26278"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26278, ""poem.id"": 26278, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Cia Dope Calypso"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""In nineteen hundred forty-nineChina was won by Mao Tse-tungChiang Kai Shek's army ran awayThey were waiting there in Thailand yesterdaySupported by the CIAPushing junk down Thailand wayFirst they stole from the Meo TribesUp in the hills they started taking bribesThen they sent their soldiers up to ShanCollecting opium to send to The ManPushing junk in Bangkok yesterdaySupported by the CIABrought their jam on mule trains downTo Chiang Mai that's a railroad townSold it next to the police chief's brainHe took it to town on the choochoo trainTrafficking dope to Bangkok all daySupported by the CIAThe policeman's name was Mr. PhaoHe peddled dope grand scale and howChief of border customs paidBy Central Intelligence's U.S. aidThe whole operation, Newspapers saySupported by the CIAHe got so sloppy and peddled so looseHe busted himself and cooked his own gooseTook the reward for the opium loadSeizing his own haul which same he resoldBig time pusher for a decade turned greyWorking for the CIATouby Lyfong he worked for the FrenchA big fat man liked to dine & wenchPrince of the Meos he grew black mudTill opium flowed through the land like a floodCommunists came and chased the French awaySo Touby took a job with the CIAThe whole operation fell in to chaosTill U.S. intelligence came in to LaosMary Azarian/Matt Wuerker I'll tell you no lie I'm a true AmericanOur big pusher there was Phoumi NosavanAll them Princes in a power playBut Phoumi was the man for the CIAAnd his best friend General Vang PaoRan the Meo army like a sacred cowHelicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng's barsIn Xieng Quang province on the Plain of JarsIt started in secret they were fighting yesterdayClandestine secret army of the CIAAll through the Sixties the dope flew freeThru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshall KyAir America followed throughTransporting comfiture for President ThieuAll these Dealers were decades and yesterdayThe Indochinese mob of the U.S. CIAOperation Haylift Offisir Wm ColbySaw Marshall Ky fly opium Mr. Mustard told meIndochina desk he was Chief of Dirty Tricks\"Hitch-hiking\" with dope pushers was how he got his fixSubsidizing the traffickers to drive the Reds awayTill Colby was the head of the CIA"", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""26279"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26279, ""poem.id"": 26279, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Haiku (Never Published)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""26280"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26280, ""poem.id"": 26280, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:20:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Hospital Window"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""26281"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26281, ""poem.id"": 26281, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:21:02"", ""poem.title"": ""Five A.M."", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""26282"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26282, ""poem.id"": 26282, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:21:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Father Death Blues"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" }, ""26283"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26283, ""poem.id"": 26283, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:21:09"", ""poem.title"": ""A Supermarket In California"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Allen Ginsberg"" } }" 47,"2018-02-28 20:59:15","Elizabeth Barrett Brownin","{ ""1747"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1747, ""poem.id"": 1747, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Paraphrase on Anacreon: Ode to the Swallow"", ""poem.date"": ""5/20/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Thou indeed, little Swallow,A sweet yearly comer.Art building a hollowNew nest every summer.And straight dost departWhere no gazing can follow.Past Memphis, down Nile!Ay! but love all the whileBuilds his nest in my heart,Through the cold winter-weeks:And as one Love takes flight.Comes another, O Swallow,In an egg warm and white,And another is callow.And the large gaping beaksChirp all day and all night:And the Loves who are olderHelp the young and the poor Loves,And the young Loves grown bolderIncrease by the score Loves—Why, what can be done?If a noise comes from one.Can I bear all this rout of a hundred and more Loves?"", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1748"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1748, ""poem.id"": 1748, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Love"", ""poem.date"": ""4/21/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""We cannot live, except thus mutuallyWe alternate, aware or unaware,The reflex act of life: and when we bearOur virtue onward most impulsively,Most full of invocation, and to beMost instantly compellant, certes, thereWe live most life, whoever breathes most airAnd counts his dying years by sun and sea.But when a soul, by choice and conscience, dothThrow out her full force on another soul,The conscience and the concentration both makemere life, Love. For Life in perfect wholeAnd aim consummated, is Love in sooth,As nature's magnet-heat rounds pole with pole."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1749"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1749, ""poem.id"": 1749, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Xii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1750"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1750, ""poem.id"": 1750, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron"", ""poem.date"": ""3/24/2012"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1751"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1751, ""poem.id"": 1751, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Xli"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1752"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1752, ""poem.id"": 1752, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:10:58"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxxvii"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1753"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1753, ""poem.id"": 1753, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:11:02"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxxviii"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1754"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1754, ""poem.id"": 1754, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:11:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxxiv"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1755"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1755, ""poem.id"": 1755, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:11:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxvi"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1756"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1756, ""poem.id"": 1756, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:11:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxv"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1757"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1757, ""poem.id"": 1757, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:11:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xvi"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1758"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1758, ""poem.id"": 1758, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxxvi"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1759"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1759, ""poem.id"": 1759, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxxiii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1760"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1760, ""poem.id"": 1760, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxxix"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1761"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1761, ""poem.id"": 1761, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxxi"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1762"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1762, ""poem.id"": 1762, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxxvii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1763"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1763, ""poem.id"": 1763, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxvii"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1764"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1764, ""poem.id"": 1764, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxxiv"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1765"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1765, ""poem.id"": 1765, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:41"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxvi"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1766"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1766, ""poem.id"": 1766, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxxix"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1767"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1767, ""poem.id"": 1767, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Xv"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1768"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1768, ""poem.id"": 1768, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:12:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1769"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1769, ""poem.id"": 1769, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:13:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxx"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1770"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1770, ""poem.id"": 1770, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:13:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Flush Or Faunus"", ""poem.date"": ""1/5/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""You see this dog. It was but yesterdayI mused, forgetful of his presence here,Till thought on thought drew downward tear on tear;When from the pillow, where wet-cheeked I lay,A head as hairy as Faunus, thrust its wayRight sudden against my face,—two golden-clearLarge eyes astonished mine,—a drooping earDid flap me on either cheek, to dry the spray!I started first, as some ArcadianAmazed by goatly god in twilight grove:But as my bearded vision closelier ranMy tears off, I knew Flush, and rose aboveSurprise and sadness; thanking the true Pan,Who, by low creatures, leads to heights of love."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1771"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1771, ""poem.id"": 1771, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:13:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxix"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1772"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1772, ""poem.id"": 1772, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:13:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxvii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1773"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1773, ""poem.id"": 1773, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:13:37"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest!"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1774"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1774, ""poem.id"": 1774, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:13:41"", ""poem.title"": ""Vii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1775"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1775, ""poem.id"": 1775, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:13:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxxii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1776"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1776, ""poem.id"": 1776, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:13:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxiii"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1777"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1777, ""poem.id"": 1777, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:14:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Xxiii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1778"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1778, ""poem.id"": 1778, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:14:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxxi"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1779"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1779, ""poem.id"": 1779, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:14:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xliv"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1780"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1780, ""poem.id"": 1780, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:14:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Xx"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""1781"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1781, ""poem.id"": 1781, 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""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26327"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26327, ""poem.id"": 26327, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:21:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26328"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26328, ""poem.id"": 26328, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:21:33"", ""poem.title"": ""V"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26329"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26329, ""poem.id"": 26329, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:21:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxiv"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26330"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26330, ""poem.id"": 26330, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:21:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xv"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, 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What Can I Give Thee Back, O Liberal"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26421"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26421, ""poem.id"": 26421, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:11"", ""poem.title"": ""The Look"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26422"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26422, ""poem.id"": 26422, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Vi: Go From Me"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26423"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26423, ""poem.id"": 26423, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:21"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 25 - A Heavy Heart, Beloved, Have I Borne"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26424"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26424, ""poem.id"": 26424, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xxxviii: First Time He Kissed Me"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26425"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26425, ""poem.id"": 26425, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:30"", ""poem.title"": ""Minstrelsy"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26426"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26426, ""poem.id"": 26426, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets From The Portuguese Iii"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26427"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26427, ""poem.id"": 26427, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet I"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26428"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26428, ""poem.id"": 26428, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 39 - Because Thou Hast The Power And Own'st The Grace"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26429"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26429, ""poem.id"": 26429, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets From The Portuguese I"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26430"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26430, ""poem.id"": 26430, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 04 - Thou Hast Thy Calling To Some Palace-Floor"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26431"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26431, ""poem.id"": 26431, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:30:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xi: And Therefore If To Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26432"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26432, ""poem.id"": 26432, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Ix"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26433"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26433, ""poem.id"": 26433, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 17 - My Poet, Thou Canst Touch On All The Notes"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26434"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26434, ""poem.id"": 26434, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 30 - I See Thine Image Through My Tears To-Night"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26435"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26435, ""poem.id"": 26435, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:19"", ""poem.title"": ""The Lady's Yes"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26436"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26436, ""poem.id"": 26436, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:23"", ""poem.title"": ""The Deserted Garden"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26437"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26437, ""poem.id"": 26437, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 09 - Can It Be Right To Give What I Can Give?"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26438"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26438, ""poem.id"": 26438, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:34"", ""poem.title"": ""The House Of Clouds"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26439"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26439, ""poem.id"": 26439, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 05 - I Lift My Heavy Heart Up Solemnly"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26440"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26440, ""poem.id"": 26440, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:45"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 32 - The First Time That The Sun Rose On Thine Oath"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26441"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26441, ""poem.id"": 26441, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:48"", ""poem.title"": ""The Weakest Thing"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26442"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26442, ""poem.id"": 26442, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 34 - With The Same Heart, I Said, I'Ll Answer Thee"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26443"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26443, ""poem.id"": 26443, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:31:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 41 - I Thank All Who Have Loved Me In Their Hearts"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26444"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26444, ""poem.id"": 26444, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:32:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 23 - Is It Indeed So? If I Lay Here Dead"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26445"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26445, ""poem.id"": 26445, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:32:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Perplexed Music"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26446"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26446, ""poem.id"": 26446, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:32:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Iii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26447"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26447, ""poem.id"": 26447, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:32:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Lord Walter's Wife"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26448"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26448, ""poem.id"": 26448, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:32:21"", ""poem.title"": ""Only A Curl."", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26449"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26449, ""poem.id"": 26449, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:32:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xiv"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26450"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26450, ""poem.id"": 26450, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:32:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 11 - And Therefore If To Love Can Be Desert"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26451"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26451, ""poem.id"": 26451, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:32:54"", ""poem.title"": ""Iv"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26452"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26452, ""poem.id"": 26452, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Ii"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26453"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26453, ""poem.id"": 26453, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:04"", ""poem.title"": ""To Flush, My Dog"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26454"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26454, ""poem.id"": 26454, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:09"", ""poem.title"": ""The Autumn"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26455"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26455, ""poem.id"": 26455, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 35 - If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26456"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26456, ""poem.id"": 26456, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 24 - Let The World's Sharpness, Like A Clasping Knife"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26457"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26457, ""poem.id"": 26457, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 03 - Unlike Are We, Unlike, O Princely Heart!"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26458"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26458, ""poem.id"": 26458, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 07 - The Face Of All The World Is Changed, I Think"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26459"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26459, ""poem.id"": 26459, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 02 - But Only Three In All God's Universe"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26460"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26460, ""poem.id"": 26460, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 27 - My Own Beloved, Who Hast Lifted Me"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26461"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26461, ""poem.id"": 26461, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 12 - Indeed This Very Love Which Is My Boast"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26462"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26462, ""poem.id"": 26462, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 40 - Oh, Yes! They Love Through All This World Of Ours!"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26463"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26463, ""poem.id"": 26463, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Tears"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26464"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26464, ""poem.id"": 26464, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 15 - Accuse Me Not, Beseech Thee, That I Wear"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26465"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26465, ""poem.id"": 26465, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:33:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 22 - When Our Two Souls Stand Up Erect And Strong"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26466"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26466, ""poem.id"": 26466, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:34:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Futurity"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26467"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26467, ""poem.id"": 26467, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:34:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 36 - When We Met First And Loved, I Did Not Build"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26468"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26468, ""poem.id"": 26468, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:34:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 18 - I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair Away"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26469"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26469, ""poem.id"": 26469, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:34:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 44 - Beloved, Thou Hast Brought Me Many Flowers"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26470"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26470, ""poem.id"": 26470, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:34:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets From The Portuguese Iv"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26471"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26471, ""poem.id"": 26471, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:34:54"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 21 - Say Over Again, And Yet Once Over Again"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26472"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26472, ""poem.id"": 26472, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:35:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Insufficiency"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26473"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26473, ""poem.id"": 26473, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:35:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Past And Future."", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26474"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26474, ""poem.id"": 26474, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:35:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Irreparableness"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26475"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26475, ""poem.id"": 26475, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:35:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Exaggeration"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26476"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26476, ""poem.id"": 26476, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:36:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 06 - Go From Me. Yet I Feel That I Shall Stand"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26477"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26477, ""poem.id"": 26477, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:36:07"", ""poem.title"": ""The Soul's Expression"", ""poem.date"": ""5/13/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26478"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26478, ""poem.id"": 26478, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:36:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xiv: If Thou Must Love Me"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26479"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26479, ""poem.id"": 26479, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:36:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 42 - 'My Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past'"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26480"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26480, ""poem.id"": 26480, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:36:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 13 - And Wilt Thou Have Me Fashion Into Speech"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26481"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26481, ""poem.id"": 26481, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:36:36"", ""poem.title"": ""I"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26482"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26482, ""poem.id"": 26482, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-02-28 20:59:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 01 - I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": """" }, ""26483"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26483, ""poem.id"": 26483, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:37:37"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 29 - I Think Of Thee!&Mdash;My Thoughts Do Twine And Bud"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26484"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26484, ""poem.id"": 26484, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:37:41"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26485"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26485, ""poem.id"": 26485, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:37:45"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 38 - First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26486"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26486, ""poem.id"": 26486, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:37:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26487"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26487, ""poem.id"": 26487, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:38:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Xiii: And Wilt Thou Have Me"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26488"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26488, ""poem.id"": 26488, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:38:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Discontent"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26489"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26489, ""poem.id"": 26489, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:38:37"", ""poem.title"": ""De Profundis"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26490"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26490, ""poem.id"": 26490, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:38:43"", ""poem.title"": ""From ‘the Soul’s Travelling’"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26491"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26491, ""poem.id"": 26491, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:38:46"", ""poem.title"": ""The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26492"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26492, ""poem.id"": 26492, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:38:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Cheerfulness Taught By Reason"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26493"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26493, ""poem.id"": 26493, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:38:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Grief"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26494"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26494, ""poem.id"": 26494, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Patience Taught By Nature"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26495"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26495, ""poem.id"": 26495, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Chorus Of Eden Spirits"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26496"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26496, ""poem.id"": 26496, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Mother And Poet"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26497"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26497, ""poem.id"": 26497, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Pain In Pleasure"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26498"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26498, ""poem.id"": 26498, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:17"", ""poem.title"": ""A Musical Instrument"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26499"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26499, ""poem.id"": 26499, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:24"", ""poem.title"": ""The Best Thing In The World"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26500"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26500, ""poem.id"": 26500, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:26"", ""poem.title"": ""Consolation"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26501"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26501, ""poem.id"": 26501, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:28"", ""poem.title"": ""An Apprehension"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26502"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26502, ""poem.id"": 26502, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:30"", ""poem.title"": ""A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26503"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26503, ""poem.id"": 26503, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:35"", ""poem.title"": ""My Heart And I"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": ""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 uncurledAbout 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 limeTo 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 warmTill 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 gemsOf 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."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26504"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26504, ""poem.id"": 26504, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Aurora Leigh (Excerpts)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26505"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26505, ""poem.id"": 26505, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Adequacy"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26506"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26506, ""poem.id"": 26506, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:49"", ""poem.title"": ""A Sea-Side Walk"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26507"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26507, ""poem.id"": 26507, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Human Life’s Mystery"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26508"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26508, ""poem.id"": 26508, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:56"", ""poem.title"": ""A Child Asleep"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more- -Sleeping near the withered nosegay, which he pulled the day before. Nosegays! leave them for the waking: Throw them earthward where they grew. Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto- -Folded eyes see brighter colours than the open ever do. Heaven-flowers, rayed by shadows golden From the paths they sprang beneath, Now perhaps divinely holden, Swing against him in a wreath- -We may think so from the quickening of his bloom and of his breath. Vision unto vision calleth, While the young child dreameth on. Fair, O dreamer, thee befalleth With the glory thou hast won! Darker wert thou in the garden, yestermorn, by summer sun. We should see the spirits ringing Round thee,- -were the clouds away. 'Tis the child-heart draws them, singing In the silent-seeming clay- -Singing! - -Stars that seem the mutest, go in music all the way. As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour,- - So the Spirits group and closeRound about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose. Shapes of brightness overlean thee,- - Flash their diadems of youth On the ringlets which half screen thee,- - While thou smilest,... not in soothThy smile... but the overfair one, dropt from some aethereal mouth. Haply it is angels' duty, During slumber, shade by shade: To fine down this childish beauty To the thing it must be made,Ere the world shall bring it praises, or the tomb shall see it fade. Softly, softly! make no noises! Now he lieth dead and dumb- - Now he hears the angels' voices Folding silence in the room- -Now he muses deep the meaning of the Heaven-words as they come. Speak not! he is consecrated- - Breathe no breath across his eyes. Lifted up and separated, On the hand of God he lies,In a sweetness beyond touching- -held in cloistral sanctities. Could ye bless him- -father- -mother? Bless the dimple in his cheek? Dare ye look at one another, And the benediction speak? Would ye not break out in weeping, and confess yourselves too weak? He is harmless- -ye are sinful,- - Ye are troubled- -he, at ease: From his slumber, virtue winful Floweth outward with increase- -Dare not bless him! but be blessed by his peace- -and go in peace."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26509"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26509, ""poem.id"": 26509, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:39:58"", ""poem.title"": ""A Woman's Shortcomings"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26510"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26510, ""poem.id"": 26510, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Change Upon Change"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26511"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26511, ""poem.id"": 26511, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:03"", ""poem.title"": ""A Year's Spinning"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26512"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26512, ""poem.id"": 26512, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:09"", ""poem.title"": ""A Man's Requirements"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26513"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26513, ""poem.id"": 26513, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:15"", ""poem.title"": ""The Cry Of The Children"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": ""Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years?They are leaning their young heads against their mothers--- And that cannot stop their tears.The young lambs are bleating in the meadows; The young birds are chirping in the nest;The young fawns are playing with the shadows; The young flowers are blowing toward the west---But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly!---They are weeping in the playtime of the others In the country of the free.Do you question the young children in the sorrow, Why their tears are falling so?---The old man may weep for his to-morrow Which is lost in Long Ago---The old tree is leafless in the forest--- The old year is ending in the frost---The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest--- The old hope is hardest to be lost:But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they standWeeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers, In our happy Fatherland?They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see,For the man's grief abhorrent, draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy---'Your old earth,' they say, 'is very dreary;' 'Our young feet,' they say, 'are very weak!Few paces have we taken, yet are wearyÑ Our grave-rest is very far to seek.Ask the old why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold,---And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old.'True,' say the young children, 'it may happen That we die before our time.Little Alice died last year---the grave is shapen Like a snowball, in the rime.We looked into the pit prepared to take her--- Was no room for any work in the close clay:From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her Crying, 'Get up, little Alice! it is day.'If you listen by that grave, in sun and shower, With your ear down, little Alice never cries!---Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her, For the smile has time for growing in her eyes---And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in The shroud, by the kirk-chime!It is good when it happens,' say the children, 'That we die before our time.'Alas, alas, the children! they are seeking Death in life, as best to have!They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave.Go out, children, from the mine and from the city--- Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do---Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty--- Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through!But they answer, 'Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine?Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, From your pleasures fair and fine!'For oh,' say the children, 'we are weary, And we cannot run or leap---If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep.Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping--- We fall upon our faces, trying to go;And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow.For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground---Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.'For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning,--- Their wind comes in our faces,---Till our hearts turn,---our head, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places---Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling--- Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall---Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling--- All are turning, all the day, and we with all.---And, all day, the iron wheels are droning; And sometimes we could pray,'O ye wheels,' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop! be silent for to-day!' 'Ay! be silent! Let them hear each other breathing For a moment, mouth to mouth---Let them touch each other's hands, in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth!Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals---Let them prove their inward souls against the notion That they live in you, os under you, O wheels!---Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark;And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark.Now, tell the poor young children, O my brothers, To look up to Him and pray---So the blessed One, who blesseth all the others, Will bless them another day.They answer, 'Who is God that He should hear us, White the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred?When we sob aloud, the human creatures near us Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word!And we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding) Strangers speaking at the door:Is it likely God, with angels singing round Him, Hears our weeping any more?'Two words, indeed, of praying we remember, And at midnight's hour of harm,---'Our Father,' looking upward in the chamber, We say softly for a charm.We know no other words except 'Our Father,' And we think that, in some pause of angels' song,God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather, And hold both within His right hand which is strong.'Our Father!' If He heard us, He would surely (For they call Him good and mild)Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, 'Come and rest with me, my child.''But no!' say the children, weeping faster, 'He is speechless as a stone;And they tell us, of His image is the master Who commands us to work on.Go to!' say the children,---'Up in Heaven, Dark, wheel-like, turning clouds are all we find.Do not mock us; grief has made us unbelieving--- We look up for God, but tears have made us blind.'Do you hear the children weeping and disproving, O my brothers, what ye preach?For God's possible is taught by His world's loving--- And the children doubt of each.And well may the children weep before you; They are weary ere they run;They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun:They know the grief of man, but not the wisdom; They sink in man's despair, without its calm---Are slaves, without the liberty in Christdom,--- Are martyrs, by the pang without the palm,---Are worn, as if with age, yet unretrievingly No dear remembrance keep,---Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly: Let them weep! let them weep!They look up, with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see,For they mind you of their angels in their places, With eyes meant for Deity;---'How long,' they say, 'how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart,Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart?Our blood splashes upward, O our tyrants, And your purple shows yo}r path;But the child's sob curseth deeper in the silence Than the strong man in his wrath!'"", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26514"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26514, ""poem.id"": 26514, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:21"", ""poem.title"": ""A Curse For A Nation"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write!Write a Nation's curse for me,And send it over the Western Sea.'I faltered, taking up the word: 'Not so, my lord!If curses must be, choose anotherTo send thy curse against my brother.'For I am bound by gratitude, By love and blood,To brothers of mine across the sea,Who stretch out kindly hands to me.''Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write My curse to-night.From the summits of love a curse is driven,As lightning is from the tops of heaven.''Not so,' I answered. 'Evermore My heart is soreFor my own land's sins: for little feetOf children bleeding along the street:'For parked-up honors that gainsay The right of way:For almsgiving through a door that isNot open enough for two friends to kiss:'For love of freedom which abates Beyond the Straits:For patriot virtue starved to vice onSelf-praise, self-interest, and suspicion:'For an oligarchic parliament, And bribes well-meant.What curse to another land assign,When heavy-souled for the sins of mine?''Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write My curse to-night.Because thou hast strength to see and hateA foul thing done within thy gate.''Not so,' I answered once again. 'To curse, choose men.For I, a woman, have only knownHow the heart melts and the tears run down.''Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write My curse to-night.Some women weep and curse, I say(And no one marvels), night and day.'And thou shalt take their part to-night, Weep and write.A curse from the depths of womanhoodIs very salt, and bitter, and good.'So thus I wrote, and mourned indeed, What all may read.And thus, as was enjoined on me,I send it over the Western Sea.The CurseBecause ye have broken your own chain With the strainOf brave men climbing a Nation's height,Yet thence bear down with brand and thong On souls of others, -- for this wrong This is the curse. Write.Because yourselves are standing straight In the stateOf Freedom's foremost acolyte,Yet keep calm footing all the time On writhing bond-slaves, -- for this crime This is the curse. Write.Because ye prosper in God's name, With a claimTo honor in the old world's sight,Yet do the fiend's work perfectly In strangling martyrs, -- for this lie This is the curse. Write.Ye shall watch while kings conspireRound the people's smouldering fire, And, warm for your part,Shall never dare -- O shame!To utter the thought into flame Which burns at your heart. This is the curse. Write.Ye shall watch while nations striveWith the bloodhounds, die or survive, Drop faint from their jaws,Or throttle them backward to death;And only under your breath Shall favor the cause. This is the curse. Write.Ye shall watch while strong men drawThe nets of feudal law To strangle the weak;And, counting the sin for a sin,Your soul shall be sadder within Than the word ye shall speak. This is the curse. Write.When good men are praying erectThat Christ may avenge His elect And deliver the earth,The prayer in your ears, said low,Shall sound like the tramp of a foe That's driving you forth. This is the curse. Write.When wise men give you their praise,They shall praise in the heat of the phrase, As if carried too far.When ye boast your own charters kept true,Ye shall blush; for the thing which ye do Derides what ye are. This is the curse. Write.When fools cast taunts at your gate,Your scorn ye shall somewhat abate As ye look o'er the wall;For your conscience, tradition, and nameExplode with a deadlier blame Than the worst of them all. This is the curse. Write.Go, wherever ill deeds shall be done,Go, plant your flag in the sun Beside the ill-doers!And recoil from clenching the curseOf God's witnessing Universe With a curse of yours. This is the curse. Write."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26515"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26515, ""poem.id"": 26515, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:24"", ""poem.title"": ""A Dead Rose"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26516"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26516, ""poem.id"": 26516, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Comfort"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26517"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26517, ""poem.id"": 26517, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26518"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26518, ""poem.id"": 26518, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" }, ""26519"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26519, ""poem.id"": 26519, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 14:40:50"", ""poem.title"": ""How Do I Love Thee?"", ""poem.date"": ""5/12/2001"", ""poem.content"": ""Your browser does not support the audio element."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Barrett Browning"" } }" 48,"2018-02-28 05:25:28","Henry Lawson","{ ""1787"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1787, ""poem.id"": 1787, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:16:40"", ""poem.title"": ""The King Of Our Republic"", ""poem.date"": ""3/26/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1788"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1788, ""poem.id"": 1788, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:17:03"", ""poem.title"": ""The Labour Agitator"", ""poem.date"": ""3/26/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1789"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1789, ""poem.id"": 1789, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:17:26"", ""poem.title"": ""The Spirits For Good"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1790"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1790, ""poem.id"": 1790, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:17:29"", ""poem.title"": ""The Spirits Of Our Fathers"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1791"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1791, ""poem.id"": 1791, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:17:52"", ""poem.title"": ""The Three Kings [1]"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1792"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1792, ""poem.id"": 1792, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:17:58"", ""poem.title"": ""The Three Quiet Gentlemen"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1793"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1793, ""poem.id"": 1793, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:18:04"", ""poem.title"": ""The Tracks That Lie By India"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1794"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1794, ""poem.id"": 1794, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:18:09"", ""poem.title"": ""The Triumph Of The People"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1795"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1795, ""poem.id"": 1795, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:18:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Two Poets"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1796"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1796, ""poem.id"": 1796, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:18:39"", ""poem.title"": ""The Two Samaritans And The Tramp"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1797"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1797, ""poem.id"": 1797, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:18:42"", ""poem.title"": ""The Squatter’s Daughter"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1798"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1798, ""poem.id"": 1798, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:18:49"", ""poem.title"": ""The Statue Of Our Queen"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1799"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1799, ""poem.id"": 1799, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:18:55"", ""poem.title"": ""The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”)"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1800"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1800, ""poem.id"": 1800, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:19:20"", ""poem.title"": ""To The Irish Delegates"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1801"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1801, ""poem.id"": 1801, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-02-28 05:35:10"", ""poem.title"": ""The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": """" }, ""1802"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1802, ""poem.id"": 1802, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:20:13"", ""poem.title"": ""The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1803"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1803, ""poem.id"": 1803, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:20:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1804"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1804, ""poem.id"": 1804, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:20:19"", ""poem.title"": ""The Stranger's Friend"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1805"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1805, ""poem.id"": 1805, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:20:22"", ""poem.title"": ""The Southerly Buster"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1806"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1806, ""poem.id"": 1806, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:20:27"", ""poem.title"": ""The Swagman And His Mate"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1807"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1807, ""poem.id"": 1807, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:20:30"", ""poem.title"": ""The First Dingo"", ""poem.date"": ""3/29/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1808"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1808, ""poem.id"": 1808, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:20:34"", ""poem.title"": ""The Bard Of Furthest Out"", ""poem.date"": ""3/26/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1809"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1809, ""poem.id"": 1809, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:20:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics"", ""poem.date"": ""3/27/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""1810"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1810, ""poem.id"": 1810, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:21:24"", ""poem.title"": ""The Last Review"", ""poem.date"": 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26966, ""poem.id"": 26966, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:11:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Sweeney"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26967"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26967, ""poem.id"": 26967, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:11:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Marshall's Mate"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26968"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26968, ""poem.id"": 26968, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:11:42"", ""poem.title"": ""Scots Of The Riverina"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26969"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26969, ""poem.id"": 26969, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:11:48"", ""poem.title"": ""A Backward Glance"", ""poem.date"": ""3/26/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26970"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26970, ""poem.id"": 26970, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:11:54"", ""poem.title"": ""Jack Dunn Of 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""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26975"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26975, ""poem.id"": 26975, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:12:18"", ""poem.title"": ""When The Children Come Home"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26976"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26976, ""poem.id"": 26976, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:12:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Fall In, My Men, Fall In"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26977"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26977, ""poem.id"": 26977, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:12:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Middleton's Rouseabout"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26978"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26978, ""poem.id"": 26978, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:12:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Here Died"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26979"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26979, ""poem.id"": 26979, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:12:47"", ""poem.title"": ""When The `army' Prays For Watty"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26980"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26980, ""poem.id"": 26980, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:12:49"", ""poem.title"": ""The Roaring Days"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26981"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26981, ""poem.id"": 26981, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:12:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Dan, The Wreck"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26982"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26982, ""poem.id"": 26982, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:01"", ""poem.title"": ""In The Days When The World Was Wide"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26983"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26983, ""poem.id"": 26983, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Up The Country"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26984"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26984, ""poem.id"": 26984, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Outback"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26985"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26985, ""poem.id"": 26985, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:12"", ""poem.title"": ""The Ballad Of The Drover"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26986"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26986, ""poem.id"": 26986, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:16"", ""poem.title"": ""To Hannah"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26987"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26987, ""poem.id"": 26987, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:20"", ""poem.title"": ""The Ghost"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26988"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26988, ""poem.id"": 26988, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Ben Duggan"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26989"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26989, ""poem.id"": 26989, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Wide Lies Australia"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26990"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26990, ""poem.id"": 26990, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Every Man Should Have A Rifle"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26991"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26991, ""poem.id"": 26991, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Wide Spaces"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26992"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26992, ""poem.id"": 26992, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Black Bonnet"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26993"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26993, ""poem.id"": 26993, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:43"", ""poem.title"": ""He’s Gone To England For A Wife"", ""poem.date"": ""3/26/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26994"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26994, ""poem.id"": 26994, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Above Eurunderee"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26995"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26995, ""poem.id"": 26995, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Freedom On The Wallaby"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26996"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26996, ""poem.id"": 26996, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:13:56"", ""poem.title"": ""For Australia"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26997"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26997, ""poem.id"": 26997, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Corny Bill"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26998"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26998, ""poem.id"": 26998, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Waratah And Wattle"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""26999"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 26999, ""poem.id"": 26999, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Cameron's Heart"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27000"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27000, ""poem.id"": 27000, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Past Carin'"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27001"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27001, ""poem.id"": 27001, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Eureka"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27002"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27002, ""poem.id"": 27002, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Cherry- Tree Inn"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27003"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27003, ""poem.id"": 27003, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:28"", ""poem.title"": ""When Your Pants Begin To Go"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27004"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27004, ""poem.id"": 27004, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:34"", ""poem.title"": ""From The Bush"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27005"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27005, ""poem.id"": 27005, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Australian Engineers"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27006"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27006, ""poem.id"": 27006, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27007"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27007, ""poem.id"": 27007, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Australia's Peril"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27008"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27008, ""poem.id"": 27008, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:51"", ""poem.title"": ""At The Beating Of A Drum"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27009"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27009, ""poem.id"": 27009, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:14:55"", ""poem.title"": ""As Far As Your Rifles Cover"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27010"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27010, ""poem.id"": 27010, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Borderland"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27011"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27011, ""poem.id"": 27011, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:03"", ""poem.title"": ""A Bush Girl"", ""poem.date"": ""3/26/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27012"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27012, ""poem.id"": 27012, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:06"", ""poem.title"": ""A Song Of Brave Men"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27013"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27013, ""poem.id"": 27013, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:09"", ""poem.title"": ""`for'Ard'"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27014"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27014, ""poem.id"": 27014, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:33"", ""poem.title"": ""A Song Of The Republic"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27015"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27015, ""poem.id"": 27015, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:37"", ""poem.title"": ""Out Back"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27016"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27016, ""poem.id"": 27016, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:44"", ""poem.title"": ""A Prouder Man Than You"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27017"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27017, ""poem.id"": 27017, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Faces In The Street"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": ""They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown; For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet My window-sill is level with the faces in the street -- Drifting past, drifting past, To the beat of weary feet -- While I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street. And cause I have to sorrow, in a land so young and fair, To see upon those faces stamped the marks of Want and Care; I look in vain for traces of the fresh and fair and sweet In sallow, sunken faces that are drifting through the street -- Drifting on, drifting on, To the scrape of restless feet; I can sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street. In hours before the dawning dims the starlight in the sky The wan and weary faces first begin to trickle by, Increasing as the moments hurry on with morning feet, Till like a pallid river flow the faces in the street -- Flowing in, flowing in, To the beat of hurried feet -- Ah! I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street. The human river dwindles when 'tis past the hour of eight, Its waves go flowing faster in the fear of being late; But slowly drag the moments, whilst beneath the dust and heat The city grinds the owners of the faces in the street -- Grinding body, grinding soul, Yielding scarce enough to eat -- Oh! I sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street. And then the only faces till the sun is sinking down Are those of outside toilers and the idlers of the town, Save here and there a face that seems a stranger in the street, Tells of the city's unemployed upon his weary beat -- Drifting round, drifting round, To the tread of listless feet -- Ah! My heart aches for the owner of that sad face in the street. And when the hours on lagging feet have slowly dragged away, And sickly yellow gaslights rise to mock the going day, Then flowing past my window like a tide in its retreat, Again I see the pallid stream of faces in the street -- Ebbing out, ebbing out, To the drag of tired feet, While my heart is aching dumbly for the faces in the street. And now all blurred and smirched with vice the day's sad pages end, For while the short `large hours' toward the longer `small hours' trend, With smiles that mock the wearer, and with words that half entreat, Delilah pleads for custom at the corner of the street -- Sinking down, sinking down, Battered wreck by tempests beat -- A dreadful, thankless trade is hers, that Woman of the Street. But, ah! to dreader things than these our fair young city comes, For in its heart are growing thick the filthy dens and slums, Where human forms shall rot away in sties for swine unmeet, And ghostly faces shall be seen unfit for any street -- Rotting out, rotting out, For the lack of air and meat -- In dens of vice and horror that are hidden from the street. I wonder would the apathy of wealthy men endure Were all their windows level with the faces of the Poor? Ah! Mammon's slaves, your knees shall knock, your hearts in terror beat, When God demands a reason for the sorrows of the street, The wrong things and the bad things And the sad things that we meet In the filthy lane and alley, and the cruel, heartless street. I left the dreadful corner where the steps are never still, And sought another window overlooking gorge and hill; But when the night came dreary with the driving rain and sleet, They haunted me -- the shadows of those faces in the street, Flitting by, flitting by, Flitting by with noiseless feet, And with cheeks but little paler than the real ones in the street. Once I cried: `Oh, God Almighty! if Thy might doth still endure, Now show me in a vision for the wrongs of Earth a cure.' And, lo! with shops all shuttered I beheld a city's street, And in the warning distance heard the tramp of many feet, Coming near, coming near, To a drum's dull distant beat, And soon I saw the army that was marching down the street. Then, like a swollen river that has broken bank and wall, The human flood came pouring with the red flags over all, And kindled eyes all blazing bright with revolution's heat, And flashing swords reflecting rigid faces in the street. Pouring on, pouring on, To a drum's loud threatening beat, And the war-hymns and the cheering of the people in the street. And so it must be while the world goes rolling round its course, The warning pen shall write in vain, the warning voice grow hoarse, But not until a city feels Red Revolution's feet Shall its sad people miss awhile the terrors of the street -- The dreadful everlasting strife For scarcely clothes and meat In that pent track of living death -- the city's cruel street."", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27018"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27018, ""poem.id"": 27018, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Knocked Up"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": ""I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out; I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow -- I'm too knocked up to light a fire and bile the billy now. Oh it's trampin', trampin', tra-a-mpin', in flies an' dust an' heat, Or it's trampin' trampin' tra-a-a-mpin' through mud and slush 'n sleet; It's tramp an' tramp for tucker -- one everlastin' strife, An' wearin' out yer boots an' heart in the wastin' of yer life. They whine o' lost an' wasted lives in idleness and crime -- I've wasted mine for twenty years, and grafted all the time And never drunk the stuff I earned, nor gambled when I shore -- But somehow when yer on the track yer life seems wasted more. A long dry stretch of thirty miles I've tramped this broilin' day, All for the off-chance of a job a hundred miles away; There's twenty hungry beggars wild for any job this year, An' fifty might be at the shed while I am lyin' here. The sinews in my legs seem drawn, red-hot -- 'n that's the truth; I seem to weigh a ton, and ache like one tremendous tooth; I'm stung between my shoulder-blades -- my blessed back seems broke; I'm too knocked out to eat a bite -- I'm too knocked up to smoke. The blessed rain is comin' too -- there's oceans in the sky, An' I suppose I must get up and rig the blessed fly; The heat is bad, the water's bad, the flies a crimson curse, The grub is bad, mosquitoes damned -- but rheumatism's worse. I wonder why poor blokes like me will stick so fast ter breath, Though Shakespeare says it is the fear of somethin' after death; But though Eternity be cursed with God's almighty curse -- What ever that same somethin' is I swear it can't be worse. For it's trampin', trampin', tra-a-mpin' thro' hell across the plain, And it's trampin' trampin' tra-a-mpin' thro' slush 'n mud 'n rain -- A livin' worse than any dog -- without a home 'n wife, A-wearin' out yer heart 'n soul in the wastin' of yer life."", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27019"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27019, ""poem.id"": 27019, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:57"", ""poem.title"": ""After All"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" }, ""27020"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27020, ""poem.id"": 27020, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:15:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Andy's Gone With Cattle"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Henry Lawson"" } }" 49,"2018-02-28 21:00:22","Rainer Maria Rilke","{ ""1827"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1827, ""poem.id"": 1827, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:23:51"", ""poem.title"": ""At The Brink Of Night"", ""poem.date"": ""4/8/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""My room and this distance,awake upon the darkening land,are one. I am a stringstretched across deepsurging resonance. Things are violin bodiesfull of murmuring darkness,where women's weeping dreams,where the rancor of whole generationsstirs in its sleep . . .I should releasemy silver vibrations: theneverything below me will live,and whatever strays into thingswill seek the lightthat falls without end from my dancing toneinto the old abyssesaround which heaven swellsthrough narrow imploring rifts."", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1828"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1828, ""poem.id"": 1828, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:23:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Behind The Blameless Trees"", ""poem.date"": ""3/2/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Behind the blameless treesold fate slowly buildsher mute countenance.Wrinkles grow there . . .What a bird shrieks heresprings there like a gasp of warningfrom a soothsayer's hard mouth. And the soon-to-be loverssmile on each other, not yet knowing farewell,and round about them, like a constellation,their destiny castsits nightly spell.Still to come, it does not reach out to them,it remainsa phantomfloating in its heavenly course."", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1829"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1829, ""poem.id"": 1829, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:24:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Falconry"", ""poem.date"": ""4/3/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1830"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1830, ""poem.id"": 1830, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:24:07"", ""poem.title"": ""The Song Of The Blindman"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1831"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1831, ""poem.id"": 1831, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:24:13"", ""poem.title"": ""The Song Of The Widow"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1832"": { 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""poem.id"": 1836, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:24:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Venetian Morning"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1837"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1837, ""poem.id"": 1837, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:25:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Little Tear-Vase"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1838"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1838, ""poem.id"": 1838, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:25:07"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sonnets To Orpheus: Iv"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1839"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1839, ""poem.id"": 1839, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:25:11"", ""poem.title"": ""What Fields Are As Fragrant As Your Hands?"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1840"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1840, ""poem.id"": 1840, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 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""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1845"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1845, ""poem.id"": 1845, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:25:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Losing"", ""poem.date"": ""4/3/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1846"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1846, ""poem.id"": 1846, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:25:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Self-Portrait"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1847"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1847, ""poem.id"": 1847, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:26:08"", ""poem.title"": ""My Life"", ""poem.date"": ""4/3/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1848"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1848, ""poem.id"": 1848, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:26:10"", ""poem.title"": ""From The Tenth Elegy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1849"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1849, ""poem.id"": 1849, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:26:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Parting"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1850"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1850, ""poem.id"": 1850, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:26:22"", ""poem.title"": ""The Apple Orchard"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1851"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1851, ""poem.id"": 1851, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:26:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Sacrifice"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1852"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1852, ""poem.id"": 1852, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:26:50"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: I"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1853"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1853, ""poem.id"": 1853, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:26:56"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xxv"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1854"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1854, ""poem.id"": 1854, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:27:03"", ""poem.title"": ""For Hans Carossa"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1855"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1855, ""poem.id"": 1855, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:27:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Encounter In The Chestnut Avenue"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1856"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1856, ""poem.id"": 1856, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:27:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Telling You All"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""1857"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1857, ""poem.id"": 1857, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:27:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Spanish 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""poet_x_poem.id"": 1866, ""poem.id"": 1866, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:28:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Portrait Of My Father As A Young Man"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27061"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27061, ""poem.id"": 27061, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:16:03"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wait"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27062"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27062, ""poem.id"": 27062, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:16:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Lady On A Balcony"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27063"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27063, ""poem.id"": 27063, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:16:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Song"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27064"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27064, ""poem.id"": 27064, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:16:17"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xix"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27065"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27065, ""poem.id"": 27065, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:16:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Girl's Lament"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27066"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27066, ""poem.id"": 27066, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:16:23"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy X"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27067"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27067, ""poem.id"": 27067, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:16:27"", ""poem.title"": ""To Lou Andreas-Salome"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27068"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27068, ""poem.id"": 27068, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:16:34"", ""poem.title"": ""God Speaks To Each Of 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""2018-03-02 15:17:33"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sonnets To Orpheus: I"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27082"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27082, ""poem.id"": 27082, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:17:39"", ""poem.title"": ""The Voices"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27083"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27083, ""poem.id"": 27083, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:17:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy I"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27084"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27084, ""poem.id"": 27084, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:17:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Interior Portrait"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27085"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27085, ""poem.id"": 27085, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:17:52"", ""poem.title"": ""To Music"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27086"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27086, ""poem.id"": 27086, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:17:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Ignorant Before The Heavens Of My Life"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27087"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27087, ""poem.id"": 27087, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Night (This Night, Agitated By The Growing Storm)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27088"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27088, ""poem.id"": 27088, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:07"", ""poem.title"": ""World Was In The Face Of The Beloved"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27089"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27089, ""poem.id"": 27089, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:11"", ""poem.title"": ""The Poet"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27090"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27090, ""poem.id"": 27090, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:15"", ""poem.title"": ""The Spanish Dancer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27091"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27091, ""poem.id"": 27091, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:21"", ""poem.title"": ""Evening"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27092"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27092, ""poem.id"": 27092, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:26"", ""poem.title"": ""The Future"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27093"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27093, ""poem.id"": 27093, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Song Of The Sea"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27094"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27094, ""poem.id"": 27094, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:37"", ""poem.title"": ""The Lovers"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27095"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27095, ""poem.id"": 27095, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Lady At A Mirror"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27096"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27096, ""poem.id"": 27096, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:42"", ""poem.title"": ""Lament"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27097"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27097, ""poem.id"": 27097, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:46"", ""poem.title"": ""To Say Before Going To Sleep"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27098"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27098, ""poem.id"": 27098, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Duino Elegies: The Fourth Elegy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27099"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27099, ""poem.id"": 27099, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:54"", ""poem.title"": ""Narcissus"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27100"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27100, ""poem.id"": 27100, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:18:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Grown-Up"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27101"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27101, ""poem.id"": 27101, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Girl In Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27102"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27102, ""poem.id"": 27102, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Dedication To M."", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27103"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27103, ""poem.id"": 27103, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Going Blind"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27104"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27104, ""poem.id"": 27104, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Heartbeat"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27105"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27105, ""poem.id"": 27105, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:18"", ""poem.title"": ""I Am, O Anxious One"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27106"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27106, ""poem.id"": 27106, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Adam"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27107"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27107, ""poem.id"": 27107, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:27"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sisters"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27108"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27108, ""poem.id"": 27108, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:31"", ""poem.title"": ""What Survives"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27109"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27109, ""poem.id"": 27109, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Woman In Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27110"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27110, ""poem.id"": 27110, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:41"", ""poem.title"": ""A Sybil"", ""poem.date"": ""4/3/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27111"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27111, ""poem.id"": 27111, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:45"", ""poem.title"": ""The Swan"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27112"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27112, ""poem.id"": 27112, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Evening Love Song"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27113"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27113, ""poem.id"": 27113, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27114"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27114, ""poem.id"": 27114, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:53"", ""poem.title"": ""On Hearing Of A Death"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27115"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27115, ""poem.id"": 27115, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:19:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Extinguish Thou My Eyes"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27116"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27116, ""poem.id"": 27116, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Early Spring"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27117"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27117, ""poem.id"": 27117, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Along The Sun-Drenched Roadside"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27118"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27118, ""poem.id"": 27118, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:08"", ""poem.title"": ""You, You Only, Exist"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27119"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27119, ""poem.id"": 27119, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27120"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27120, ""poem.id"": 27120, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Music"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27121"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27121, ""poem.id"": 27121, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Dedication"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27122"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27122, ""poem.id"": 27122, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Abishag"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27123"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27123, ""poem.id"": 27123, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Buddha In Glory"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27124"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27124, ""poem.id"": 27124, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Sunset"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27125"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27125, ""poem.id"": 27125, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Blank Joy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27126"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27126, ""poem.id"": 27126, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:53"", ""poem.title"": ""I Am Much Too Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone"", ""poem.date"": ""1/20/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27127"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27127, ""poem.id"": 27127, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:20:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Fear Of The Inexplicable"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverishedthe existence of the individual; the relationship betweenone human being and another has also been cramped by it,as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of endless possibilities and set down in a fallow spot on the bank, to which nothing happens. For it is not inertia alonethat is responsible for human relationships repeatingthemselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous andunrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new,unforeseeableexperience with which one does not think oneself able to cope.But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation to another as something alive and will himself draw exhaustivelyfrom his own existence. For if we think of this existence ofthe individual as a larger or smaller room, it appears evident that most people learn to know only a corner of their room, aplace by the window, a strip of floor on which they walk up and down. Thus they have a certain security. And yet that dangerousinsecurity is so much more human which drives the prisoners in Poe's stories to feel out the shapes of their horrible dungeonsand not be strangers to the unspeakable terror of their abode. We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set aboutus, and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us.We are set down in life as in the element to which we best correspond, and over and above this we have through thousands of years of accommodation become so like this life, that when we hold still we are, through a happy mimicry,scarcely to bedistinguished from all that surrounds us. We have no reason tomistrust our world, for it is not against us. Has it terrors, they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abuses belong to us; are dangers at hand, we must try to love them. And if only we arrange our life according to that principle which counsels usthat we must always hold to the difficult, then that which now still seems to us the most alien will become what we most trustand find most faithful. How should we be able to forget thoseancient myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesseswho are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us."", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27128"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27128, ""poem.id"": 27128, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:21:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Moving Forward"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27129"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27129, ""poem.id"": 27129, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:21:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Duino Elegies: The First Elegy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenlypressed me against his heart, I would perishin the embrace of his stronger existence.For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terrorwhich we are barely able to endure and are awedbecause it serenely disdains to annihilate us.Each single angel is terrifying.And so I force myself, swallow and hold backthe surging call of my dark sobbing.Oh, to whom can we turn for help?Not angels, not humans;and even the knowing animals are aware that we feellittle secure and at home in our interpreted world.There remains perhaps some tree on a hillsidedaily for us to see; yesterday's street remains for usstayed, moved in with us and showed no signs of leaving.Oh, and the night, the night, when the windfull of cosmic space invades our frightened faces.Whom would it not remain for -that longed-after,gently disenchanting night, painfully there for thesolitary heart to achieve? Is it easier for lovers?Don't you know yet ? Fling out of your arms the emptiness into the spaces we breath -perhaps the birdswill feel the expanded air in their more ferven flight.Yes, the springtime were in need of you. Often a starwaited for you to espy it and sense its light.A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past,or as you walked below an open window,a violin gave itself to your hearing.All this was trust. But could you manage it?Were you not always distraught by expectation,as if all this were announcing the arrivalof a beloved? (Where would you find a placeto hide her, with all your great strange thoughts coming and going and often staying for the night.)When longing overcomes you, sing of women in love;for their famous passion is far from immortal enough.Those whom you almost envy, the abandoned anddesolate ones, whom you found so much more lovingthan those gratified. Begin ever new againthe praise you cannot attain; remember:the hero lives on and survives; even his downfallwas for him only a pretext for achievinghis final birth. But nature, exhausted, takes loversback into itself, as if such creative forces could never beachieved a second time.Have you thought of Gaspara Stampa sufficiently:that any girl abandoned by her lover may feelfrom that far intenser example of loving:\"Ah, might I become like her!\" Should not their oldestsufferings finally become more fruitful for us?Is it not time that lovingly we freed ourselvesfrom the beloved and, quivering, endured:as the arrow endures the bow-string's tension,and in this tense release becomes more than itself.For staying is nowhere.Voices, voices. Listen my heart, as only saintshave listened: until the gigantic call lifted themclear off the ground. Yet they went on, impossibly,kneeling, completely unawares: so intense wastheir listening. Not that you could endurethe voice of God -far from it! But listento the voice of the wind and the ceaseless messagethat forms itself out of silence. They sweeptoward you now from those who died young.Whenever they entered a church in Rome or Naples,did not their fate quietly speak to you as recentlyas the tablet did in Santa Maria Formosa?What do they want of me? to quietly removethe appearance of suffered injustice that,at times, hinders a little their spirits fromfreely proceeding onward.Of course, it is strange to inhabit the earth no longer,to no longer use skills on had barely time to acquire;not to observe roses and other things that promisedso much in terms of a human future, no longerto be what one was in infinitely anxious hands;to even discard one's own name as easily as a childabandons a broken toy.Strange, not to desire to continue wishing one's wishes.Strange to notice all that was related, flutteringso loosely in space. And being dead is hard workand full of retrieving before one can gradually feel atrace of eternity. -Yes, but the liviing makethe mistake of drawing too sharp a distinction.Angels (they say) are often unable to distinguishbetween moving among the living or the dead.The eternal torrent whirls all ages along with it,through both realms forever, and their voices are lost inits thunderous roar.In the end the early departed have no longerneed of us. One is gently weaned from thingsof this world as a child outgrows the needof its mother's breast. But we who have need of those great mysteries, we for whom grief isso often the source of spiritual growth,could we exist without them?Is the legend vain that tells of music's beginningin the midst of the mourning for Linos?the daring first sounds of song piercingthe barren numbness, and how in that stunned spacean almost godlike youth suddenly left forever,and the emptiness felt for the first timethose harmonious vibrations which now enraptureand comfort and help us.Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming"", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27130"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27130, ""poem.id"": 27130, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:21:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27131"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27131, ""poem.id"": 27131, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:21:13"", ""poem.title"": ""You, Darkness"", ""poem.date"": ""12/27/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27132"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27132, ""poem.id"": 27132, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:21:20"", ""poem.title"": ""As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27133"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27133, ""poem.id"": 27133, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:21:23"", ""poem.title"": ""Loneliness"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27134"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27134, ""poem.id"": 27134, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:21:30"", ""poem.title"": ""Child In Red"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, ""27135"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27135, ""poem.id"": 27135, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:21:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Autumn"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Rainer Maria Rilke"" }, 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""poem.date"": ""3/31/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""1868"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1868, ""poem.id"": 1868, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:28:09"", ""poem.title"": ""The Road"", ""poem.date"": ""3/31/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""1869"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1869, ""poem.id"": 1869, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:28:33"", ""poem.title"": ""In An Underground Dressing Station"", ""poem.date"": ""3/31/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""1870"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1870, ""poem.id"": 1870, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:28:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Rear-Guard"", ""poem.date"": ""3/31/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""1871"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1871, ""poem.id"": 1871, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:29:02"", ""poem.title"": ""Before Day"", ""poem.date"": ""3/31/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried 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muttered,'Wounds like these Would shift a bloke to Blighty just a treat !'Christ, gazing downward, grieving and ungrim, Whispered,'I made for you the mysteries, Beyond all battles moves the Paraclete.'IIThe soldier chucked his rifle in the dust, And slipped his pack, and wiped his neck, and said —'O Christ Almighty, stop this bleeding fight !'Above that hill the sky was stained like rust With smoke. In sullen daybreak flaring red The guns were thundering bombardment's blight. The soldier cried,'I was born full of lust, With hunger, thirst, and wishfulness to wed. Who cares today if I done wrong or right?'Christ asked all pitying,'Can you put no trust In my known word that shrives each faithful head ? Am I not resurrection, life and light ?'IIIMachine-guns rattled from below the hill; High bullets flicked and whistled through the leaves; And smoke came drifting from exploding shells.Christ said'Believe; and I can cleanse your ill. I have not died in vain between two thieves; Nor made a fruitless gift of miracles.'The soldier answered,'Heal me if you will, Maybe there's comfort when a soul believes In mercy, and we need it in these hells. But be you for both sides ? I'm paid to kill And if I shoot a man his mother grieves. Does that come into what your teaching tells ?'A bird lit on the Christ and twittered gay; Then a breeze passed and shook the ripening corn. A Red Cross waggon bumped along the track. Forsaken Jesus dreamed in the desolate day — Uplifted Jesus, Prince of Peace forsworn — An observation post for the attack.'Lord Jesus, ain't you got no more to say ?'Bowed hung that head below the crown of thorns. The soldier shifted, and picked up his pack, And slung his gun, and stumbled on his way.'O God,' he groaned,'why ever was I born ?'... 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""poet_x_poem.id"": 1892, ""poem.id"": 1892, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:30:54"", ""poem.title"": ""Joy-Bells"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""1893"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1893, ""poem.id"": 1893, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:31:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Twelve Months After"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""1894"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1894, ""poem.id"": 1894, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:31:23"", ""poem.title"": ""The Heritage"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""1895"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1895, ""poem.id"": 1895, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:31:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Two Hundred Years After"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""1896"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1896, ""poem.id"": 1896, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:31:30"", 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""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27265"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27265, ""poem.id"": 27265, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Secret Music"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27266"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27266, ""poem.id"": 27266, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Butterflies"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27267"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27267, ""poem.id"": 27267, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Repression Of War Experience"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27268"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27268, ""poem.id"": 27268, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:37"", ""poem.title"": ""Parted"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27269"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27269, ""poem.id"": 27269, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Bombardment"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27270"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27270, ""poem.id"": 27270, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Arcady Unheeding"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27271"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27271, ""poem.id"": 27271, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Blighters"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27272"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27272, ""poem.id"": 27272, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:56"", ""poem.title"": ""The Poet As Hero"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27273"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27273, ""poem.id"": 27273, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:28:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Last Meeting"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27274"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27274, ""poem.id"": 27274, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:02"", ""poem.title"": ""At Carnoy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27275"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27275, ""poem.id"": 27275, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Conscripts"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27276"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27276, ""poem.id"": 27276, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Memory"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27277"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27277, ""poem.id"": 27277, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:17"", ""poem.title"": ""I Stood With The Dead"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27278"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27278, ""poem.id"": 27278, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Ancestors"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27279"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27279, ""poem.id"": 27279, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:26"", ""poem.title"": ""Before The Battle"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27280"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27280, ""poem.id"": 27280, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:32"", ""poem.title"": ""At Daybreak"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27281"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27281, ""poem.id"": 27281, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Wirers"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27282"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27282, ""poem.id"": 27282, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Counter-Attack"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27283"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27283, ""poem.id"": 27283, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:47"", ""poem.title"": ""An Old French Poet"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27284"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27284, ""poem.id"": 27284, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:53"", ""poem.title"": ""The Death-Bed"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27285"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27285, ""poem.id"": 27285, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:29:58"", ""poem.title"": ""A Poplar And The Moon"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27286"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27286, ""poem.id"": 27286, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Survivors"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27287"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27287, ""poem.id"": 27287, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Glory Of Women"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27288"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27288, ""poem.id"": 27288, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:10"", ""poem.title"": ""The Dug-Out"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27289"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27289, ""poem.id"": 27289, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Autumn"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27290"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27290, ""poem.id"": 27290, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:16"", ""poem.title"": ""A Subaltern"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27291"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27291, ""poem.id"": 27291, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Everyone Sang"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27292"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27292, ""poem.id"": 27292, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Arms And The Man"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27293"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27293, ""poem.id"": 27293, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:26"", ""poem.title"": ""How To Die"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27294"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27294, ""poem.id"": 27294, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:32"", ""poem.title"": ""'They'"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27295"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27295, ""poem.id"": 27295, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:37"", ""poem.title"": ""Banishment"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27296"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27296, ""poem.id"": 27296, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Base Details"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27297"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27297, ""poem.id"": 27297, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:46"", ""poem.title"": ""A Working Party"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": ""Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched against the walls With hands that pawed the sodden bags of chalk. He couldn't see the man who walked in front; Only he heard the drum and rattle of feet Stepping along barred trench boards, often splashing Wretchedly where the sludge was ankle-deep.Voices would grunt `Keep to your right -- make way!' When squeezing past some men from the front-line: White faces peered, puffing a point of red; Candles and braziers glinted through the chinks And curtain-flaps of dug-outs; then the gloom Swallowed his sense of sight; he stooped and swore Because a sagging wire had caught his neck.A flare went up; the shining whiteness spread And flickered upward, showing nimble rats And mounds of glimmering sand-bags, bleached with rain; Then the slow silver moment died in dark. The wind came posting by with chilly gusts And buffeting at the corners, piping thin. And dreary through the crannies; rifle-shots Would split and crack and sing along the night, And shells came calmly through the drizzling air To burst with hollow bang below the hill.Three hours ago, he stumbled up the trench; Now he will never walk that road again: He must be carried back, a jolting lump Beyond all needs of tenderness and care.He was a young man with a meagre wife And two small children in a Midland town, He showed their photographs to all his mates, And they considered him a decent chap Who did his work and hadn't much to say, And always laughed at other people's jokes Because he hadn't any of his own.That night when he was busy at his job Of piling bags along the parapet, He thought how slow time went, stamping his feet And blowing on his fingers, pinched with cold. He thought of getting back by half-past twelve, And tot of rum to send him warm to sleep In draughty dug-out frowsty with the fumes Of coke, and full of snoring weary men.He pushed another bag along the top, Craning his body outward; then a flare Gave one white glimpse of No Man's Land and wire; And as he dropped his head the instant split His startled life with lead, and all went out."", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27298"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27298, ""poem.id"": 27298, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Died Of Wounds"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27299"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27299, ""poem.id"": 27299, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:30:55"", ""poem.title"": ""A Whispered Tale"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27300"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27300, ""poem.id"": 27300, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:01"", ""poem.title"": ""A Child's Prayer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27301"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27301, ""poem.id"": 27301, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:05"", ""poem.title"": ""A Mystic As Soldier"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27302"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27302, ""poem.id"": 27302, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:08"", ""poem.title"": ""A Wanderer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27303"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27303, ""poem.id"": 27303, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Hero"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27304"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27304, ""poem.id"": 27304, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:18"", ""poem.title"": ""The General"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27305"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27305, ""poem.id"": 27305, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:25"", ""poem.title"": ""“the Rank Stench Of Those Bodies Haunts Me Still”"", ""poem.date"": ""3/31/2010"", ""poem.content"": ""The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a green, trenchless landTwelve miles from battering guns: along the grassBrown lines of tents are hives for snoring men;Wide, radiant water sways the floating skyBelow dark, shivering trees. And living-cleanComes back with thoughts of home and hours of sleep.To-night I smell the battle; miles awayGun-thunder leaps and thuds along the ridge;The spouting shells dig pits in fields of death,And wounded men, are moaning in the woods.If any friend be there whom I have loved,God speed him safe to England with a gash.It's sundown in the camp; some youngster laughs,Lifting his mug and drinking health to allWho come unscathed from that unpitying waste:(Terror and ruin lurk behind his gaze.)Another sits with tranquil, musing face,Puffing bis pipe and dreaming of the girlWhose last scrawled letter lies upon his knee.The sunlight falls, low-ruddy from the west,Upon their heads. Last week they might have diedAnd now they stretch their limbs in tired content.One says 'The bloody Bosche has got the knock;'And soon they'll crumple up and chuck their games.'We've got the beggars on the run at last!'Then I remembered someone that I'd seenDead in a squalid, miserable ditch,Heedless of toiling feet that trod him down.He was a Prussian with a decent face,Young, fresh, and pleasant, so 1 dare to say.No doubt he loathed the war and longed for peace,And cursed our souls because we'd killed bis friends.One night he yawned along a haIf-dug trenchMidnight; and then the British guns beganWith heavy shrapnel bursting low, and 'hows'Whistling to cut the wire with blinding din.He didn't move; the digging still went on;Men stooped and shovelled; someone gave a grunt,And moaned and died with agony in the sludge.Then the long hiss of shells lifted and stopped.He stared into the gloom; a rocket curved,And rifles rattled angrily on the leftDown by the wood, and there was noise of bombs.Then the damned English loomed in scrambling hasteOut of the dark and struggled through the wire,And there were shouts and eurses; someone screamedAnd men began to blunder down the trenchWithout their rifles. It was time to go:He grabbed his coat; stood up, gulping some bread;Then clutched his head and fell.I found him thereIn the gray morning when the place was held.His face was in the mud; one arm flung outAs when he crumpled up; his sturdy legsWere bent beneath bis trunk; heels to the skye."", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27306"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27306, ""poem.id"": 27306, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:30"", ""poem.title"": ""Alone"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27307"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27307, ""poem.id"": 27307, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Ancient History"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27308"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27308, ""poem.id"": 27308, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Attack"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27309"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27309, ""poem.id"": 27309, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Does It Matter?"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27310"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27310, ""poem.id"": 27310, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:49"", ""poem.title"": ""A Letter Home"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, Fledged with forest May has crowned. And I puff my pipe, calm-hearted, Thinking how the fighting started, Wondering when we'll ever end it, Back to hell with Kaiser sent it, Gag the noise, pack up and go, Clockwork soldiers in a row. I've got better things to do Than to waste my time on you. II Robert, when I drowse to-night, Skirting lawns of sleep to chase Shifting dreams in mazy light, Somewhere then I'll see your face Turning back to bid me follow Where I wag my arms and hollo, Over hedges hasting after Crooked smile and baffling laughter, Running tireless, floating, leaping, Down your web-hung woods and valleys, Where the glowworm stars are peeping, Till I find you, quiet as stone On a hill-top all alone, Staring outward, gravely pondering Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering. III You and I have walked together In the starving winter weather. We've been glad because we knew Time's too short and friends are few. We've been sad because we missed One whose yellow head was kissed By the gods, who thought about him Till they couldn't do without him. Now he's here again; I've been Soldier David dressed in green, Standing in a wood that swings To the madrigal he sings. He's come back, all mirth and glory, Like the prince in a fairy tory. Winter called him far away; Blossoms bring him home with May. IV Well, I know you'll swear it's true That you found him decked in blue Striding up through morning-land With a cloud on either hand. Out in Wales, you'll say, he marches Arm-in-arm with aoks and larches; Hides all night in hilly nooks, Laughs at dawn in tumbling brooks. Yet, it's certain, here he teaches Outpost-schemes to groups of beeches. And I'm sure, as here I stand, That he shines through every land, That he sings in every place Where we're thinking of his face. V Robert, there's a war in France; Everywhere men bang and blunder, Sweat and swear and worship Chance, Creep and blink through cannon thunder. Rifles crack and bullets flick, Sing and hum like hornet-swarms. Bones are smashed and buried quick. Yet, through stunning battle storms, All the while I watch the spark Lit to guide me; for I know Dreams will triumph, though the dark Scowls above me where I go. You can hear me; you can mingle Radiant folly with my jingle. War's a joke for me and you While we know such dreams are true!"", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27311"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27311, ""poem.id"": 27311, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:31:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Absolution"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27312"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27312, ""poem.id"": 27312, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:32:02"", ""poem.title"": ""Aftermath"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" }, ""27313"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27313, ""poem.id"": 27313, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:32:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Suicide In The Trenches"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Siegfried Sassoon"" } }" 101,"2018-02-28 05:26:00","Matsuo Basho","{ ""1907"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1907, ""poem.id"": 1907, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:32:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Now the swinging bridge"", ""poem.date"": 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""poem.title"": ""Won't You Come And See"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""1920"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1920, ""poem.id"": 1920, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:33:34"", ""poem.title"": ""How Wild The Sea Is"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""1921"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1921, ""poem.id"": 1921, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:33:40"", ""poem.title"": ""The Whole Family"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""1922"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1922, ""poem.id"": 1922, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:33:44"", ""poem.title"": ""The Shallows"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""1923"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1923, ""poem.id"": 1923, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:33:49"", ""poem.title"": ""On The White Poppy"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", 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""2018-03-02 15:33:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Teeth Sensitive To The Sand"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27380"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27380, ""poem.id"": 27380, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Haiku"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27381"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27381, ""poem.id"": 27381, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Taking A Nap"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27382"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27382, ""poem.id"": 27382, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:14"", ""poem.title"": ""A Man Infirm"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27383"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27383, ""poem.id"": 27383, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Midfield"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27384"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27384, ""poem.id"": 27384, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Heat Waves Shimmering"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27385"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27385, ""poem.id"": 27385, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:27"", ""poem.title"": ""As They Begin To Rise Again"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27386"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27386, ""poem.id"": 27386, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Moonlight Slanting"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27387"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27387, ""poem.id"": 27387, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Winter Garden"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27388"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27388, ""poem.id"": 27388, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:41"", ""poem.title"": ""Bush-Clover Flowers"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27389"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27389, ""poem.id"": 27389, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:47"", ""poem.title"": ""How Admirable"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27390"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27390, ""poem.id"": 27390, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:52"", ""poem.title"": ""The Morning Glory Also"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27391"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27391, ""poem.id"": 27391, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Spring Rain"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27392"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27392, ""poem.id"": 27392, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:34:57"", ""poem.title"": ""The Dragonfly"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27393"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27393, ""poem.id"": 27393, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Fleas, Lice"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27394"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27394, ""poem.id"": 27394, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:07"", ""poem.title"": ""In This World Of Ours,"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27395"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27395, ""poem.id"": 27395, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:13"", ""poem.title"": ""A Wild Sea"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27396"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27396, ""poem.id"": 27396, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:20"", ""poem.title"": ""The Oak Tree"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27397"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27397, ""poem.id"": 27397, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:26"", ""poem.title"": ""First Winter Rain"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27398"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27398, ""poem.id"": 27398, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Bush Warbler"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27399"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27399, ""poem.id"": 27399, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:37"", ""poem.title"": ""What Fish Feel"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27400"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27400, ""poem.id"": 27400, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Stillness"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27401"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27401, ""poem.id"": 27401, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Cold Night: The Wild Duck"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27402"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27402, ""poem.id"": 27402, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Blowing Stones"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27403"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27403, ""poem.id"": 27403, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:35:56"", ""poem.title"": ""A Ball Of Snow"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27404"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27404, ""poem.id"": 27404, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:01"", ""poem.title"": ""A Cold Rain Starting"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27405"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27405, ""poem.id"": 27405, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Coolness Of The Melons"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27406"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27406, ""poem.id"": 27406, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:08"", ""poem.title"": ""First Snow"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27407"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27407, ""poem.id"": 27407, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Chilling Autumn Rains"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27408"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27408, ""poem.id"": 27408, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:17"", ""poem.title"": ""A Cool Fall Night"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27409"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27409, ""poem.id"": 27409, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:24"", ""poem.title"": ""A Strange Flower"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27410"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27410, ""poem.id"": 27410, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Bitter–tasting Ice —"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27411"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27411, ""poem.id"": 27411, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:34"", ""poem.title"": ""A Field Of Cotton"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27412"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27412, ""poem.id"": 27412, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:41"", ""poem.title"": ""Winter Solitude"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27413"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27413, ""poem.id"": 27413, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:47"", ""poem.title"": ""A Weathered Skeleton"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27414"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27414, ""poem.id"": 27414, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Four Haiku"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27415"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27415, ""poem.id"": 27415, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:56"", ""poem.title"": ""An Old Pond"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27416"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27416, ""poem.id"": 27416, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:36:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Basho's Death Poem"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27417"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27417, ""poem.id"": 27417, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:01"", ""poem.title"": ""First Day Of Spring"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27418"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27418, ""poem.id"": 27418, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:05"", ""poem.title"": ""A Cicada Shell"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27419"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27419, ""poem.id"": 27419, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Awake At Night"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27420"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27420, ""poem.id"": 27420, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:14"", ""poem.title"": ""A Caterpillar"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27421"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27421, ""poem.id"": 27421, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:17"", ""poem.title"": ""Don'T Imitate Me"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27422"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27422, ""poem.id"": 27422, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Collection Of Six Haiku"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27423"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27423, ""poem.id"": 27423, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:26"", ""poem.title"": ""A Monk Sips Morning Tea"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27424"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27424, ""poem.id"": 27424, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:30"", ""poem.title"": ""The Old Pond"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""Following are several translationsof the 'Old Pond' poem, which may bethe most famous of all haiku:Furuike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto - BashoLiteral TranslationFu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya, ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi-ko-mu (jumping into) mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound) Translated by Fumiko Saisho The old pond- a frog jumps in, sound of water.Translated by Robert HassOld pond...a frog jumps inwater's sound.Translated by William J. HigginsonAn old silent pond...A frog jumps into the pond,splash! Silence again.Translated by Harry BehnThere is the old pond! Lo, into it jumps a frog:hark, water's music! Translated by John BryanThe silent old ponda mirror of ancient calm,a frog-leaps-in splash.Translated by Dion O'Donnolold pondfrog leapingsplashTranslated by Cid CormanAntic pond- frantic frog jumps in- gigantic sound.Translated by Bernard Lionel Einbond MAFIA HIT MAN POET: NOTE FOUND PINNED TO LAPEL OF DROWNED VICTIM'S DOUBLE-BREASTED SUIT! ! ! 'Dere wasa dis froggGone jumpa offa da loggNow he inna bogg.' - Anonymous Translated by George M. Young, Jr.Old pond leap - splash a frog. Translated by Lucien StrykThe old pond,A frog jumps in:.Plop! Translated by Allan WattsThe old pond, yes, andA frog is jumping intoThe water, and splash.Translated by G.S. Fraser"", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27425"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27425, ""poem.id"": 27425, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Autumn Moonlight"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27426"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27426, ""poem.id"": 27426, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:36"", ""poem.title"": ""A Snowy Morning"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" }, ""27427"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27427, ""poem.id"": 27427, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:43"", ""poem.title"": ""A Bee"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Matsuo Basho"" } }" 102,"2018-02-28 05:26:14","Edna St. Vincent Millay","{ ""1947"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1947, ""poem.id"": 1947, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:36:58"", ""poem.title"": ""Inert Perfection"", ""poem.date"": ""3/11/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""\"Inert Perfection, let me chip your shell.You cannot break it through with that soft beak.What if you broke it never, and it befellYou should not issue thence, should never speak?\"Perfection in the egg, a fluid thing,Grows solid in due course, and there exists;Knowing no urge to struggle forth and sing;Complete, though shell-bound. But the mind insistsIt shall be hatched ... to this ulterior end:That it be bound by Function, that it beLess than Perfection, having to expendSome force on a nostalgia to be free."", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1948"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1948, ""poem.id"": 1948, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:01"", ""poem.title"": ""The Prisoner"", ""poem.date"": ""7/30/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""ALL right,Go ahead!What's in a name?I guess I'll be locked intoAs much as I'm locked out of!"", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1949"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1949, ""poem.id"": 1949, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:04"", ""poem.title"": ""I will put Chaos into fourteen lines"", ""poem.date"": ""10/24/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""I will put Chaos into fourteen linesAnd keep him there; and let him thence escapeIf he be lucky; let him twist, and apeFlood, fire, and demon — his adroit designsWill strain to nothing in the strict confinesOf this sweet Order, where, in pious rape,I hold his essence and amorphous shape,Till he with Order mingles and combines.Past are the hours, the years, of our duress,His arrogance, our awful servitude:I have him. He is nothing more nor lessThan something simple not yet understood;I shall not even force him to confess;Or answer. I will only make him good."", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1950"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1950, ""poem.id"": 1950, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:06"", ""poem.title"": ""She Is Overheard Singing"", ""poem.date"": ""6/18/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Oh, Prue she has a patient man,And Joan a gentle lover,And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,­—But my true love's a rover! Mig, her man's as good as cheeseAnd honest as a briar,Sue tells her love what he's thinking of,­—But my dear lad's a liar! Oh, Sue and Prue and AgathaAre thick with Mig and Joan!They bite their threads and shake their headsAnd gnaw my name like a bone; And Prue says, \"Mine's a patient man,As never snaps me up,' And Agatha, \"Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,Could live content in a cup,' Sue's man's mind is like good jell­—All one color, and clear­—And Mig's no call to think at allWhat's to come next year, While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad,That's troubled with that and this;­—But they all would give the life they liveFor a look from the man I kiss! Cold he slants his eyes about,And few enough's his choice,­—Though he'd slip me clean for a nun, or a queen,Or a beggar with knots in her voice,­ —And Agatha will turn awakeWhile her good man sleeps sound,And Mig and Sue and Joan and PrueWill hear the clock strike round, For Prue she has a patient man,As asks not when or why, And Mig and Sue have naught to doBut peep who's passing by, Joan is paired with a puttererThat bastes and tastes and salts,And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,­—But my true love is false!"", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1951"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1951, ""poem.id"": 1951, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies"", ""poem.date"": ""11/28/2014"", ""poem.content"": ""Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain ageThe child is grown, and puts away childish things.Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.Nobody that matters, that is. Distant relatives of courseDie, whom one never has seen or has seen for an hour,And they gave one candy in a pink-and-green stripéd bag, or a jack-knife,And went away, and cannot really be said to have lived at all.And cats die. They lie on the floor and lash their tails,And their reticent fur is suddenly all in motionWith fleas that one never knew were there,Polished and brown, knowing all there is to know,Trekking off into the living world.You fetch a shoe-box, but it's much too small, because she won't curl up now:So you find a bigger box, and bury her in the yard, and weep.But you do not wake up a month from then, two monthsA year from then, two years, in the middle of the nightAnd weep, with your knuckles in your mouth, and say Oh, God! Oh, God!Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies that matters,—mothers and fathers don't die.And if you have said, \"For heaven's sake, must you always be kissing a person?\"Or, \"I do wish to gracious you'd stop tapping on the window with your thimble!\"Tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow if you're busy having fun,Is plenty of time to say, \"I'm sorry, mother.\"To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died,who neither listen nor speak;Who do not drink their tea, though they always saidTea was such a comfort.Run down into the cellar and bring up the last jar of raspberries;they are not tempted.Flatter them, ask them what was it they said exactlyThat time, to the bishop, or to the overseer, or to Mrs. Mason;They are not taken in.Shout at them, get red in the face, rise,Drag them up out of their chairs by their stiff shoulders and shakethem and yell at them;They are not startled, they are not even embarrassed; they slideback into their chairs.Your tea is cold now.You drink it standing up,And leave the house."", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1952"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1952, ""poem.id"": 1952, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:13"", ""poem.title"": ""The Courage That My Mother Had"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""The courage that my mother had Went with her, and is with her still: Rock from New England quarried;Now granite in a granite hill. The golden brooch my mother wore She left behind for me to wear; I have no thing I treasure more: Yet, it is something I could spare. Oh, if instead she'd left to me The thing she took into the grave!— That courage like a rock, which she Has no more need of, and I have."", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1953"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1953, ""poem.id"": 1953, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Underground System"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1954"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1954, ""poem.id"": 1954, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1955"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1955, ""poem.id"": 1955, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:49"", ""poem.title"": ""We Talk Of Taxes..."", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1956"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1956, ""poem.id"": 1956, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:55"", ""poem.title"": ""The Fledgling"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1957"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1957, ""poem.id"": 1957, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:37:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Memorial To D.C."", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1958"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1958, ""poem.id"": 1958, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1959"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1959, ""poem.id"": 1959, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1960"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1960, ""poem.id"": 1960, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1961"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1961, ""poem.id"": 1961, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet V: If I Should Learn"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1962"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1962, ""poem.id"": 1962, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1963"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1963, ""poem.id"": 1963, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:17"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1964"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1964, ""poem.id"": 1964, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1965"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1965, ""poem.id"": 1965, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:26"", ""poem.title"": ""To Kathleen"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1966"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1966, ""poem.id"": 1966, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Lines Written In Recapitulation"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1967"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1967, ""poem.id"": 1967, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1968"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1968, ""poem.id"": 1968, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:45"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1969"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1969, ""poem.id"": 1969, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets (1923)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1970"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1970, ""poem.id"": 1970, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Two Sonnets In Memory"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1971"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1971, ""poem.id"": 1971, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:38:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Pastoral"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1972"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1972, ""poem.id"": 1972, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Inland"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1973"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1973, ""poem.id"": 1973, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:06"", ""poem.title"": ""The Bean-Stalk"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1974"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1974, ""poem.id"": 1974, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:10"", ""poem.title"": ""The Poet And His Book"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1975"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1975, ""poem.id"": 1975, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Blue-Flag In The Bog"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1976"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1976, ""poem.id"": 1976, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:21"", ""poem.title"": ""Menses"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1977"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1977, ""poem.id"": 1977, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1978"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1978, ""poem.id"": 1978, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:27"", ""poem.title"": ""The Penitent"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1979"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1979, ""poem.id"": 1979, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1980"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1980, ""poem.id"": 1980, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:35"", ""poem.title"": ""If Still Your Orchards Bear"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1981"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1981, ""poem.id"": 1981, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:40"", ""poem.title"": ""To Those Without Pity"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1982"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1982, ""poem.id"": 1982, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:45"", ""poem.title"": ""Invocation To The Muses"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1983"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1983, ""poem.id"": 1983, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1984"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1984, ""poem.id"": 1984, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:39:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Scrub"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""1985"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1985, ""poem.id"": 1985, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-02-28 05:35:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": """" }, ""1986"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1986, ""poem.id"": 1986, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Tavern"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27468"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27468, ""poem.id"": 27468, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Eel-Grass"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27469"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27469, ""poem.id"": 27469, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:54"", ""poem.title"": ""The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27470"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27470, ""poem.id"": 27470, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:37:59"", ""poem.title"": ""To A Poet That Died Young"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27471"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27471, ""poem.id"": 27471, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Three Songs Of Shattering"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27472"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27472, ""poem.id"": 27472, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet I: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27473"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27473, ""poem.id"": 27473, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Plaid Dress"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27474"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27474, ""poem.id"": 27474, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Make Bright The Arrows"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27475"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27475, ""poem.id"": 27475, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27476"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27476, ""poem.id"": 27476, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Song Of A Second April"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27477"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27477, ""poem.id"": 27477, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Rosemary"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27478"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27478, ""poem.id"": 27478, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:40"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wood Road"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27479"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27479, ""poem.id"": 27479, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:45"", ""poem.title"": ""Wraith"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27480"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27480, ""poem.id"": 27480, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27481"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27481, ""poem.id"": 27481, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:54"", ""poem.title"": ""I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27482"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27482, ""poem.id"": 27482, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:38:59"", ""poem.title"": ""My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27483"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27483, ""poem.id"": 27483, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:01"", ""poem.title"": ""The True Encounter"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27484"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27484, ""poem.id"": 27484, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:06"", ""poem.title"": ""The Unexplorer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27485"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27485, ""poem.id"": 27485, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:08"", ""poem.title"": ""The Shroud"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27486"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27486, ""poem.id"": 27486, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Passer Mortuus Est"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27487"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27487, ""poem.id"": 27487, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Elegy"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27488"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27488, ""poem.id"": 27488, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27489"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27489, ""poem.id"": 27489, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:24"", ""poem.title"": ""The Little Hill"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27490"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27490, ""poem.id"": 27490, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Modern Declaration"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27491"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27491, ""poem.id"": 27491, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet Vi: This Door You Might Not Open"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27492"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27492, ""poem.id"": 27492, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Oh, My Belovèd, Have You Thought Of This"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27493"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27493, ""poem.id"": 27493, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:39:40"", ""poem.title"": ""The Return From Town"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. 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St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27564"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27564, ""poem.id"": 27564, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Alms"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27565"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27565, ""poem.id"": 27565, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27566"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27566, ""poem.id"": 27566, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27567"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27567, ""poem.id"": 27567, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:21"", ""poem.title"": ""Renascence"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine, Straight around till I was come Back to where I'd started from; And all I saw from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood. Over these things I could not see; These were the things that bounded me; And I could touch them with my hand, Almost, I thought, from where I stand. And all at once things seemed so small My breath came short, and scarce at all. But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head; So here upon my back I'll lie And look my fill into the sky. And so I looked, and, after all, The sky was not so very tall. The sky, I said, must somewhere stop, And -- sure enough! -- I see the top! The sky, I thought, is not so grand; I 'most could touch it with my hand! And, reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky. I screamed, and -- lo! -- Infinity Came down and settled over me; And, pressing of the Undefined The definition on my mind, Held up before my eyes a glass Through which my shrinking sight did pass Until it seemed I must behold Immensity made manifold; Whispered to me a word whose sound Deafened the air for worlds around, And brought unmuffled to my ears The gossiping of friendly spheres, The creaking of the tented sky, The ticking of Eternity. I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, And present, and forevermore. The universe, cleft to the core, Lay open to my probing sense That, sick'ning, I would fain pluck thence But could not, -- nay! But needs must suck At the great wound, and could not pluck My lips away till I had drawn All venom out. -- Ah, fearful pawn! For my omniscience paid I toll In infinite remorse of soul. All sin was of my sinning, all Atoning mine, and mine the gall Of all regret. Mine was the weight Of every brooded wrong, the hate That stood behind each envious thrust, Mine every greed, mine every lust. And all the while for every grief, Each suffering, I craved relief With individual desire, -- Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire About a thousand people crawl; Perished with each, -- then mourned for all! A man was starving in Capri; He moved his eyes and looked at me; I felt his gaze, I heard his moan, And knew his hunger as my own. I saw at sea a great fog-bank Between two ships that struck and sank; A thousand screams the heavens smote; And every scream tore through my throat. No hurt I did not feel, no death That was not mine; mine each last breath That, crying, met an answering cry From the compassion that was I. All suffering mine, and mine its rod; Mine, pity like the pity of God. Ah, awful weight! Infinity Pressed down upon the finite Me! My anguished spirit, like a bird, Beating against my lips I heard; Yet lay the weight so close about There was no room for it without. And so beneath the Weight lay I And suffered death, but could not die. Long had I lain thus, craving death, When quietly the earth beneath Gave way, and inch by inch, so great At last had grown the crushing weight, Into the earth I sank till I Full six feet under ground did lie, And sank no more, -- there is no weight Can follow here, however great. From off my breast I felt it roll, And as it went my tortured soul Burst forth and fled in such a gust That all about me swirled the dust. Deep in the earth I rested now; Cool is its hand upon the brow And soft its breast beneath the head Of one who is so gladly dead. And all at once, and over all, The pitying rain began to fall; I lay and heard each pattering hoof Upon my lowly, thatched roof, And seemed to love the sound far more Than ever I had done before. For rain it hath a friendly sound To one who's six feet underground; And scarce the friendly voice or face: A grave is such a quiet place. The rain, I said, is kind to come And speak to me in my new home. I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls, twinkling, from its grass-blade top. How can I bear it; buried here, While overhead the sky grows clear And blue again after the storm? O, multi-colored, multiform, Beloved beauty over me, That I shall never, never see Again! Spring-silver, autumn-gold, That I shall never more behold! Sleeping your myriad magics through, Close-sepulchred away from you! O God, I cried, give me new birth, And put me back upon the earth! Upset each cloud's gigantic gourd And let the heavy rain, down-poured In one big torrent, set me free, Washing my grave away from me! I ceased; and, through the breathless hush That answered me, the far-off rush Of herald wings came whispering Like music down the vibrant string Of my ascending prayer, and -- crash! Before the wild wind's whistling lash The startled storm-clouds reared on high And plunged in terror down the sky, And the big rain in one black wave Fell from the sky and struck my grave. I know not how such things can be I only know there came to me A fragrance such as never clings To aught save happy living things; A sound as of some joyous elf Singing sweet songs to please himself, And, through and over everything, A sense of glad awakening. The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear, Whispering to me I could hear; I felt the rain's cool finger-tips Brushed tenderly across my lips, Laid gently on my sealed sight, And all at once the heavy night Fell from my eyes and I could see, -- A drenched and dripping apple-tree, A last long line of silver rain, A sky grown clear and blue again. And as I looked a quickening gust Of wind blew up to me and thrust Into my face a miracle Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, -- I know not how such things can be! -- I breathed my soul back into me. Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky, Till at my throat a strangling sob Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb Sent instant tears into my eyes; O God, I cried, no dark disguise Can e'er hereafter hide from me Thy radiant identity! Thou canst not move across the grass But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, Nor speak, however silently, But my hushed voice will answer Thee. I know the path that tells Thy way Through the cool eve of every day; God, I can push the grass apart And lay my finger on Thy heart! The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, -- No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That cannot keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by."", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27568"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27568, ""poem.id"": 27568, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:25"", ""poem.title"": ""[four Sonnets (1922)]"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": ""I1. Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, . And drag me at your chariot till I die, -- . Oh, heavy prince! Oh, panderer of hearts! -- . Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie . Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair, . Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr, . Who still am free, unto no querulous care . A fool, and in no temple worshiper! . I, that have bared me to your quiver's fire, . Lifted my face into its puny rain, . Do wreathe you Impotent to Evoke Desire . As you are Powerless to Elicit Pain! . (Now will the god, for blasphemy so brave, . Punish me, surely, with the shaft I crave!) II2. I think I should have loved you presently, . And given in earnest words I flung in jest; . And lifted honest eyes for you to see, . And caught your hand against my cheek and breast; . And all my pretty follies flung aside . That won you to me, and beneath your gaze, . Naked of reticence and shorn of pride, . Spread like a chart my little wicked ways. . I, that had been to you, had you remained, . But one more waking from a recurrent dream, . Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained, . And walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme, . A ghost in marble of a girl you knew . Who would have loved you in a day or two. III3. Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! . Faithless am I save to love's self alone. . Were you not lovely I would leave you now: . After the feet of beauty fly my own. . Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, . And water ever to my wildest thirst, . I would desert you -- think not but I would! -- . And seek another as I sought you first. . But you are mobile as the veering air, . And all your charms more changeful than the tide, . Wherefore to be inconstant is no care: . I have but to continue at your side. . So wanton, light and false, my love, are you, . I am most faithless when I most am true. IV4. I shall forget you presently, my dear, . So make the most of this, your little day, . Your little month, your little half a year, . Ere I forget, or die, or move away, . And we are done forever; by and by . I shall forget you, as I said, but now, . If you entreat me with your loveliest lie . I will protest you with my favorite vow. . I would indeed that love were longer-lived, . And vows were not so brittle as they are, . But so it is, and nature has contrived . To struggle on without a break thus far, -- . Whether or not we find what we are seeking . Is idle, biologically speaking."", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27569"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27569, ""poem.id"": 27569, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Witch-Wife"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27570"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27570, ""poem.id"": 27570, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:32"", ""poem.title"": ""I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27571"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27571, ""poem.id"": 27571, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:39"", ""poem.title"": ""I Shall Go Back"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27572"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27572, ""poem.id"": 27572, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:43"", ""poem.title"": ""God's World"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27573"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27573, ""poem.id"": 27573, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27574"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27574, ""poem.id"": 27574, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Being Young And Green"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27575"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27575, ""poem.id"": 27575, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:52"", ""poem.title"": ""If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27576"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27576, ""poem.id"": 27576, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:45:55"", ""poem.title"": ""The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27577"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27577, ""poem.id"": 27577, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Ashes Of Life"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27578"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27578, ""poem.id"": 27578, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Here Is A Wound That Never Will Heal, I Know"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27579"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27579, ""poem.id"": 27579, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:12"", ""poem.title"": ""And Do You Think That Love Itself"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27580"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27580, ""poem.id"": 27580, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:16"", ""poem.title"": ""Counting-Out Rhyme"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27581"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27581, ""poem.id"": 27581, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:22"", ""poem.title"": ""And You As Well Must Die, Belovèd Dust"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27582"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27582, ""poem.id"": 27582, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Bluebeard"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27583"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27583, ""poem.id"": 27583, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Spring"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27584"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27584, ""poem.id"": 27584, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Apostrophe To Man"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27585"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27585, ""poem.id"": 27585, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Autumn Daybreak"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27586"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27586, ""poem.id"": 27586, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:50"", ""poem.title"": ""I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27587"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27587, ""poem.id"": 27587, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:54"", ""poem.title"": ""A Visit To The Asylum"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27588"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27588, ""poem.id"": 27588, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:46:57"", ""poem.title"": ""An Ancient Gesture"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27589"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27589, ""poem.id"": 27589, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:47:01"", ""poem.title"": ""City Trees"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27590"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27590, ""poem.id"": 27590, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:47:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Dirge Without Music"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27591"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27591, ""poem.id"": 27591, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:47:09"", ""poem.title"": ""The Spring And The Fall"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27592"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27592, ""poem.id"": 27592, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:47:13"", ""poem.title"": ""First Fig"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27593"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27593, ""poem.id"": 27593, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:47:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Afternoon On A Hill"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27594"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27594, ""poem.id"": 27594, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:47:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Conscientious Objector"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27595"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27595, ""poem.id"": 27595, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:47:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Love Is Not All"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" }, ""27596"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27596, ""poem.id"": 27596, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:47:35"", ""poem.title"": ""What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet Xliii)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Edna St. Vincent Millay"" } }" 103,"2018-02-28 05:26:23","Spike Milligan","{ ""1987"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1987, ""poem.id"": 1987, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Emptiness"", ""poem.date"": ""4/4/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""I've learned mine can't be filled,only alchemized. Many timesit's become a paragraph or a page.But usually I've hidden it,not knowing until too latehow enormous it grows in its dark.Or how obvious it getswhen I've donned, say, my goodcordovans and my fine tweed vestand walked into a room with a smile.I might as well have been a manwith a fez and a faux silver cane.Better, I know now, to dress it plain,to say out loudto some right personin some right placethat there's something not therein me, something I can't name.That some right personhas just lit a fire under the kettle.She hasn't said a word.Beneath her blue shawlshe, too, conceals a world.But she's been amazedhow much I seem to need my emptiness,amazed I won't let it go."", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1988"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1988, ""poem.id"": 1988, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:29"", ""poem.title"": ""A Combustible Woman From Thang"", ""poem.date"": ""2/3/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""A combustible woman from ThangExploded one day with a BANG!The maid then rushed inAnd said with a grin,'Pardon me, madam - you rang?'"", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1989"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1989, ""poem.id"": 1989, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Soldier Freddy"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1990"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1990, ""poem.id"": 1990, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Scorflufus"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1991"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1991, ""poem.id"": 1991, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Standing Room Only"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1992"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1992, ""poem.id"": 1992, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Orstralia"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1993"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1993, ""poem.id"": 1993, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:49"", ""poem.title"": ""There Are Holes In The Sky"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": ""There are holes in the skyWhere the rain gets inBut they're ever so smallThat's why the rain is thin."", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1994"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1994, ""poem.id"": 1994, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Omen Of Emptiness"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1995"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1995, ""poem.id"": 1995, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:41:57"", ""poem.title"": ""Look At All Those Monkeys!"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1996"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1996, ""poem.id"": 1996, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:42:02"", ""poem.title"": ""Summer Dawn"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1997"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1997, ""poem.id"": 1997, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:42:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Down The Stream The Swans All Glide"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1998"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1998, ""poem.id"": 1998, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:42:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Bongaloo"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""1999"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 1999, ""poem.id"": 1999, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:42:17"", ""poem.title"": ""Pussy-Cat"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""2000"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2000, ""poem.id"": 2000, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:42:40"", ""poem.title"": ""I'M Walking Backwards For Christmas"", ""poem.date"": ""4/1/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" }, ""2001"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2001, ""poem.id"": 2001, 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""poet_x_poem.id"": 27647, ""poem.id"": 27647, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:22"", ""poem.title"": ""On The Ning Nang Nong"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Spike Milligan"" } }" 104,"2018-02-28 21:01:27","Elizabeth Bishop","{ ""2027"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2027, ""poem.id"": 2027, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:45:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Faustina, or Rock Roses"", ""poem.date"": ""4/24/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Tended by Faustinayes in a crazy houseupon a crazy bed,frail, of chipped enamel,blooming above her headinto four vaguely roselikeflower-formations,the white woman whispers toherself. The floorboards sagthis way and that. The crookedtowel-covered tablebears a can of talcumand five pasteboard boxesof little pills,most half-crystallized.The visitor sits and watchesthe dew glint on the screenand in it two glow-wormsburning a drowned green.Meanwhile the eighty-watt bulbbetrays us all,discovering the concernwithin our stupefaction;lighting as well on headsof tacks in the wallpaper,on a paper wall-pocket,violet-embossed, glisteningwith mica flakes.It exposes the fine white hair,the gown with the undershirtshowing at the neck,the pallid palm-leaf fanshe holds but cannot wield,her white disordered sheetslike wilted roses.Clutter of trophies,chamber of bleached flags!-Rags or ragged garmentshung on the chairs and hookseach contributing itsshade of white, confusingas undazzling.The visitor is embarrassednot by pain nor agenor even nakedness,though perhaps by its reverse.By and by the whispersays, \"Faustina, Faustina. . .\"Vengo, senora!\"On bare scraping feetFaustina nears the bed.She exhibits the talcum powder,the pills, the cans of \"cream,\"the white bowl of farina,requesting for herselfa little conac;complaining of, explaining,the terms of her employment.She bends above the other.Her sinister kind facepresents a cruel blackcoincident conundrum.Oh, is itfreedom at last, a lifelongdream of time and silence,dream of protection and rest?Or is it the very worst,the unimaginable nightmarethat never before dared lastmore than a second?The acuteness of the questionforks instantly and startsa snake-tongue flickering;blurs further, blunts, softens,separates, falls, our problemsbecoming helplesslyproliferative.There is no way of telling.The eyes say only either.At last the visitor rises,awkwardly proffers her bunchof rust-perforated rosesand wonders oh, whence comeall the petals."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2028"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2028, ""poem.id"": 2028, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:45:11"", ""poem.title"": ""Crusoe in England"", ""poem.date"": ""12/11/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""A new volcano has erupted,the papers say, and last week I was reading where some ship saw an island being born: at first a breath of steam, ten miles away; and then a black fleck—basalt, probably—rose in the mate's binocularsand caught on the horizon like a fly.They named it. But my poor old island's still un-rediscovered, un-renamable.None of the books has ever got it right.Well, I had fifty-twomiserable, small volcanoes I could climb with a few slithery strides—volcanoes dead as ash heaps.I used to sit on the edge of the highest one and count the others standing up,naked and leaden, with their heads blown off. I'd think that if they were the size I thought volcanoes should be, then I had become a giant;and if I had become a giant,I couldn't bear to think what size the goats and turtles were,or the gulls, or the overlapping rollers —a glittering hexagon of rollers closing and closing in, but never quite, glittering and glittering, though the sky was mostly overcast.My island seemed to bea sort of cloud-dump. All the hemisphere's left-over clouds arrived and hungabove the craters—their parched throats were hot to touch.Was that why it rained so much?And why sometimes the whole place hissed? The turtles lumbered by, high-domed, hissing like teakettles.(And I'd have given years, or taken a few, for any sort of kettle, of course.)The folds of lava, running out to sea,would hiss. I'd turn. And then they'd prove to be more turtles.The beaches were all lava, variegated, black, red, and white, and gray;the marbled colors made a fine display. And I had waterspouts. Oh,half a dozen at a time, far out,they'd come and go, advancing and retreating, their heads in cloud, their feet in moving patches of scuffed-up white.Glass chimneys, flexible, attenuated, sacerdotal beings of glass ... I watched the water spiral up in them like smoke. Beautiful, yes, but not much company.I often gave way to self-pity.\"Do I deserve this? I suppose I must.I wouldn't be here otherwise. Was there a moment when I actually chose this?I don't remember, but there could have been.\" What's wrong about self-pity, anyway?With my legs dangling down familiarly over a crater's edge, I told myself\"Pity should begin at home.\" So the more pity I felt, the more I felt at home.The sun set in the sea; the same odd sun rose from the sea,and there was one of it and one of me. The island had one kind of everything: one tree snail, a bright violet-bluewith a thin shell, crept over everything, over the one variety of tree,a sooty, scrub affair.Snail shells lay under these in drifts and, at a distance,you'd swear that they were beds of irises. There was one kind of berry, a dark red. I tried it, one by one, and hours apart. Sub-acid, and not bad, no ill effects; and so I made home-brew. I'd drink the awful, fizzy, stinging stuffthat went straight to my headand play my home-made flute(I think it had the weirdest scale on earth) and, dizzy, whoop and dance among the goats. Home-made, home-made! But aren't we all? I felt a deep affection forthe smallest of my island industries. No, not exactly, since the smallest was a miserable philosophy.Because I didn't know enough.Why didn't I know enough of something? Greek drama or astronomy? The books I'd read were full of blanks;the poems—well, I triedreciting to my iris-beds,\"They flash upon that inward eye,which is the bliss ...\" The bliss of what? One of the first things that I didwhen I got back was look it up.The island smelled of goat and guano. The goats were white, so were the gulls, and both too tame, or else they thought I was a goat, too, or a gull.Baa, baa, baa and shriek, shriek, shriek,baa ... shriek ... baa ... I still can't shake them from my ears; they're hurting now.The questioning shrieks, the equivocal replies over a ground of hissing rainand hissing, ambulating turtlesgot on my nerves.When all the gulls flew up at once, they soundedlike a big tree in a strong wind, its leaves. I'd shut my eyes and think about a tree, an oak, say, with real shade, somewhere. I'd heard of cattle getting island-sick. I thought the goats were.One billy-goat would stand on the volcanoI'd christened Mont d'Espoir or Mount Despair(I'd time enough to play with names), and bleat and bleat, and sniff the air. I'd grab his beard and look at him. His pupils, horizontal, narrowed upand expressed nothing, or a little malice. I got so tired of the very colors! One day I dyed a baby goat bright red with my red berries, just to see something a little different.And then his mother wouldn't recognize him.Dreams were the worst. Of course I dreamed of foodand love, but they were pleasant ratherthan otherwise. But then I'd dream of things like slitting a baby's throat, mistaking it for a baby goat. I'd havenightmares of other islandsstretching away from mine, infinities of islands, islands spawning islands, like frogs' eggs turning into polliwogs of islands, knowing that I had to live on each and every one, eventually, for ages, registering their flora, their fauna, their geography.Just when I thought I couldn't stand it another minute longer, Friday came. (Accounts of that have everything all wrong.) Friday was nice.Friday was nice, and we were friends. If only he had been a woman!I wanted to propagate my kind, and so did he, I think, poor boy.He'd pet the baby goats sometimes,and race with them, or carry one around. —Pretty to watch; he had a pretty body.And then one day they came and took us off.Now I live here, another island,that doesn't seem like one, but who decides?My blood was full of them; my brain bred islands. But that archipelagohas petered out. I'm old.I'm bored, too, drinking my real tea, surrounded by uninteresting lumber.The knife there on the shelf—it reeked of meaning, like a crucifix.It lived. How many years did I beg it, implore it, not to break?I knew each nick and scratch by heart,the bluish blade, the broken tip,the lines of wood-grain on the handle ...Now it won't look at me at all. The living soul has dribbled away. My eyes rest on it and pass on.The local museum's asked me toleave everything to them:the flute, the knife, the shrivelled shoes,my shedding goatskin trousers(moths have got in the fur),the parasol that took me such a time remembering the way the ribs should go.It still will work but, folded up,looks like a plucked and skinny fowl.How can anyone want such things?—And Friday, my dear Friday, died of measlesseventeen years ago come March."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2029"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2029, ""poem.id"": 2029, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:45:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Suicide Of A Moderate Dictator"", ""poem.date"": ""2/7/2012"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2030"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2030, ""poem.id"": 2030, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:45:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Intimate, Low-Voiced, Delicate Things"", ""poem.date"": ""11/13/2013"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2031"": { 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""poem.title"": ""Sonnet (1979)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2036"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2036, ""poem.id"": 2036, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:45:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Little Exercise"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2037"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2037, ""poem.id"": 2037, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:45:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet (1928)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2038"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2038, ""poem.id"": 2038, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:01"", ""poem.title"": ""Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2039"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2039, ""poem.id"": 2039, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:08"", ""poem.title"": ""North Haven"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2040"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2040, ""poem.id"": 2040, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:13"", ""poem.title"": ""View Of The Capitol From The Library Of Congress"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2041"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2041, ""poem.id"": 2041, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Trouvée"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2042"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2042, ""poem.id"": 2042, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:25"", ""poem.title"": ""Giant Snail"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2043"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2043, ""poem.id"": 2043, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:28"", ""poem.title"": ""Large Bad Picture"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2044"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2044, ""poem.id"": 2044, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:30"", ""poem.title"": ""O Breath"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2045"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2045, ""poem.id"": 2045, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2046"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2046, ""poem.id"": 2046, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Visits To St Elizabeths"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2047"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2047, ""poem.id"": 2047, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:45"", ""poem.title"": ""Roosters"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2048"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2048, ""poem.id"": 2048, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Song For The Rainy Season"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2049"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2049, ""poem.id"": 2049, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:52"", ""poem.title"": ""The Colder The Air"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2050"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2050, ""poem.id"": 2050, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:46:58"", ""poem.title"": ""The Imaginary Iceberg"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2051"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2051, ""poem.id"": 2051, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:00"", ""poem.title"": ""To Be Written On The Mirror In Whitewash"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2052"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2052, ""poem.id"": 2052, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:03"", ""poem.title"": ""While Someone Telephones"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2053"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2053, ""poem.id"": 2053, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Rain Towards Morning"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2054"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2054, ""poem.id"": 2054, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Bight"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2055"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2055, ""poem.id"": 2055, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:21"", ""poem.title"": ""The Armadillo"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2056"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2056, ""poem.id"": 2056, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:26"", ""poem.title"": ""Lullaby For The Cat"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2057"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2057, ""poem.id"": 2057, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:31"", ""poem.title"": ""The Man-Moth"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2058"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2058, ""poem.id"": 2058, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:36"", ""poem.title"": ""Sleeping On The Ceiling"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2059"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2059, ""poem.id"": 2059, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Seascape"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2060"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2060, ""poem.id"": 2060, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2061"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2061, ""poem.id"": 2061, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:53"", ""poem.title"": ""Cirque D'Hiver"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2062"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2062, ""poem.id"": 2062, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:47:56"", ""poem.title"": ""The Map"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2063"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2063, ""poem.id"": 2063, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:48:02"", ""poem.title"": ""The End Of March"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2064"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2064, ""poem.id"": 2064, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:48:05"", ""poem.title"": ""The Shampoo"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2065"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2065, ""poem.id"": 2065, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:48:13"", ""poem.title"": ""The Monument"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""2066"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2066, ""poem.id"": 2066, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:48:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Weed"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27688"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27688, ""poem.id"": 27688, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:26"", ""poem.title"": ""The Burglar Of Babylon"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27689"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27689, ""poem.id"": 27689, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Manners"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27690"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27690, ""poem.id"": 27690, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:39"", ""poem.title"": ""The Unbeliever"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27691"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27691, ""poem.id"": 27691, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:41"", ""poem.title"": ""Love Lies Sleeping"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""Earliest morning, switching all the tracksthat cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets to trains of light.now draw us into daylight in our beds;and clear away what presses on the brain: put out the neon shapes that float and swell and glaredown the gray avenue between the eyesin pinks and yellows, letters and twitching signs. Hang-over moons, wane, wane! From the window I seean immense city, carefully revealed,made delicate by over-workmanship, detail upon detail, cornice upon facade,reaching up so languidly up intoa weak white sky, it seems to waver there. (Where it has slowly grown in skies of water-glassfrom fused beads of iron and copper crystals,the little chemical \"garden\" in a jar trembles and stands again, pale blue, blue-green, and brick.)The sparrows hurriedly begin their play.Then, in the West, \"Boom!\" and a cloud of smoke. \"Boom!\" and the exploding ball of blossom blooms again.(And all the employees who work in a plants where such a sound says \"Danger,\" or once said \"Death,\" turn in their sleep and feel the short hairs bristlingon backs of necks.) The cloud of smoke moves off.A shirt is taken of a threadlike clothes-line. Along the street below the water-wagon comesthrowing its hissing, snowy fan acrosspeelings and newspapers. The water dries light-dry, dark-wet, the pattern of the cool watermelon.I hear the day-springs of the morning strikefrom stony walls and halls and iron beds, scattered or grouped cascades, alarms for the expected:queer cupids of all persons getting up,whose evening meal they will prepare all day, you will dine well on his heart, on his, and his,so send them about your business affectionately,dragging in the streets their unique loves. Scourge them with roses only, be light as helium,for always to one, or several, morning comeswhose head has fallen over the edge of his bed, whose face is turned so that the image ofthe city grows down into his open eyesinverted and distorted. No. I mean distorted and revealed, if he sees it at all."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27692"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27692, ""poem.id"": 27692, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Giant Toad"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great beauty, even so. They see too much, above, below. And yet, there is not much to see. The rain has stopped. The mist is gathering on my skin in drops. The drops run down my back, run from the corners of my downturned mouth, run down my sides and drip beneathmy belly. Perhaps the droplets on my mottled hide are pretty,like dewdrops, silver on a moldering leaf? They chill me through and through. I feel my colors changing now, my pig-ments gradually shudder and shift over. Now I shall get beneath that overhanging ledge. Slowly. Hop. Two or three times more, silently. That was too far. I'm standing up. The lichen's gray, and rough to my front feet. Get down. Turn facing out, it's safer. Don't breathe until the snail gets by. But we go travelling the same weathers. Swallow the air and mouthfuls of cold mist. Give voice, just once. O how it echoed from the rock! What a profound, angelic bell I rang! I live, I breathe, by swallowing. Once, some naughty children picked me up, me and two brothers. They set us down again somewhere and in our mouths they put lit cigarettes. We could not help but smoke them, to the end. I thought it was the death of me, but when I was entirely filled with smoke, when my slack mouth was burning, and all my tripes were hot and dry, they let us go. But I was sick for days. I have big shoulders, like a boxer. They are not muscle, however, and their color is dark. They are my sacs of poison, the almost unused poison that I bear, my burden and my great responsibility. Big wings of poison, folded on my back. Beware,I am an angel in disguise; my wings are evil, but not deadly. If I will it, the poison could break through, blue-black, and dangerous to all. Blue-black fumes would rise upon the air. Beware, you frivolous crab."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27693"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27693, ""poem.id"": 27693, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Poem"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27694"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27694, ""poem.id"": 27694, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Letter To N.Y."", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27695"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27695, ""poem.id"": 27695, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:48:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Casabianca"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27696"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27696, ""poem.id"": 27696, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:02"", ""poem.title"": ""Arrival At Santos"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped and--who knows?--self-pitying mountains, sad and harsh beneath their frivolous greenery,with a little church on top of one. And warehouses,some of them painted a feeble pink, or blue, and some tall, uncertain palms. Oh, tourist,is this how this country is going to answer youand your immodest demands for a different world, and a better life, and complete comprehensionof both at last, and immediately, after eighteen days of suspension?Finish your breakfast. The tender is coming, a strange and ancient craft, flying a strange and brilliant rag. So that's the flag. I never saw it before. I somehow never thought of there being a flag,but of course there was, all along. And coins, I presume,and paper money; they remain to be seen. And gingerly now we climb down the ladder backward, myself and a fellow passenger named Miss Breen,descending into the midst of twenty-six freighterswaiting to be loaded with green coffee beaus.Please, boy, do be more careful with that boat hook!Watch out! Oh! It has caught Miss Breen'sskirt! There! Miss Breen is about seventy, a retired police lieutenant, six feet tall, with beautiful bright blue eyes and a kind expression.Her home, when she is at home, is in Glens Falls, New York. There. We are settled. The customs officials will speak English, we hope, and leave us our bourbon and cigarettes.Ports are necessities, like postage stamps, or soap,but they seldom seem to care what impression they make, or, like this, only attempt, since it does not matter, the unassertive colors of soap, or postage stamps-- wasting away like the former, slipping the way the latterdo when we mail the letters we wrote on the boat, either because the glue here is very inferior or because of the heat. We leave Santos at once; we are driving to the interior."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27697"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27697, ""poem.id"": 27697, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Five Flights Up"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27698"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27698, ""poem.id"": 27698, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Cape Breton"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""Out on the high \"bird islands,\" Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their backs to the mainland in solemn, uneven lines along the cliff's brown grass-frayed edge, while the few sheep pastured there go \"Baaa, baaa.\" (Sometimes, frightened by aeroplanes, they stampede and fall over into the sea or onto the rocks.) The silken water is weaving and weaving, disappearing under the mist equally in all directions, lifted and penetrated now and then by one shag's dripping serpent-neck, and somewhere the mist incorporates the pulse, rapid but unurgent, of a motor boat. The same mist hangs in thin layers among the valleys and gorges of the mainland like rotting snow-ice sucked away almost to spirit; the ghosts of glaciers drift among those folds and folds of fir: spruce and hackmatack-- dull, dead, deep pea-cock colors, each riser distinguished from the next by an irregular nervous saw-tooth edge, alike, but certain as a stereoscopic view. The wild road clambers along the brink of the coast. On it stand occasional small yellow bulldozers, but without their drivers, because today is Sunday. The little white churches have been dropped into the matted hills like lost quartz arrowheads. The road appears to have been abandoned. Whatever the landscape had of meaning appears to have been abandoned, unless the road is holding it back, in the interior, where we cannot see, where deep lakes are reputed to be, and disused trails and mountains of rock and miles of burnt forests, standing in gray scratches like the admirable scriptures made on stones by stones-- and these regions now have little to say for themselves except in thousands of light song-sparrow songs floating upward freely, dispassionately, through the mist, and meshing in brown-wet, fine torn fish-nets. A small bus comes along, in up-and-down rushes, packed with people, even to its step. (On weekdays with groceries, spare automobile parts, and pump parts, but today only two preachers extra, one carrying his frock coat on a hanger.) It passes the closed roadside stand, the closed schoolhouse, where today no flag is flying from the rough-adzed pole topped with a white china doorknob. It stops, and a man carrying a bay gets off, climbs over a stile, and goes down through a small steep meadow, which establishes its poverty in a snowfall of daisies, to his invisible house beside the water. The birds keep on singing, a calf bawls, the bus starts. The thin mist follows the white mutations of its dream; an ancient chill is rippling the dark brooks."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27699"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27699, ""poem.id"": 27699, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Sandpiper"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27700"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27700, ""poem.id"": 27700, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:17"", ""poem.title"": ""The Moose"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""For Grace Bulmer BowersFrom narrow provincesof fish and bread and tea,home of the long tideswhere the bay leaves the seatwice a day and takesthe herrings long rides,where if the riverenters or retreatsin a wall of brown foamdepends on if it meetsthe bay coming in,the bay not at home;where, silted red,sometimes the sun setsfacing a red sea,and others, veins the flats'lavender, rich mudin burning rivulets;on red, gravelly roads,down rows of sugar maples,past clapboard farmhousesand neat, clapboard churches,bleached, ridged as clamshells,past twin silver birches,through late afternoona bus journeys west,the windshield flashing pink,pink glancing off of metal,brushing the dented flankof blue, beat-up enamel;down hollows, up rises,and waits, patient, whilea lone traveller giveskisses and embracesto seven relativesand a collie supervises.Goodbye to the elms,to the farm, to the dog.The bus starts. The lightgrows richer; the fog,shifting, salty, thin,comes closing in.Its cold, round crystalsform and slide and settlein the white hens' feathers,in gray glazed cabbages,on the cabbage rosesand lupins like apostles;the sweet peas clingto their wet white stringon the whitewashed fences;bumblebees creepinside the foxgloves,and evening commences.One stop at Bass River.Then the EconomiesLower, Middle, Upper;Five Islands, Five Houses,where a woman shakes a tableclothout after supper.A pale flickering. Gone.The Tantramar marshesand the smell of salt hay.An iron bridge tremblesand a loose plank rattlesbut doesn't give way.On the left, a red lightswims through the dark:a ship's port lantern.Two rubber boots show,illuminated, solemn.A dog gives one bark.A woman climbs inwith two market bags,brisk, freckled, elderly.\"A grand night. Yes, sir,all the way to Boston.\"She regards us amicably.Moonlight as we enterthe New Brunswick woods,hairy, scratchy, splintery;moonlight and mistcaught in them like lamb's woolon bushes in a pasture.The passengers lie back.Snores. Some long sighs.A dreamy divagationbegins in the night,a gentle, auditory,slow hallucination. . . .In the creakings and noises,an old conversation--not concerning us,but recognizable, somewhere,back in the bus:Grandparents' voicesuninterruptedlytalking, in Eternity:names being mentioned,things cleared up finally;what he said, what she said,who got pensioned;deaths, deaths and sicknesses;the year he remarried;the year (something) happened.She died in childbirth.That was the son lostwhen the schooner foundered.He took to drink. Yes.She went to the bad.When Amos began to prayeven in the store andfinally the family hadto put him away.\"Yes . . .\" that peculiaraffirmative. \"Yes . . .\"A sharp, indrawn breath,half groan, half acceptance,that means \"Life's like that.We know it (also death).\"Talking the way they talkedin the old featherbed,peacefully, on and on,dim lamplight in the hall,down in the kitchen, the dogtucked in her shawl.Now, it's all right noweven to fall asleepjust as on all those nights.--Suddenly the bus driverstops with a jolt,turns off his lights.A moose has come out ofthe impenetrable woodand stands there, looms, rather,in the middle of the road.It approaches; it sniffs atthe bus's hot hood.Towering, antlerless,high as a church,homely as a house(or, safe as houses).A man's voice assures us\"Perfectly harmless. . . .\"Some of the passengersexclaim in whispers,childishly, softly,\"Sure are big creatures.\"\"It's awful plain.\"\"Look! It's a she!\"Taking her time,she looks the bus over,grand, otherworldly.Why, why do we feel(we all feel) this sweetsensation of joy?\"Curious creatures,\"says our quiet driver,rolling his r's.\"Look at that, would you.\"Then he shifts gears.For a moment longer,by craning backward,the moose can be seenon the moonlit macadam;then there's a dimsmell of moose, an acridsmell of gasoline."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27701"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27701, ""poem.id"": 27701, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:19"", ""poem.title"": ""Questions Of Travel"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion, turning to waterfalls under our very eyes. - For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains, aren't waterfalls yet, in a quick age or so, as ages go here, they probably will be. But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling, the mountains look like the hulls of capsized ships, slime-hung and barnacled. Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, inexplicable and impenetrable, at any view, instantly seen and always, always delightful? Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm? But surely it would have been a pity not to have seen the trees along this road, really exaggerated in their beauty, not to have seen them gesturing like noble pantomimists, robed in pink. - Not to have had to stop for gas and heard the sad, two-noted, wooden tune of disparate wooden clogs carelessly clacking over a grease-stained filling-station floor. (In another country the clogs would all be tested. Each pair there would have identical pitch.) - A pity not to have heard the other, less primitive music of the fat brown bird who sings above the broken gasoline pump in a bamboo church of Jesuit baroque: three towers, five silver crosses. - Yes, a pity not to have pondered, blurr'dly and inconclusively, on what connection can exist for centuries between the crudest wooden footwear and, careful and finicky, the whittled fantasies of wooden cages - Never to have studied history in the weak calligraphy of songbirds' cages. - And never to have had to listen to rain so much like politicians' speeches: two hours of unrelenting oratory and then a sudden golden silence in which the traveller takes a notebook, writes: 'Is it lack of imagination that makes us come to imagined places, not just stay at home? Or could Pascal have been not entirely right about just sitting quietly in one's room? Continent, city, country, society: the choice is never wide and never free. And here, or there... No. Should we have stayed at home, wherever that may be? '"", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27702"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27702, ""poem.id"": 27702, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:23"", ""poem.title"": ""Argument"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27703"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27703, ""poem.id"": 27703, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Conversation"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27704"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27704, ""poem.id"": 27704, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Chemin De Fer"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27705"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27705, ""poem.id"": 27705, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:39"", ""poem.title"": ""Filling Station"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27706"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27706, ""poem.id"": 27706, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:40"", ""poem.title"": ""First Death In Nova Scotia"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27707"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27707, ""poem.id"": 27707, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Exchanging Hats"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27708"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27708, ""poem.id"": 27708, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:45"", ""poem.title"": ""A Summer’s Dream"", ""poem.date"": ""4/7/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27709"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27709, ""poem.id"": 27709, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:52"", ""poem.title"": ""At The Fishhouses"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""Although it is a cold evening,down by one of the fishhousesan old man sits netting,his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,a dark purple-brown,and his shuttle worn and polished.The air smells so strong of codfishit makes one's nose run and one's eyes water.The five fishhouses have steeply peaked roofsand narrow, cleated gangplanks slant upto storerooms in the gablesfor the wheelbarrows to be pushed up and down on.All is silver: the heavy surface of the sea,swelling slowly as if considering spilling over,is opaque, but the silver of the benches,the lobster pots, and masts, scatteredamong the wild jagged rocks,is of an apparent translucencelike the small old buildings with an emerald mossgrowing on their shoreward walls.The big fish tubs are completely linedwith layers of beautiful herring scalesand the wheelbarrows are similarly plasteredwith creamy iridescent coats of mail,with small iridescent flies crawling on them.Up on the little slope behind the houses,set in the sparse bright sprinkle of grass,is an ancient wooden capstan,cracked, with two long bleached handlesand some melancholy stains, like dried blood,where the ironwork has rusted.The old man accepts a Lucky Strike.He was a friend of my grandfather.We talk of the decline in the populationand of codfish and herringwhile he waits for a herring boat to come in.There are sequins on his vest and on his thumb.He has scraped the scales, the principal beauty,from unnumbered fish with that black old knife,the blade of which is almost worn away.Down at the water's edge, at the placewhere they haul up the boats, up the long rampdescending into the water, thin silvertree trunks are laid horizontallyacross the gray stones, down and downat intervals of four or five feet.Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,element bearable to no mortal,to fish and to seals . . . One seal particularlyI have seen here evening after evening.He was curious about me. He was interested in music;like me a believer in total immersion,so I used to sing him Baptist hymns.I also sang \"A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.\"He stood up in the water and regarded mesteadily, moving his head a little.Then he would disappear, then suddenly emergealmost in the same spot, with a sort of shrugas if it were against his better judgment.Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,the clear gray icy water . . . Back, behind us,the dignified tall firs begin.Bluish, associating with their shadows,a million Christmas trees standwaiting for Christmas. The water seems suspendedabove the rounded gray and blue-gray stones.I have seen it over and over, the same sea, the same,slightly, indifferently swinging above the stones,icily free above the stones,above the stones and then the world.If you should dip your hand in,your wrist would ache immediately,your bones would begin to ache and your hand would burnas if the water were a transmutation of firethat feeds on stones and burns with a dark gray flame.If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter,then briny, then surely burn your tongue.It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,drawn from the cold hard mouthof the world, derived from the rocky breastsforever, flowing and drawn, and sinceour knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27710"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27710, ""poem.id"": 27710, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:49:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Anaphora"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27711"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27711, ""poem.id"": 27711, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:02"", ""poem.title"": ""A Prodigal"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27712"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27712, ""poem.id"": 27712, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:05"", ""poem.title"": ""Insomnia"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27713"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27713, ""poem.id"": 27713, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Florida"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""The state with the prettiest name,the state that floats in brackish water,held together by mangrave rootsthat bear while living oysters in clusters, and when dead strew white swamps with skeletons, dotted as if bombarded, with green hummockslike ancient cannon-balls sprouting grass. The state full of long S-shaped birds, blue and white,and unseen hysterical birds who rush up the scaleevery time in a tantrum.Tanagers embarrassed by their flashiness,and pelicans whose delight it is to clown;who coast for fun on the strong tidal currentsin and out among the mangrove islandsand stand on the sand-bars drying their damp gold wingson sun-lit evenings.Enormous turtles, helpless and mild,die and leave their barnacled shells on the beaches,and their large white skulls with round eye-socketstwice the size of a man's.The palm trees clatter in the stiff breezelike the bills of the pelicans. The tropical rain comes downto freshen the tide-looped strings of fading shells:Job's Tear, the Chinese Alphabet, the scarce Junonia, parti-colored pectins and Ladies' Ears,arranged as on a gray rag of rotted calico, the buried Indian Princess's skirt;with these the monotonous, endless, sagging coast-lineis delicately ornamented.Thirty or more buzzards are drifting down, down, down,over something they have spotted in the swamp,in circles like stirred-up flakes of sedimentsinking through water.Smoke from woods-fires filters fine blue solvents.On stumps and dead trees the charring is like black velvet.The mosquitoesgo hunting to the tune of their ferocious obbligatos.After dark, the fireflies map the heavens in the marshuntil the moon rises.Cold white, not bright, the moonlight is coarse-meshed,and the careless, corrupt state is all black speckstoo far apart, and ugly whites; the poorestpost-card of itself.After dark, the pools seem to have slipped away.The alligator, who has five distinct calls:friendliness, love, mating, war, and a warning--whimpers and speaks in the throatof the Indian Princess."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27714"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27714, ""poem.id"": 27714, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:13"", ""poem.title"": ""Sestina"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27715"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27715, ""poem.id"": 27715, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:14"", ""poem.title"": ""In The Waiting Room"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""In Worcester, Massachusetts,I went with Aunt Consueloto keep her dentist's appointmentand sat and waited for herin the dentist's waiting room.It was winter. It got darkearly. The waiting roomwas full of grown-up people,arctics and overcoats,lamps and magazines.My aunt was insidewhat seemed like a long timeand while I waited and readthe National Geographic(I could read) and carefullystudied the photographs:the inside of a volcano,black, and full of ashes;then it was spilling overin rivulets of fire.Osa and Martin Johnsondressed in riding breeches,laced boots, and pith helmets.A dead man slung on a pole\"Long Pig,\" the caption said.Babies with pointed headswound round and round with string;black, naked women with neckswound round and round with wirelike the necks of light bulbs.Their breasts were horrifying.I read it right straight through.I was too shy to stop.And then I looked at the cover:the yellow margins, the date.Suddenly, from inside,came an oh! of pain--Aunt Consuelo's voice--not very loud or long.I wasn't at all surprised;even then I knew she wasa foolish, timid woman.I might have been embarrassed,but wasn't. What took mecompletely by surprisewas that it was me:my voice, in my mouth.Without thinking at allI was my foolish aunt,I--we--were falling, falling,our eyes glued to the coverof the National Geographic,February, 1918.I said to myself: three daysand you'll be seven years old.I was saying it to stopthe sensation of falling offthe round, turning world.into cold, blue-black space.But I felt: you are an I,you are an Elizabeth,you are one of them.Why should you be one, too?I scarcely dared to lookto see what it was I was.I gave a sidelong glance--I couldn't look any higher--at shadowy gray knees,trousers and skirts and bootsand different pairs of handslying under the lamps.I knew that nothing strangerhad ever happened, that nothingstranger could ever happen.Why should I be my aunt,or me, or anyone?What similaritiesboots, hands, the family voiceI felt in my throat, or eventhe National Geographicand those awful hanging breastsheld us all togetheror made us all just one?How I didn't know anyword for it how \"unlikely\". . .How had I come to be here,like them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn't?The waiting room was brightand too hot. It was slidingbeneath a big black wave,another, and another.Then I was back in it.The War was on. Outside,in Worcester, Massachusetts,were night and slush and cold,and it was still the fifthof February, 1918."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27716"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27716, ""poem.id"": 27716, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:18"", ""poem.title"": ""A Miracle For Breakfast"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be served from a certain balcony --like kings of old, or like a miracle. It was still dark. One foot of the sun steadied itself on a long ripple in the river. The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river. It was so cold we hoped that the coffee would be very hot, seeing that the sun was not going to warm us; and that the crumb would be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle. At seven a man stepped out on the balcony. He stood for a minute alone on the balcony looking over our heads toward the river. A servant handed him the makings of a miracle, consisting of one lone cup of coffee and one roll, which he proceeded to crumb, his head, so to speak, in the clouds--along with the sun. Was the man crazy? What under the sun was he trying to do, up there on his balcony! Each man received one rather hard crumb, which some flicked scornfully into the river, and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee. Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle. I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle. A beautiful villa stood in the sun and from its doors came the smell of hot coffee. In front, a baroque white plaster balcony added by birds, who nest along the river, --I saw it with one eye close to the crumb-- and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb my mansion, made for me by a miracle, through ages, by insects, birds, and the river working the stone. Every day, in the sun, at breakfast time I sit on my balcony with my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee. We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee. A window across the river caught the sun as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27717"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27717, ""poem.id"": 27717, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:22"", ""poem.title"": ""The Fish"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""I caught a tremendous fishand held him beside the boathalf out of water, with my hookfast in a corner of his mouth.He didn't fight.He hadn't fought at all.He hung a grunting weight,battered and venerableand homely. Here and therehis brown skin hung in stripslike ancient wallpaper,and its pattern of darker brownwas like wallpaper:shapes like full-blown rosesstained and lost through age.He was speckled with barnacles,fine rosettes of lime,and infestedwith tiny white sea-lice,and underneath two or threerags of green weed hung down.While his gills were breathing inthe terrible oxygen- the frightening gills,fresh and crisp with blood,that can cut so badly- I thought of the coarse white fleshpacked in like feathers,the big bones and the little bones,the dramatic reds and blacksof his shiny entrails,and the pink swim-bladderlike a big peony.I looked into his eyeswhich were far larger than minebut shallower, and yellowed,the irises backed and packedwith tarnished tinfoilseen through the lensesof old scratched isinglass.They shifted a little, but notto return my stare.- It was more like the tippingof an object toward the light.I admired his sullen face,the mechanism of his jaw,and then I sawthat from his lower lip- if you could call it a lipgrim, wet, and weaponlike,hung five old pieces of fish-line,or four and a wire leaderwith the swivel still attached,with all their five big hooksgrown firmly in his mouth.A green line, frayed at the endwhere he broke it, two heavier lines,and a fine black threadstill crimped from the strain and snapwhen it broke and he got away.Like medals with their ribbonsfrayed and wavering,a five-haired beard of wisdomtrailing from his aching jaw.I stared and staredand victory filled upthe little rented boat,from the pool of bilgewhere oil had spread a rainbowaround the rusted engineto the bailer rusted orange,the sun-cracked thwarts,the oarlocks on their strings,the gunnels- until everythingwas rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go."", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27718"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27718, ""poem.id"": 27718, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:25"", ""poem.title"": ""I Am In Need Of Music"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" }, ""27719"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27719, ""poem.id"": 27719, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:50:32"", ""poem.title"": ""One Art"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Elizabeth Bishop"" } }" 105,"2018-02-28 05:26:30","Ted Hughes","{ ""2067"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2067, ""poem.id"": 2067, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-02-28 05:35:35"", ""poem.title"": ""The Child Is Father To The Man"", ""poem.date"": ""2/20/2015"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": """" }, ""2068"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2068, ""poem.id"": 2068, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-02-28 05:35:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Macaw And Little Miss"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": 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""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": """" }, ""2093"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2093, ""poem.id"": 2093, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-02-28 05:35:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Hawk Roosting"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": """" }, ""2094"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2094, ""poem.id"": 2094, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-02-28 05:35:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Wind"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": """" }, ""2095"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2095, ""poem.id"": 2095, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-02-28 05:35:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Lovesong"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": """" } }" 106,"2018-02-28 21:02:12","Thomas Hardy","{ ""2096"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2096, ""poem.id"": 2096, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:49:25"", ""poem.title"": ""The Choirmaster's Burial"", ""poem.date"": ""5/3/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""He often would ask usThat, when he died,After playing so manyTo their last rest,If out of us anyShould here abide,And it would not task us,We would with our lutesPlay over himBy his grave-brimThe psalm he liked best—The one whose sense suits'Mount Ephraim'—And perhaps we should seemTo him, in Death's dream,Like the seraphim.As soon as I knewThat his spirit was goneI thought this his due,And spoke thereupon.'I think', said the vicar,'A read service quickerThan viols out-of-doorsIn these frosts and hoars.That old-fashioned wayRequires a fine day,And it seems to meIt had better not be.'Hence, that afternoon,Though never knew heThat his wish could not be,To get through it fasterThey buried the masterWithout any tune.But 'twas said that, whenAt the dead of next nightThe vicar looked out,There struck on his kenThronged roundabout,Where the frost was grayingThe headstoned grass,A band all in whiteLike the saints in church-glass,Singing and playingThe ancient staveBy the choirmaster's grave.Such the tenor man toldWhen he had grown old."", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas 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II (NEW STYLE)We stand in the dusk of a pine-tree limb,As if to give ear to the muffled peal,Brought or withheld at the breeze's whim;But our truest heed is to words that stealFrom the mantled ghost that looms in the gray,And seems, so far as our sense can see,To feature bereaved Humanity,As it sighs to the imminent year its say:—\"O stay without, O stay without,Calm comely Youth, untasked, untired;Though stars irradiate thee aboutThy entrance here is undesired.Open the gate not, mystic one; Must we avow what we would close confine? With thee, good friend, we would have converse none,Albeit the fault may not be thine.\"December 31. During the War."", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2098"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2098, ""poem.id"": 2098, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:49:37"", ""poem.title"": ""Before Marching and After"", ""poem.date"": ""8/31/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Orion swung southward aslant Where the starved Egdon pine-trees had thinned, The Pleiads aloft seemed to pant With the heather that twitched in the wind;But he looked on indifferent to sights such as these,Unswayed by love, friendship, home joy or home sorrow,And wondered to what he would march on the morrow. The crazed household-clock with its whirr Rang midnight within as he stood, He heard the low sighing of her Who had striven from his birth for his good;But he still only asked the spring starlight, the breeze,What great thing or small thing his history would borrowFrom that Game with Death he would play on the morrow. When the heath wore the robe of late summer, And the fuchsia-bells, hot in the sun, Hung red by the door, a quick comer Brought tidings that marching was doneFor him who had joined in that game overseasWhere Death stood to win, though his name was to borrowA brightness therefrom not to fade on the morrow."", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2099"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2099, ""poem.id"": 2099, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:49:41"", ""poem.title"": ""The Roman Gravemounds"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2100"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2100, ""poem.id"": 2100, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:49:43"", ""poem.title"": ""The Respectable Burgher On \"The Higher Criticism\""", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2101"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2101, ""poem.id"": 2101, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:49:47"", ""poem.title"": ""To A Sea-Cliff"", ""poem.date"": ""3/16/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""(Durlston Head) Lend me an ear While I read you hereA page from your history, Old cliff—not known To your solid stone,Yet yours inseparably. Near to your crown There once sat downA silent listless pair; And the sunset ended, And dark descended,And still the twain sat there. Past your jutting head Then a line-ship sped,Lit brightly as a city; And she sobbed: 'There goes A man who knowsI am his, beyond God's pity! ' He slid apart Who had thought her heartHis own, and not aboard A bark, sea-bound.... That night they foundBetween them lay a sword."", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2102"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2102, ""poem.id"": 2102, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:49:52"", ""poem.title"": ""The Re-Enactment"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2103"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2103, ""poem.id"": 2103, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:49:57"", ""poem.title"": ""The Satin Shoes"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2104"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2104, ""poem.id"": 2104, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:49:59"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sun On The Bookcase"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2105"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2105, ""poem.id"": 2105, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:02"", ""poem.title"": ""New Year's Eve"", ""poem.date"": ""12/10/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""\"I have finished another year,\" said God, \"In grey, green, white, and brown;I have strewn the leaf upon the sod,Sealed up the worm within the clod, And let the last sun down.\"\"And what's the good of it?\" I said. \"What reasons made you callFrom formless void this earth we tread,When nine-and-ninety can be read Why nought should be at all?\"Yea, Sire; why shaped you us, ‘who in This tabernacle groan'—If ever a joy be found herein,Such joy no man had wished to win If he had never known!\"Then he: \"My labours—logicless— You may explain; not I:Sense-sealed I have wrought, without a guessThat I evolved a Consciousness To ask for reasons why.\"Strange that ephemeral creatures who By my own ordering are,Should see the shortness of my view,Use ethic tests I never knew, Or made provision for!\"He sank to raptness as of yore, And opening New Year's DayWove it by rote as theretofore,And went on working evermore In his unweeting way."", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2106"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2106, ""poem.id"": 2106, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:08"", ""poem.title"": ""Rain on a Grave"", ""poem.date"": ""7/14/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Clouds spout upon her Their waters amain In ruthless disdain, -Her who but lately Had shivered with painAs at touch of dishonourIf there had lit on herSo coldly, so straightly Such arrows of rain:One who to shelter Her delicate headWould quicken and quicken Each tentative treadIf drops chanced to pelt her That summertime spills In dust-paven rillsWhen thunder-clouds thicken And birds close their bills.Would that I lay there And she were housed here!Or better, togetherWere folded away thereExposed to one weatherWe both, - who would stray thereWhen sunny the day there, Or evening was clear At the prime of the year.Soon will be growing Green blades from her mound,And daisies be showing Like stars on the ground,Till she form part of them -Ay - the sweet heart of them,Loved beyond measureWith a child's pleasure All her life's round."", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2107"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2107, ""poem.id"": 2107, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:10"", ""poem.title"": ""The Spell Of The Rose"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2108"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2108, ""poem.id"": 2108, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:13"", ""poem.title"": ""We Are Getting To The End"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2109"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2109, ""poem.id"": 2109, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Pity Of It"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2110"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2110, ""poem.id"": 2110, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:21"", ""poem.title"": ""V.R. 1819-1901, A Reverie"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2111"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2111, ""poem.id"": 2111, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:25"", ""poem.title"": ""The Recalcitrants"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2112"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2112, ""poem.id"": 2112, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:32"", ""poem.title"": ""The Slow Nature"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2113"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2113, ""poem.id"": 2113, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:37"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sleep-Worker"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2114"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2114, ""poem.id"": 2114, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:40"", ""poem.title"": ""The Supplanter: A Tale"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2115"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2115, ""poem.id"": 2115, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:44"", ""poem.title"": ""The West-Of-Wessex Girl"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2116"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2116, ""poem.id"": 2116, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:47"", ""poem.title"": ""The Telegram"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2117"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2117, ""poem.id"": 2117, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:50:54"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wistful Lady"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2118"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2118, ""poem.id"": 2118, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:00"", ""poem.title"": ""The Stranger's Song"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2119"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2119, ""poem.id"": 2119, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Welcome Home"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2120"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2120, ""poem.id"": 2120, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:07"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sacrilege: (A Ballad-Tragedy)"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2121"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2121, ""poem.id"": 2121, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:12"", ""poem.title"": ""The Rambler"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2122"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2122, ""poem.id"": 2122, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:18"", ""poem.title"": ""The Woman In The Rye"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2123"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2123, ""poem.id"": 2123, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:22"", ""poem.title"": ""The Problem"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2124"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2124, ""poem.id"": 2124, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:44"", ""poem.title"": ""To Meet, Or Otherwise"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2125"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2125, ""poem.id"": 2125, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:48"", ""poem.title"": ""Thought Of Ph---A At News Of Her Death"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2126"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2126, ""poem.id"": 2126, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:54"", ""poem.title"": ""The Selfsame Song"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2127"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2127, ""poem.id"": 2127, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:51:57"", ""poem.title"": ""The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2128"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2128, ""poem.id"": 2128, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:52:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Valenciennes"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2129"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2129, ""poem.id"": 2129, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:52:11"", ""poem.title"": ""V.R. 1819-1901 (A Reverie.)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2130"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2130, ""poem.id"": 2130, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:52:14"", ""poem.title"": ""The Two Soldiers"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2131"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2131, ""poem.id"": 2131, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:52:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Tolerance"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2132"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2132, ""poem.id"": 2132, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:52:27"", ""poem.title"": ""The Sun On The Bookcase"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""2133"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2133, ""poem.id"": 2133, 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Two Men"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""27849"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27849, ""poem.id"": 27849, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:52:42"", ""poem.title"": ""The Master And The Leaves"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""27850"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27850, ""poem.id"": 27850, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:52:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Song Of The Soldiers"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""27851"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27851, ""poem.id"": 27851, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:52:54"", ""poem.title"": ""I Was Not He"", ""poem.date"": ""4/10/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""27852"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 27852, ""poem.id"": 27852, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 15:52:57"", ""poem.title"": ""She, To Him, I"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": 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""28078"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28078, ""poem.id"": 28078, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:16"", ""poem.title"": ""During Wind And Rain"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28079"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28079, ""poem.id"": 28079, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:20"", ""poem.title"": ""God's Funeral"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28080"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28080, ""poem.id"": 28080, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:26"", ""poem.title"": ""I Look Into My Glass"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28081"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28081, ""poem.id"": 28081, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28082"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28082, ""poem.id"": 28082, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:34"", ""poem.title"": ""The Convergence Of The Twain"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28083"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28083, ""poem.id"": 28083, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:39"", ""poem.title"": ""[greek Title]"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28084"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28084, ""poem.id"": 28084, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:42"", ""poem.title"": ""A Commonplace Day"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28085"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28085, ""poem.id"": 28085, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:45"", ""poem.title"": ""A Confession To A Friend In Trouble"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28086"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28086, ""poem.id"": 28086, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:50"", ""poem.title"": ""In Time Of 'The Breaking Of Nations'"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28087"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28087, ""poem.id"": 28087, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:09:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Neutral Tones"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28088"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28088, ""poem.id"": 28088, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:10:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Afterwards"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28089"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28089, ""poem.id"": 28089, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:10:06"", ""poem.title"": ""Hap"", ""poem.date"": ""12/31/2002"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28090"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28090, ""poem.id"": 28090, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:10:10"", ""poem.title"": ""A Wasted Illness"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28091"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28091, ""poem.id"": 28091, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:10:17"", ""poem.title"": ""A Thunderstorm In Town"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28092"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28092, ""poem.id"": 28092, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:10:23"", ""poem.title"": ""A Wife In London (December, 1899)"", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28093"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28093, ""poem.id"": 28093, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:10:29"", ""poem.title"": ""A Christmas Ghost Story."", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Thomas Hardy"" }, ""28094"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28094, ""poem.id"": 28094, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:10:33"", ""poem.title"": ""\"I Have Lived With Shades\""", ""poem.date"": ""1/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": ""I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft I went mankind among, That sometimes they In their dim style Will pause awhile To hear my say; II And take me by the hand, And lead me through their rooms In the To-be, where Dooms Half-wove and shapeless stand: And show from there The dwindled dust And rot and rust Of things that were. 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Two Armies"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2202"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2202, ""poem.id"": 2202, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:56:58"", ""poem.title"": ""The Valley Of Fear"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2203"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2203, ""poem.id"": 2203, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:57:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Theory And Practice"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2204"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2204, ""poem.id"": 2204, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:57:10"", ""poem.title"": ""They Shall Not Win"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2205"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2205, ""poem.id"": 2205, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:57:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Three Souls"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2206"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2206, ""poem.id"": 2206, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:57:21"", ""poem.title"": ""Pain's Proof"", ""poem.date"": ""4/9/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""I think men's great capacity for painProves his immortal birthright. I am sureNo merely human mind could bear the strainOf some tremendous sorrows we endure. Art's most ingenious breastworks fail at length,Beat by the mighty billows of the sea;Only the God-formed shores possess the strengthTo stand before their onslaughts, and not flee. The structure that we build with careful toil,The tempest lays in ruins in an hour;While some grand tree that springs forth from the soilIs bended but not broken by its power. Unless our souls had root in soil divineWe could not bear earth's overwhelming strife.The fiercest pain that racks this heart of mine,Convinces me of everlasting life."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2207"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2207, ""poem.id"": 2207, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:57:28"", ""poem.title"": ""The Tiger"", ""poem.date"": ""5/8/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""In the still jungle of the senses layA tiger soundly sleeping, till one dayA bold young hunter chanced to come that way. 'How calm,' he said, 'that splendid creature lies,I long to rouse him into swift surprise!'The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes, And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns. He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate- Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late. Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,The wakened tiger will not sleep again."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2208"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2208, ""poem.id"": 2208, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:57:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Regret"", ""poem.date"": ""6/22/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""There is a haunting phantom called Regret,A shadowy creature robed somewhat like woe,But fairer in the face, whom all men knowBy her said mien, and eyes forever wet.No heart would seek her; but once having metAll take her by the hand, and to and froThey wander through those paths of long ago- Those hallowed ways 'twere wiser to forget. One day she led me to that lost land's gateAnd bade me enter; but I answered 'No!I will pass on with my bold comrade Fate;I have no tears to waste on thee- no time- My strength I hoard for heights I hope to climb,No friend art thou, for souls that would be great.'"", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2209"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2209, ""poem.id"": 2209, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:57:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Twin-Born"", ""poem.date"": ""8/10/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""He who possesses virtue at its best,Or greatness in the true sense of the word,Has one day started even with that herdWhose swift feet now speed, but at sin's behest.It is the same force in the human breastWhich makes men gods or demons. If we girdThose strong emotions by which we are stirredWith might of will and purpose, heights unguessedShall dawn for us; or if we give them swayWe can sink down and consort with the lost.All virtue is worth just the price it cost.Black sin is oft white truth, that missed its way,And wandered off in paths not understood.Twin-born I hold great evil and great good."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2210"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2210, ""poem.id"": 2210, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:57:59"", ""poem.title"": ""New Year: A Dialogue"", ""poem.date"": ""12/10/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""MORTAL: \"The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear; Who is it knocking at my door?\"THE NEW YEAR: \"I am Good Cheer.\"MORTAL: \"Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope. What seek you here?\"THE NEW YEAR: \"Friend, let me in; my name is Hope.\"MORTAL: \"And mine is Failure; you but mock the life you seek to bless. Pass on.\"THE NEW YEAR: \"Nay, open wide the door; I am Success.\"MORTAL: \"But I am ill and spent with pain; too late has come your wealth. I cannot use it.\"THE NEW YEAR: \"Listen, friend; I am Good Health.\"MORTAL: \"Now, wide I fling my door. Come in, and your fair statements prove.\"THE NEW YEAR: \"But you must open, too, your heart, for I am Love.\""", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2211"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2211, ""poem.id"": 2211, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:58:28"", ""poem.title"": ""New Year"", ""poem.date"": ""12/29/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""I saw on the hills of the morning,The form of the New Year arise,He stood like a statue adorningTHe world with a background of skies.There were courage and grace in his beautiful face,And hope in his glorious eyes. 'I come from Time's boundless forever,'He said, with a voice like a song.'I come as a friend to endeavor,I come as a foe to all wrong.To the sad and afraid I bring promise of aid,And the weak I will gird and make strong. 'I bring you more blessings than terrors,I bring you more sunlight than gloom,I tear out your page of old errors,And hide them away in Time's tomb.I reach you clean hands, and lead on to the landsWhere the lilies of peace are in bloom."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2212"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2212, ""poem.id"": 2212, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:58:33"", ""poem.title"": ""New Year (II)"", ""poem.date"": ""12/29/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""As the old year sinks down in Time's ocean,Stand ready to launch with the new,And waste no regrets, no emotion,As the masts and the spars pass from view.Weep not if some treasures go under,And sink in the rotten ship's hold,That blithe bonny barque sailing yonderMay bring you more wealth than the old. For the world is forever improving,All the past is not worth one today,And whatever deserves our true loving,Is stronger than death or decay.Old love, was it wasted devotion?Old friends, where they weak or untrue?Well, let them sink there in mid ocean,And gaily sail on to the new. Throw overboard toil misdirected,Throw overboard ill-advised hope.With aims which, your soul has detected,Have self as their centre and scope.Throw overboard useless regrettingFor deeds which you cannot undo,And learn the great art of forgettingOld things which embitter the new. Sing who will of dead years departed,I shroud them and bid them adieu,And the song that I sing, happy-hearted,Is a song of the glorious new."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2213"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2213, ""poem.id"": 2213, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:58:36"", ""poem.title"": ""War Mothers"", ""poem.date"": ""1/7/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""There is something in the sound of drum and fifeThat stirs all the savage instincts into life. In the old times of peace we went our ways,Through proper daysOf little joys and tasks. Lonely at times,When from the steeple sounded wedding chimes,Telling to all the world some maid was wife—But taking patiently our part in lifeAs it was portioned us by Church and State,Believing it our fate. Our thoughts all chasteHeld yet a secret wish to love and mate Ere youth and virtue should go quite to waste.But men we criticised for lack of strength,And kept them at arm's length.Then the war came—The world was all aflame!The men we had thought dull and void of powerWere heroes in an hour.He who had seemed a slave to petty greedShowed masterful in that great time of need.He who had plotted for his neighbour's pelf,Now for his fellows offers up himself.And we were only women, forced by warTo sacrifice the things worth living for. Something within us broke, Something within us woke, The wild cave-woman spoke. When we heard the sound of drumming, As our soldiers went to camp, Heard them tramp, tramp, tramp;As we watched to see them coming, And they looked at us and smiled (Yes, looked back at us and smiled),As they filed along by hillock and by hollow, Then our hearts were so beguiled That, for many and many a day, We dreamed we heard them say,'Oh, follow, follow, follow!' And the distant, rolling drum Called us 'Come, come, come!' Till our virtue seemed a thing to give away. War had swept ten thousand years away from earth. We were primal once again. There were males, not modern men;We were females meant to bring their sons to birth. And we could not wait for any formal rite, We could hear them calling to us, 'Come to-night;For to-morrow, at the dawn,We move on!' And the drum Bellowed, 'Come, come, come!'And the fifeWhistled, 'Life, life, life!' So they moved on and fought and bled and died;Honoured and mourned, they are the nation's pride.We fought our battles, too, but with the tideOf our red blood, we gave the world new lives.Because we were not wivesWe are dishonoured. Is it noble, then,To break God's laws only by killing menTo save one's country from destruction?We took no man's life but gave our chastity,And sinned the ancient sinTo plant young trees and fill felled forests in. Oh, clergy of the land,Bible in hand,All reverently you stand, On holy thoughts intent While barren wives receive the sacrament!Had you the open visions you could see Phantoms of infants murdered in the womb, Who never knew a cradle or a tomb,Hovering about these wives accusingly. Bestow the sacrament! Their sins are not well known—Ours to the four winds of the earth are blown."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2214"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2214, ""poem.id"": 2214, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:58:43"", ""poem.title"": ""The Soul's Farewell to the Body"", ""poem.date"": ""1/18/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""So we must part forever; and althoughI long have beat my wings and cried to go,Free from your narrow limiting control,Forth into space, the true home of the soul, Yet now, yet now that hour is drawing near,I pause reluctant, finding you so dear.All joys await me in the realm of God- Must you, my comrade, moulder in the sod? I was your captive, yet you were my slave;Your prisoner, yet obedience you gaveTo all my earnest wishes and commands.Now to the worm I leave those willing hands That toiled for me or held the books I read,Those feet that trod where'er I wished to tread,Those arms that clasped my dear ones, and the breastOn which one loved and loving heart found rest, Those lips which my prayers to God have risen,Those eyes that were the windows to my prison.From these, all these, Death's Angel bids me sever;Dear Comrade Body, fare thee well forever! I go to my inheritance, and goWith joy that only the freed soul can know;Yet in my spirit wanderings I trustI may sometimes pause near your sacred dust."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""2215"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2215, ""poem.id"": 2215, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:58:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Flowers of France"", ""poem.date"": ""4/14/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your lives in truth,Give us your sweetness and graceTo brighten the resting-placeOf the flower of manhood and youth,Gone into the dust of the tomb.This is the vast stupendous hour of Time,When nothing counts but sacrifice and faith,Service and self-forgetfulness. SublimeAnd awful are these moments charged with deathAnd red with slaughter. Yet God's purpose thrivesIn all this holocaust of human lives.I say God's purpose thrives. Just in the measureThat men have flung away their lust for gain,Stopped in their mad pursuit of worldly pleasure,And boldly faced unprecedented painAnd dangers, without thinking of the cost,So thrives God's purpose in the holocaust.Death is a little thing: all men must die;But when ideals die, God grieves in Heaven.Therefore I think it was the reason whyThis Armageddon to the world was given.The Soul of man, forgetful of its birth,Was losing sight of everything but earth.Up from these many million graves shall springA shining harvest for the coming race.An Army of Invisibles shall bringA glorified lost faith back to its place.And men shall know there is a higher goalThan earthly triumphs for the human soul.They are not dead-they are not dead, I say,These men whose mortal forms are in the sod.A grand Advance-Guard marching on its way,Their Souls move upwards to salute their God!While to their comrades who are in the strifeThey cry, 'Fight on! Death is the dawn of life.'We had forgotten all the depth and beautyAnd lofty purport of that old true wordDeplaced by pleasure-that old good word duty.Now by its meaning is the whole world stirred.These men died for it; for it, now, we give,And sacrifice, and serve, and toil, and live.From out our hearts had gone a high devotionFor anything. It took a mighty wrathAgainst great evil to wake strong emotion,And put us back upon the righteous path.It took a mingled stream of tears and bloodTo cut the channel through to Brotherhood.That word meant nothing on our lips in peace:We had despoiled it by our castes and classes.But when this savage carnage finds surceaseA new ideal will unite the masses.And there shall be True Brotherhood with men-The Christly Spirit stirring earth again.For this our men have suffered, fought, and died.And we who can but dimly see the endAre guarded by their spirits glorified,Who help us on our way, while they ascend.They are not dead-they are not dead, I say,These men whose graves we decorate to-day.America and France walk hand in hand;As one, their hearts beat through the coming years:One is the aim and purpose of each land,Baptised with holy water of their tears.To-day they worship with one faith, and knowGrief's first Communion in God's House of Woe.Great Liberty, the Goddess at our gates,And great Jeanne d'Arc, are fused into one soul:A host of Angels on that soul awaitsTo lead it up to triumph at the goal.Along the path of Victory they tread,Moves the majestic cort�ge of our dead.Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom-Yea, give us your lives in truth,Give us your sweetness and graceTo brighten the resting-placeOf the flower of manhood and youth,Gone into the dust of the tomb."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28238"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28238, ""poem.id"": 28238, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:03"", ""poem.title"": ""Thou Dost Not Know"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28239"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28239, ""poem.id"": 28239, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:08"", ""poem.title"": ""The Story Of Grumble Tone"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28240"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28240, ""poem.id"": 28240, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:12"", ""poem.title"": ""The Squanderer"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28241"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28241, ""poem.id"": 28241, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Messenger"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28242"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28242, ""poem.id"": 28242, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:21"", ""poem.title"": ""The Jealous Gods"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28243"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28243, ""poem.id"": 28243, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:25"", ""poem.title"": ""The Hen's Complaint"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28244"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28244, ""poem.id"": 28244, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:31"", ""poem.title"": ""The Cry Of The People"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28245"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28245, ""poem.id"": 28245, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:33"", ""poem.title"": ""The Girl Of The U.S.A."", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28246"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28246, ""poem.id"": 28246, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:37"", ""poem.title"": ""The Foolish Elm"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28247"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28247, ""poem.id"": 28247, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:42"", ""poem.title"": ""The Coming Man"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28248"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28248, ""poem.id"": 28248, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:46"", ""poem.title"": ""The Brewer's Dog"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28249"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28249, ""poem.id"": 28249, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Our Lives"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28250"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28250, ""poem.id"": 28250, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:13:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Over The May Hill"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28251"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28251, ""poem.id"": 28251, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Perfectness"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28252"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28252, ""poem.id"": 28252, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:03"", ""poem.title"": ""On Seeing The Diabutsu--At Kamakura, Japan"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28253"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28253, ""poem.id"": 28253, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Only A Simple Rhyme"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28254"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28254, ""poem.id"": 28254, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:09"", ""poem.title"": ""New Year"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28255"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28255, ""poem.id"": 28255, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Now I Lay Me"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28256"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28256, ""poem.id"": 28256, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Old Rhythm And Rhyme"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28257"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28257, ""poem.id"": 28257, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Rangoon"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28258"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28258, ""poem.id"": 28258, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:27"", ""poem.title"": ""Over The Water"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28259"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28259, ""poem.id"": 28259, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Peek-A-Boo"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28260"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28260, ""poem.id"": 28260, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Ten Thousand Men A Day"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28261"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28261, ""poem.id"": 28261, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Speak"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28262"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28262, ""poem.id"": 28262, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:41"", ""poem.title"": ""The Island Of Endless Play"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28263"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28263, ""poem.id"": 28263, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:46"", ""poem.title"": ""The Mother's Prayer"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28264"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28264, ""poem.id"": 28264, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:51"", ""poem.title"": ""The Wheel Of The Breast"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28265"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28265, ""poem.id"": 28265, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Three Women"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28266"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28266, ""poem.id"": 28266, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:14:58"", ""poem.title"": ""The Way To Wonderland"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28267"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28267, ""poem.id"": 28267, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:03"", ""poem.title"": ""The Temperance Army"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28268"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28268, ""poem.id"": 28268, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:07"", ""poem.title"": ""The Stevedores"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28269"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28269, ""poem.id"": 28269, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:13"", ""poem.title"": ""The Boys' And Girls' Thanksgiving Of 1892"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28270"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28270, ""poem.id"": 28270, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:17"", ""poem.title"": ""The Giddy Girl"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28271"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28271, ""poem.id"": 28271, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:23"", ""poem.title"": ""The Farewell To Clarimonde"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28272"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28272, ""poem.id"": 28272, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:26"", ""poem.title"": ""The Destroyer"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28273"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28273, ""poem.id"": 28273, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:31"", ""poem.title"": ""The Dirge Of The Winds"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28274"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28274, ""poem.id"": 28274, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:37"", ""poem.title"": ""The Empty Bowl"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28275"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28275, ""poem.id"": 28275, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:44"", ""poem.title"": ""The Englishman"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28276"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28276, ""poem.id"": 28276, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Sunset"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28277"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28277, ""poem.id"": 28277, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:55"", ""poem.title"": ""The Phantom Ball"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28278"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28278, ""poem.id"": 28278, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:15:58"", ""poem.title"": ""The Poor Little Toe"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28279"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28279, ""poem.id"": 28279, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:01"", ""poem.title"": ""The Watcher"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28280"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28280, ""poem.id"": 28280, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:05"", ""poem.title"": ""The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28281"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28281, ""poem.id"": 28281, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:09"", ""poem.title"": ""Then And Now"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28282"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28282, ""poem.id"": 28282, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Passing The Buck"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28283"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28283, ""poem.id"": 28283, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:18"", ""poem.title"": ""One By One"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28284"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28284, ""poem.id"": 28284, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Queries"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28285"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28285, ""poem.id"": 28285, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:26"", ""poem.title"": ""Songs Of A Country Home"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28286"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28286, ""poem.id"": 28286, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:29"", ""poem.title"": ""Sonnet"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28287"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28287, ""poem.id"": 28287, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:32"", ""poem.title"": ""Older Than You"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28288"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28288, ""poem.id"": 28288, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:35"", ""poem.title"": ""There's Work To Be Done"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28289"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28289, ""poem.id"": 28289, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:41"", ""poem.title"": ""The Hour"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28290"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28290, ""poem.id"": 28290, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:44"", ""poem.title"": ""The Two Ships"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28291"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28291, ""poem.id"": 28291, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:48"", ""poem.title"": ""That's The Way"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28292"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28292, ""poem.id"": 28292, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:16:55"", ""poem.title"": ""The Black Charger"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28293"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28293, ""poem.id"": 28293, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:00"", ""poem.title"": ""The Suicide"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28294"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28294, ""poem.id"": 28294, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:06"", ""poem.title"": ""The Summer Girl"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28295"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28295, ""poem.id"": 28295, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:09"", ""poem.title"": ""The Song Of The Sandwich"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28296"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28296, ""poem.id"": 28296, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:11"", ""poem.title"": ""The Land Of Nowhere"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28297"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28297, ""poem.id"": 28297, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:14"", ""poem.title"": ""The Creed"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28298"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28298, ""poem.id"": 28298, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:18"", ""poem.title"": ""The Flowers Have Tender Little Souls"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28299"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28299, ""poem.id"": 28299, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:21"", ""poem.title"": ""The City"", ""poem.date"": ""5/25/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""I own the charms of lovely Nature; still,In human nature more delight I find.Though sweet the murmuring voices of the rill,I much prefer the voices of my kind. I like the roar of cities. In the mart,Where busy toilers strive for place and gain,I seem to read humanity's great heart,And share its hopes, its pleasures, and its pain. The rush of hurrying trains that cannot wait,The tread of myriad feet, all say to me:'You are the architect of your own fate;Toil on, hope on, and dare to do and be.' I like the jangled music of the loudBold bells; the whistle's sudden shrill reply;And there is inspiration in a crowd- A magnetism flashed from eye to eye. My sorrows all seem lightened and my joysAugmented when the comrade world walks near;Close to mankind my soul best keeps its poise.Give me the great town's bustle, strife, and noise,And let who will, hold Nature's calm more dear."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28300"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28300, ""poem.id"": 28300, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:25"", ""poem.title"": ""The Needle And Thread"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28301"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28301, ""poem.id"": 28301, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:27"", ""poem.title"": ""The Rainbow Of Promise"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28302"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28302, ""poem.id"": 28302, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:30"", ""poem.title"": ""The Muse And The Poet"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28303"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28303, ""poem.id"": 28303, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:34"", ""poem.title"": ""The Truth Teller"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28304"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28304, ""poem.id"": 28304, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Only A Sad Mistake"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28305"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28305, ""poem.id"": 28305, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:44"", ""poem.title"": ""Fishing"", ""poem.date"": ""3/4/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,With a book and parasol, as my Angler wishes,While he dips his line in the ocean brine,Under the impression that his bait will catch the fishes. 'Tis romantic, yes, but I must confessThoughts of shady rooms at home somehow seem more inviting.But I dare not move- 'Quiet, there, my love!'Says my Angler, 'for I think monster fish is biting.'Oh, of course it's bliss, but how hot it is!And the rock I'm sitting on grows harder every minute;Still my fisher waits, trying various baits,But the basket at his side I see has nothing in it. Oh, it's just the way to pass a July day,Arcadian and sentimental, dreamy, idle, charming,But how fierce the sunlight falls! and the way the insect crawlsAlong my neck and down my back is really quite alarming.'Any luck?' I gently ask of the angler at his task,'There's something pulling at my line,' he says; 'I've almost caught it.'But when, with blistered face, we our homeward steps retrace,We take the little basket just as empty as we brought it."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28306"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28306, ""poem.id"": 28306, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Sounds From The Baseball Field"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28307"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28307, ""poem.id"": 28307, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Prayer"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28308"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28308, ""poem.id"": 28308, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:17:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Dawn"", ""poem.date"": ""12/7/2015"", ""poem.content"": ""Day's sweetest moments are at dawn;Refreshed by his long sleep, the LightKisses the languid lips of Night,Ere she can rise and hasten on.All glowing from his dreamless restHe holds her closely to his breast,Warm lip to lip and limb to limb,Until she dies for love of him."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28309"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28309, ""poem.id"": 28309, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:00"", ""poem.title"": ""The Meeting Of The Centuries"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28310"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28310, ""poem.id"": 28310, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:05"", ""poem.title"": ""The King Of Candyland"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28311"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28311, ""poem.id"": 28311, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Spectres"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28312"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28312, ""poem.id"": 28312, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:15"", ""poem.title"": ""Protest"", ""poem.date"": ""2/9/2016"", ""poem.content"": ""To sin by silence, when we should protest,Makes cowards out of men. The human raceHas climbed on protest. Had no voice been raisedAgainst injustice, ignorance and lust,The Inquisition yet would serve the law,And guillotines decide our least disputes.The few who dare, must speak and speak againTo right the wrongs of many. Speech, thank God,No vested power in this great day and landCan gag or throttle. Press and voice may cryLoud disapproval of existing ills,May criticise oppression and condemnThe lawlessness of wealth-protecting lawsThat let the children and child-bearers toilTo purchase ease for idle millionaires.Therefore do I protest against the boastOf independence in this mighty land.Call no chain strong which holds one rusted link,Call no land free that holds one fettered slave.Until the manacled, slim wrists of babesAre loosed to toss in childish sport and glee,Until the Mother bears no burden saveThe precious one beneath her heart, untilGod's soil is rescued from the clutch of greedAnd given back to labor, let no manCall this the land of freedom."", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28313"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28313, ""poem.id"": 28313, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:21"", ""poem.title"": ""The Message"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28314"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28314, ""poem.id"": 28314, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:24"", ""poem.title"": ""The River Of Sleep"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28315"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28315, ""poem.id"": 28315, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:29"", ""poem.title"": ""The Ogre Slam-The-Door"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28316"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28316, ""poem.id"": 28316, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:32"", ""poem.title"": ""The Lost Garden"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28317"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28317, ""poem.id"": 28317, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:37"", ""poem.title"": ""The Maniac"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28318"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28318, ""poem.id"": 28318, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:44"", ""poem.title"": ""The Saddest Hour"", ""poem.date"": ""4/2/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28319"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28319, ""poem.id"": 28319, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:50"", ""poem.title"": ""The Tryst"", ""poem.date"": ""6/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28320"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28320, ""poem.id"": 28320, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:54"", ""poem.title"": ""The Duel"", ""poem.date"": ""6/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28321"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28321, ""poem.id"": 28321, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:18:58"", ""poem.title"": ""Summer Song"", ""poem.date"": ""5/19/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28322"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28322, ""poem.id"": 28322, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:01"", ""poem.title"": ""The Signboard"", ""poem.date"": ""5/26/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28323"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28323, ""poem.id"": 28323, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:07"", ""poem.title"": ""The Hammock's Complaint"", ""poem.date"": ""6/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28324"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28324, ""poem.id"": 28324, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:11"", ""poem.title"": ""The Belle's Soliloquy"", ""poem.date"": ""5/19/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28325"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28325, ""poem.id"": 28325, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:16"", ""poem.title"": ""The Times"", ""poem.date"": ""6/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28326"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28326, ""poem.id"": 28326, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:21"", ""poem.title"": ""The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square"", ""poem.date"": ""6/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28327"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28327, ""poem.id"": 28327, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:23"", ""poem.title"": ""The Tavern Of Last Times"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28328"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28328, ""poem.id"": 28328, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:29"", ""poem.title"": ""The Tendril’s Faith"", ""poem.date"": ""6/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28329"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28329, ""poem.id"": 28329, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:31"", ""poem.title"": ""New And Old"", ""poem.date"": ""5/31/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28330"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28330, ""poem.id"": 28330, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:38"", ""poem.title"": ""The Little Bird"", ""poem.date"": ""5/19/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28331"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28331, ""poem.id"": 28331, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:44"", ""poem.title"": ""The Universal Route"", ""poem.date"": ""6/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28332"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28332, ""poem.id"": 28332, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Thanksgiving"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28333"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28333, ""poem.id"": 28333, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:19:55"", ""poem.title"": ""The Change"", ""poem.date"": ""5/19/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28334"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28334, ""poem.id"": 28334, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:20:00"", ""poem.title"": ""The Pessimist"", ""poem.date"": ""6/4/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Ella Wheeler Wilcox"" }, ""28335"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 28335, ""poem.id"": 28335, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 16:20:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Speech"", ""poem.date"": 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""poem.title"": ""Thomas Carlyle"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Dorothy Parker"" }, ""2221"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2221, ""poem.id"": 2221, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:59:35"", ""poem.title"": ""Pour Prendre Conge"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Dorothy Parker"" }, ""2222"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2222, ""poem.id"": 2222, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:59:40"", ""poem.title"": ""Prologue To A Saga"", ""poem.date"": ""1/3/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Dorothy Parker"" }, ""2223"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2223, ""poem.id"": 2223, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:59:46"", ""poem.title"": ""Rondeau RedoublÉ"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Dorothy Parker"" }, ""2224"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 2224, ""poem.id"": 2224, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-01 06:59:52"", ""poem.title"": ""Story Of Mrs. W-"", ""poem.date"": ""1/13/2003"", ""poem.content"": """", 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""poet_x_poem.id"": 29039, ""poem.id"": 29039, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:05:39"", ""poem.title"": ""If A Tree Could Wander"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29040"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29040, ""poem.id"": 29040, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:05:43"", ""poem.title"": ""There Is A Candle In Your Heart"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29041"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29041, ""poem.id"": 29041, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:05:49"", ""poem.title"": ""Like This"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29042"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29042, ""poem.id"": 29042, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:05:54"", ""poem.title"": ""There Is A Life-Force Within Your Soul"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29043"": { 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""poem.id"": 29047, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:17"", ""poem.title"": ""If You Want What Visible Reality"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29048"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29048, ""poem.id"": 29048, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:20"", ""poem.title"": ""I Throw It All Away"", ""poem.date"": ""10/26/2013"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29049"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29049, ""poem.id"": 29049, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:23"", ""poem.title"": ""In The End"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29050"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29050, ""poem.id"": 29050, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:26"", ""poem.title"": ""Let Go Of Your Worries"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29051"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29051, ""poem.id"": 29051, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:32"", ""poem.title"": ""The Ravings Which My Enemy Uttered I Heard Within My Heart"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29052"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29052, ""poem.id"": 29052, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:38"", ""poem.title"": ""In Love"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29053"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29053, ""poem.id"": 29053, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:40"", ""poem.title"": ""I Am Part Of The Load"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29054"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29054, ""poem.id"": 29054, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:43"", ""poem.title"": ""Zero Circle"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29055"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29055, ""poem.id"": 29055, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:47"", ""poem.title"": ""Behind The Scenes"", ""poem.date"": ""10/26/2013"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29056"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29056, ""poem.id"": 29056, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:49"", ""poem.title"": ""When I Am Asleep And Crumbling In The Tomb"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29057"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29057, ""poem.id"": 29057, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:06:55"", ""poem.title"": ""Not Here"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29058"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29058, ""poem.id"": 29058, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:01"", ""poem.title"": ""I Was Dead"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29059"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29059, ""poem.id"": 29059, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:05"", ""poem.title"": ""If You Show Patience"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29060"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29060, ""poem.id"": 29060, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Only Breath"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29061"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29061, ""poem.id"": 29061, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:14"", ""poem.title"": ""Weary Not Of Us, For We Are Very Beautiful"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29062"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29062, ""poem.id"": 29062, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Passion Makes The Old Medicine New:"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29063"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29063, ""poem.id"": 29063, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:23"", ""poem.title"": ""I Am And I Am Not"", ""poem.date"": ""10/26/2013"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29064"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29064, ""poem.id"": 29064, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:26"", ""poem.title"": ""I Am A Sculptor, A Molder Of Form"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29065"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29065, ""poem.id"": 29065, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:31"", ""poem.title"": ""Ghazal 314"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29066"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29066, ""poem.id"": 29066, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:33"", ""poem.title"": ""Lord, What A Beloved Is Mine!"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29067"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29067, ""poem.id"": 29067, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:37"", ""poem.title"": ""What 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""poem.title"": ""Ghazal 119"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29072"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29072, ""poem.id"": 29072, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:07:59"", ""poem.title"": ""Masnawi"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29073"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29073, ""poem.id"": 29073, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:08:04"", ""poem.title"": ""Out Beyond Ideas"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29074"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29074, ""poem.id"": 29074, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:08:07"", ""poem.title"": ""Last Night My Soul Cried O Exalted Sphere Of Heaven"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29075"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29075, ""poem.id"": 29075, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:08:12"", ""poem.title"": ""Bad 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""Ghazal Of Rumi"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29080"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29080, ""poem.id"": 29080, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:08:37"", ""poem.title"": ""If I Weep"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29081"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29081, ""poem.id"": 29081, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:08:44"", ""poem.title"": ""How Long"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29082"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29082, ""poem.id"": 29082, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:08:50"", ""poem.title"": ""Confused And Distraught"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29083"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29083, ""poem.id"": 29083, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:08:56"", ""poem.title"": ""Do You Love Me?"", ""poem.date"": ""10/26/2013"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29084"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29084, ""poem.id"": 29084, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:00"", ""poem.title"": ""Rise, Lovers"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29085"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29085, ""poem.id"": 29085, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:06"", ""poem.title"": ""I Have A Fire For You In My Mouth"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29086"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29086, ""poem.id"": 29086, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:09"", ""poem.title"": ""I Am Only The House Of Your Beloved"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29087"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29087, ""poem.id"": 29087, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:13"", ""poem.title"": ""I Closed My Eyes To Creation"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29088"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29088, ""poem.id"": 29088, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:18"", ""poem.title"": ""Bring Wine"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": ""216 Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage; God has seized me, and I am thus held fast. By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the sun, for I care aught but love. Bring that which if I were to call it “soul” would be a shame, for the reason that I am pained in the head because of the soul. Bring that whose name is not contained in this mouth, through which the fissures of my speech split asunder. Bring that which, when it is not present, I am stupid and ig- norant, but when I am with it, I am the king of the subtle and crafty ones. Bring that which, the moment it is void of my head, I become black and dark, you might say I am of the infidels. Bring that which delivers out of this “bring” and “do not bring”; bring quickly, and repel me not, saying, “Whence shall I bring it?” Bring, and deliver the roof of the heavens through the long night from my abundant smoke and lamentations. Bring that which after my death, even out of my dust, will restore me to speech and thanksgiving even as Najjar. Bring me wine, for I am guardian of wine like a goblet, for whatever has gone into my stomach I deliver back completely. Najjar said, “After my death would that my people might be open-eyed to the ecstasy within me. “They would not regard my bones and blood; in spirit I ama mighty king, even though in body I am vile. “What a ladder I, the Carpenter, have chiseled! My going has reached the roof of the seventh heaven. “I journeyed like the Messiah, my ass remained below; I do no grieve for my ass, nor am I asslike of ears. “Do not like Eblis see in Adam only water and clay; see that behind the clay are my hundred thousand rose bowers.” Shams-e Tabrizi rose up from this flesh saying, “ I am the sun. Bring up my head from this mire. “Err not, when I enter the mire once more, for I am at rest, and am ashamed of this veil. “Every morning I will rise up, despite the blind; for the sake of the blind I will not cease to rise and set.”"", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29089"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29089, ""poem.id"": 29089, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:22"", ""poem.title"": ""Description Of Love"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29090"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29090, ""poem.id"": 29090, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:26"", ""poem.title"": ""Any Lifetime"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29091"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29091, ""poem.id"": 29091, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:32"", ""poem.title"": ""At The Twilight"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29092"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29092, ""poem.id"": 29092, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:34"", ""poem.title"": ""Come, Come, Whoever You Are"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29093"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29093, ""poem.id"": 29093, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:38"", ""poem.title"": ""Be Lost In The Call"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29094"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29094, ""poem.id"": 29094, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:45"", ""poem.title"": ""The Guest House"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29095"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29095, ""poem.id"": 29095, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:51"", ""poem.title"": ""Did I Not Say To You"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29096"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29096, ""poem.id"": 29096, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:56"", ""poem.title"": ""All Through Eternity"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29097"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29097, ""poem.id"": 29097, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:09:58"", ""poem.title"": ""Any Soul That Drank The Nectar"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29098"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29098, ""poem.id"": 29098, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:10:05"", ""poem.title"": ""A Stone I Died"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29099"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29099, ""poem.id"": 29099, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:10:10"", ""poem.title"": ""Every Day I Bear A Burden"", ""poem.date"": ""1/1/2004"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29100"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29100, ""poem.id"": 29100, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:10:17"", ""poem.title"": ""Because I Cannot Sleep"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29101"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29101, ""poem.id"": 29101, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:10:20"", ""poem.title"": ""Birdsong"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29102"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29102, ""poem.id"": 29102, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:10:24"", ""poem.title"": ""Be With Those Who Help Your Being"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" }, ""29103"": { ""poet_x_poem.id"": 29103, ""poem.id"": 29103, ""poem.ts"": ""2018-03-02 17:10:31"", ""poem.title"": ""A Moment Of Happiness"", ""poem.date"": ""3/30/2010"", ""poem.content"": """", ""poem.author"": ""Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi"" } }"