William Shakespeare Sonnet 73 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 ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day s after sunset fadeth in the west! Which by and by black night doth take away, "eath'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, s the death#bed, whereon it must e$pire, %onsumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

Robert Burns A Red, Red Rose & my 'uve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in (une) & my 'uve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. s fair art thou, my bonie lass, *o deep in luve am I! nd I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, nd the rocks melt wi' the sun! nd I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. nd fare#thee#weel, my only 'uve+ nd fare#thee#weel, a while+ nd I will come again, my 'uve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile+

But am betroth'd unto your enemy! "ivorce me. like an usurp'd town to'another due. your viceroy in me. I. &r does it e$plode1 "#ra $ound %n a Station o! the Metro . burn. for you s yet but knock. 0or ever chaste. me should defend. Lan ston Hu hes A Dream De!erred What happens to a dream deferred1 "oes it dry up like a raisin in the sun1 &r fester like a sore## nd then run1 "oes it stink like rotten meat1 &r crust and sugar over## like a syrupy sweet1 2aybe it 3ust sags like a heavy load. -et dearly'I love you. /$cept you'enthrall me.od. imprison me. shine. for I. never shall be free. and proves weak or untrue. and would be lov'd fain. 'abor to'admit you. and bend -our force to break. three#person'd . But is captiv'd.'untie or break that knot again. Take me to you. and seek to mend! That I may rise and stand. breathe. and make me new. blow. e$cept you ravish me.eason. to no end! .John Donne Batter My Heart Batter my heart. o'erthrow me. but oh.

4e maketh me to lie down in green pastures) he leadeth me beside the still waters. fine rosettes of lime. &he &'enty(&hird $salm The 'ord is my *hepherd! I shall not want. 4e restoreth my soul) he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for 4is name' sake. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies) thou annointest my head with oil! my cup runneth over. -ea. black bough. battered and venerable and homely. and infested with tiny white sea#lice. and I will dwell in the 4ouse of the 'ord for ever. 4e was speckled and barnacles. and underneath two or three . "li#abeth Bishop &he )ish I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water. I will fear no evil) 5or thou art with me! Thy rod and thy staff. 4ere and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper. and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper) shapes like full#blown roses stained and lost through age. *urely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. 4e hadn't fought at all. 4e didn't fight. 4e hung a grunting weight. though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. they comfort me.The apparition of these faces in the crowd! petals on a wet.

the big bones and the little bones. and then I saw that from his lower lip ##if you could call it a lip grim. and yellowed. 'ike medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering. frayed at the end where he broke it. the mechanism of his 3aw. While his gills were breathing in the terrible o$ygen ##the frightening gills. but not to return my stare. I looked into his eyes which were far larger than mine but shallower. with all their five big hooks grown firmly in his mouth. the dramatic reds and blacks of his shiny entrails. and weaponlike. . ##It was more like the tipping of an ob3ect toward the light. I admired his sullen face. green line.rags of green weed hung down. two heavier lines. fresh and crisp with blood. They shifted a little. the irises backed and packed with tarnished tinfoil seen through the lenses of old scratched isinglass. and the pink swim#bladder like a big peony. that can cut so badly## I thought of the coarse white flesh packed in like feathers. and a fine black thread still crimped from the strain and snap when it broke and he got away. or four and a wire leader with the swivel still attached. wet. hung five old pieces of fish#line. a five#haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching 3aw. I stared and stared and victory filled up the little rented boat.

rainbow+ nd I let the fish go. with eternal lids apart. still to hear her tender#taken breath. The moving waters at their priestlike task &f pure ablution round earth's human shores. sleepless /remite. 'ike nature's patient. nd so live ever##or else swoon to death. would I were stedfast as thou art## 0ot in lone splendour hung aloft the night nd watching. John *eats Bri ht Star Bright star. &r ga6ing on the new soft#fallen mask &f snow upon the mountains and the moors## 0o##yet still stedfast. rainbow. the sun#cracked thwarts. *till. .from the pool of bilge where oil had spread a rainbow around the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange. To feel for ever its soft fall and swell. still unchangeable. 7illow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast. wake for ever in a sweet unrest. the oarlocks on their strings. the gunnels##until everything was rainbow.

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