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SONNET 73 William Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME. by Robert Herrick GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may go marry : For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry.

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MY PAPA'S WALTZ Theodore Roethke The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.

STRANGE FRUIT Lewis Allen (performed by Billie Holiday) Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.

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BREAKING THROUGH Myrna Pena Reyes Haltingly I undo the knots around your parcel that came this morning. A small box should require little labor, but you’ve always been thorough, tying things tight and well. the twine lengthens, curls beside the box. I see your fingers bind and pull, snapping the knots into place (once your belt slapped sharply against my skin) You hoped the package would hold its shape across 10,000 miles of ocean. It’s not a bride’s superstition that leaves the scissors in the drawer. Unravelling what you’ve done with love I practice more than patience a kind of thoroughness I couldn’t see before. I shall not let it pass. My father, this undoing is what binds us.

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WALA NANG TAO SA SANTA FILOMENA Joey Ayala/Inang Laya Nagiisang lumilipipad ang langaylangayan Anino niya'y tumatawid sa nanunuyong palayan Tanging sagot sa sigaw niya ay katahimikan At kaluskos ng hangin sa dahon Isang ikot pa huling sulyap Mula sa ibabaw ng bayan Mga kubong pinatatag ng nipa at kawayan Paalam na, paalam na, ang awit ng langaylangayan Ngunit walang nakasaksi sa palayo niyang lutang Pagka't wala nang tao Sa Santa Filomena Walang aani sa alay ng lupa Nakayuko ang palay Tila bang nalulumbay Tila bang naghihintay Ng karit at ng kamay Nahihinog ang bunga ng mga manga't bayabas Pinipitas ng hangin at sa lupa'y hinahampas Sinisisip ng araw Ang tamis at katas Iniiwan ang binhing umaasa At pag dating ng tagulan Sa pinaghasikan Upang hugutin ang buhay Mula sa kamatayan Muling dadaloy ang dugo Sa ugat ng parang Subalit ang lahat ng ito'y masasayang Pagkat wala nang tao Sa Santa Filomena Walang aani sa alay ng lupa Ang palay ay nakayuko Tila bang sumusuko Naghahandog ng buhay sa karit at kamao Lumilipad, sumisigaw ang langaylangayan Nasaan ka at bakit ka nagtatago taong bayan Panahon na, panahon nang balikan ang iniwan Dingin natin ang tangis ng abang langaylangayan Dingin natin ang tangis ng abang langaylangayan

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Traditional Japanese Haiku Matsuo Basho (1644-94) HEAT-LIGHTNING STREAK Heat-lightning streak – through darkness pierces the heron’s shriek. IN THE OLD STONE POOL In the old stone pool a frog jumps; splishhh! CLOUDS APPEAR Clouds appear and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon. - English versions by X. J. Kennedy Taniguchi Buson (1716-1783) ON THE ONE-TON TEMPLE BELL On the one-ton temple bell a moonmoth, folded into sleep, sits still. (translated by X.J. Kennedy) I GO I go, you stay, two autumns. (translated by Robert Haas) ----------Recent Haiku written in English After weeks of watching the roof leak I fixed it tonight by moving a single board.

constellations from old stars.

Michael B. Stillman

I wonder in what fields today he chases dragon-flies away my little boy who ran away.

Kaga Nochiyo

Having a fatal disease, how beautiful my fingernails over the glowing charcoals.

Dakotsu Ida

-----------Student-composed Haikus An Ad [unedited] After six weeks your [natural brown] skin will become beautifully [artificially] white.

Ayi Agcaoili

My Class Amidst the silence my teacher yells! O, so loud! My classmate snores—still.

Timothy Medina

Stranger Too short's a flower's life; and too long will I sojourn to see one blossom.

Edward Legaspi

PE 1 While dancing cha-cha I crushed her feet and made the party loud. Medwin De Villa

Gary Snyder

Lying in the field by night making new

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