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    11th Century Poems; 12th Century Poems; 13th Century Poems; 14th Century Poems; 15th Century Poems; 16th Century Poems; 17th Century Poems; 18th Century Poems; 19th Century Poems; 1st Century Poets; 20th Century Poems; 21st Century Poems; 2nd Century Poems; 3rd Century Poems; 4th Century Poems; 5th Century Poems; 6th Century Poems; 7th Century ...
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    for composing poems, in the works of love you'll find me dearer still to Venus. Certain qualities concealed within me, I will reveal to you, infinitely sweetly, which prose or verse has never shown another, on this condition: that you prove your love to me by other means than compliments, for I
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    I'm oldBotany Bay;stiff in the joints,little to say. I am hewho paved the way,that you might walkat your ease to-day; I was the conscriptsent to hellto make in the desertthe living well; I bore the heat,I blazed the track-furrowed and bloodyupon my back. I split the rock;I felled the tree:The nation was-Because of me! Old…
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    In a mean abode on the Skankill Road Lived a man named William Bloat; He had a wife, the curse of his life, Who continually got his goat. So one day at dawn, with her nightdress on He cut her bloody throat. With a razor gash he settled her hash Oh never was crime…
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    Mar 1, 2024We present this work in honor of the 75th anniversary of the poet's death. What do you sell O ye merchants?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with panels of amber,Daggers with handles of jade. What do you weigh, O ye vendors?Saffron and lentil and rice.What do you grind,…
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    Every afternoonThe woman sitsbefore an open windowguilty of not being air, water-or at least a wing that flies-of being only a woman before an open window. Every afternoonthe sky hangs itself out to drybeyond the open windowashamed of not being man, flesh, body—or at least earth—of being only sky beyond an open window,Secret passion…

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