![]() If the Owl Calls Again by John Haines at dusk from the island in the river, and it's not too cold. Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens Among twenty snowy mountains. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge It is an ancient mariner. Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas!. To a Waterfowl by William Cullen Bryant Whither, 'midst falling dew. The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins Caught this morning morning's minion, king. Leda, After the Swan by Carl Phillips Perhaps, / in the exaggerated grace. –from " Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens" by Jack PrelutskyĪlas a doubt in case of more go to say what it is cress. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before. Nothing further then he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered. That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. –from " My Mother Would Be a Falconress" by Robert Duncanīut the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only Where I dream in my little hood with many bells The gray heron turns blue, bluer than sky,īluer than the mercury blue-black still pond.Īnd I, her gay falcon treading her wrist,įrom the blue of the sky to her, bleeding, a prize, –from " Evening Hawk" by Robert Penn Warren Whose eye, unforgiving, the world, unforgiven, swings Who knows neither Time nor error, and under Look! Look! he is climbing the last light –from " The Windhover" by Gerard Manley Hopkins Stirred for a bird,-the achieve of the mastery of the thing! In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,Īs a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing –from " Birdcall" by Alicia Suskin Ostriker ![]() ![]() Where is?-I’m here?-an upward inflection in In a conversation expected to continue all afternoon, Sumac aflame, tuwee, tuwee, a question and a faintīut definite response, tuwee, tuwee, as if engaged No wind, early September, beeches and pines, Tuwee, cries another, downhill in the woods. –from " Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:Īnd haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, –from " Sympathy" by Paul Laurence Dunbar When he beats his bars and he would be free īut a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,īut a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings. When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,. ![]() –from " Hope is the thing with feathers" by Emily Dickinson To die, to sleep To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.-Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.In honor of the poem " Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. ![]()
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