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Factory Smokestacks At Dawn
— Ernst Toller
They chisel their force into the dawning sky. They forge their steeled selves on the precipice. They split through the fog like axes so that each breath...
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The Gardener LXI: Peace, My Heart
— Rabindranath Tagore
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the f...
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A Watch In The Night
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. Only the balefires are bright, ...
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Each life converges to some centre
— Emily Dickinson
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, Too fair For credib...
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The Sun Travels
— Robert Louis Stevenson
The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at ho...
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Buddha in Glory
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet-- all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh,...
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Awakening
— Jean Cocteau
Grave mouths of lions Sinuous smiling of young crocodiles Along the river's water conveying millions Isles of spice How lovely he is, the son Of the wid...
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Forth went the candid man
— Stephen Crane
Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind -- When he looked about him he was in a far strange country. Forth went the candid man And s...
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Palm
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Interior of the hand. Sole that has come to walk only on feelings. That faces upward and in its mirror receives heavenly roads, which travel along thems...
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I am Not Alone
— Gabriela Mistral
The night, it is deserted from the mountains to the sea. But I, the one who rocks you, I am not alone! The sky, it is deserted for the moon falls ...
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At Day-Close In November
— Thomas Hardy
The ten hours' light is abating, And a late bird flies across, Where the pines, like waltzers waiting, Give their black heads a toss. Beech leaves, tha...
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The Mermaid
— Anne Bannerman
When, at last, they retired to rest, Ajut went down to the beach, where finding a fishing-boat, she entered it without hesitation, and, telling those, w...
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Baby's Dreams
— Isabella Valancy Crawford
I SAW a fairy twine, Of star-white jessamine, A dainty seat, shaped like an airy swing, With two round yellow stars Against the misty bars Of night; she...
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A Slant of Sun on Dull Brown Walls
— Stephen Crane
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A song of collisions and cries, Rumbling wheels, hoo...
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Under the Greenwood Tree
— William Shakespeare
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here sha...
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To My Land
— Rachel Bluwstein
I cannot offer you, my land, In praise, heroic deeds; One tree I planted on the way Which to the Jordan leads. One narrow path to my feet yields, W...
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Alone
— Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common...
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What Birds Plunge Through Is Not The Intimate Space
— Rainer Maria Rilke
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space, in which you see all Forms intensified. (In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself, would disapp...
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Seal Lullaby
— Rudyard Kipling
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The moon, O'er the combers, looks downward to find us At...
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Good Morning—Midnight
— Emily Dickinson
Good Morning—Midnight— I'm coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him? Sunshine was a sweet place— I liked to stay— But Morn—didn't want me—n...
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Moving Forward
— Rainer Maria Rilke
The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. It seems that things are more like me now, That I can see farther into p...
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The Snow Storm
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
No hawk hangs over in this air: The urgent snow is everywhere. The wing adroiter than a sail Must lean away from such a gale, Abandoning its straight in...
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The Garden Seat
— Thomas Hardy
Its former green is blue and thin, And its once firm legs sink in and in; Soon it will break down unaware, Soon it will break down unaware. At night wh...
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Water Lily
— Rainer Maria Rilke
My whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me, for it is infinite. The ripple of water, the shade of the sky are mine; it is still the same...
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Where Go the Boats?
— Robert Louis Stevenson
Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of...
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