Dorothy Parker - One Perfect Rose::A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.\n All tenderly his messenger he chose;\nDeep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet --\n One perfect rose.\nI knew the language of the floweret;\n "My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."\nLove long has taken for his amulet\n One perfect rose.\nWhy is it no one ever sent me yet\n One perfect limousine, do you suppose?\nAh no, it's always just my luck to get\n One perfect rose.\nDorothy Parker (1893-1967)
Dorothy Parker - My Autograph::What -- write my name!\nHow vain the feeble trust,\nTo be remembered\nWhen the hand is dust --\nGrieve rather that the talents freely given\nWere used for earth -- not treasured up for Heaven!\nDorothy Parker (1893-1967)
Edgar Allan Poe - A Dream::In visions of the dark night\nI have dreamed of joy departed--\nBut a waking dream of life and light\nHath left me broken-hearted.\n\nAh! what is not a dream by day\nTo him whose eyes are cast\nOn things around him with a ray\nTurned back upon the past?\n\nThat holy dream--that holy dream,\nWhile all the world were chiding,\nHath cheered me as a lovely beam\nA lonely spirit guiding.\n\nWhat though that light, thro' storm and night,\nSo trembled from afar--\nWhat could there be more purely bright\nIn Truth's day-star?\nEdgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
Edgar Allan Poe - Wail::\nLove has gone a-rocketing.\nThat is not the worst;\nI could do without the thing,\nAnd not be the first.\nJoy has gone the way it came.\nThat is nothing new;\nI could get along the same, --\nMany people do.\nDig for me the narrow bed,\nNow I am bereft.\nAll my pretty hates are dead,\nAnd what have I left?\nEdgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
Ezra Loomis Pound - In a Station of the Metro::The apparition of these faces in the crowd\nPetals on a wet, black bough.\nEzra Loomis Pound (1885-1972)
Ezra Loomis Pound - Meditatio::When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs,\nI am compelled to admit\nThat man is the superior animal.\n\nWhen I consider the curious habits of man,\nI confess, my friend, I am puzzled.\nEzra Loomis Pound (1885-1972)
Christina Rossetti - Remember::Remember me when I am gone away,\nGone far away into the silent land;\nWhen you can no more hold me by the hand,\nNor I half turn to go yet turning stay.\nRemember me when no more day by day\nYou tell me of our future that you plann'd:\nOnly remember me; you understand\nIt will be late to counsel then or pray.\nYet if you should forget me for a while\nAnd afterwards remember, do not grieve:\nFor if the darkness and corruption leave\nA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,\nBetter by far you should forget and smile\nThan that you should remember and be sad.\nChristina Rossetti (1830-1894)
