| Guerdon Ella Wheeler Wilcox | Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year I saw a tear. Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow So soon a sorrow. Just then the... | Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes) |
| The Knightly Guerdon William Makepeace Thackeray | Untrue to my Ulric I never could be, I vow by the saints and the blessed Marie, Since the desolate hour when we stood by the shore, And your dark g... | Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes) |
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Are you a poetry master?
»"It's neither red nor sweet. It doesn't melt or turn over, break or harden, so it can't feel pain."
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A. Marianne Moore
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B. Rita Dove
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C. Billy Collins
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D. Anne Sexton