Poetry
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Rage Against the Dying of the Light
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the…
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Lovely in Her Bones
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more…
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Make Bright the Arrows
Make bright the arrows Gather the shields: Conquest narrows The peaceful fields. Stock well the quiver With arrows bright: The bowman feared Need never fight.…
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One Who Would Resign Gladly His Lot
Man alive, that mournst thy lot, Desiring what thou hast not got, Money, beauty, love, what not; Deeming it blesseder to be A rotted man,…
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Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.…
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Peace Comes Dropping Slow
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows I will…
Nehaveigur 