A cat can draw
the blinds
behind her eyes
whenever she
decides. Nothing
alters in the stare
itself but she’s
not there. Likewise
a future can occlude:
still sitting there,
doing nothing rude.
— by Kay Ryan
“A Cat/ A Future”
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“To Mrs K”
For magic surely lurks in this,
A cake that tells of vanished bliss;
A cake that conjures up to view
The early scenes, when life was new;
When memory knew no sorrows past,
And hope believed in joys that last!
– Helen Maria Williams “To Mrs K”
“The River”
These trees and stones are audible to me,
These idle flowers, that tremble in the wind,
I understand their faery syllables,
And all their sad significance.
– R. W. Emerson “The River”
“A Blessing”
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
– James Wright “A Blessing”
“Christabel”
The night is chill, the forest bare;
Is it the wind that moaneth bbleak?
There is not wind enough in the air
To move away the ringlet curl
From the lovely lady’s cheek —
There is not wind enough to twirl
The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
– S.T. Coleridge “Christabel”
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.
— S. T. Coleridge, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
“Stanzas for Music”
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o’er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant’s asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer’s ocean.
– Lord Byron “Stanzas for Music”
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
“For oft, when on my couch
I lie In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
– William Wordsworth “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
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