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Loveliest of Trees by A. E. Housman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs … Continue reading

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Exercise by W. S. Merwin

First forget what time it is for an hour do it regularly every day then forget what day of the week it is do this regularly for a week then forget what country you are in and practice doing it … Continue reading

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Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. … Continue reading

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Gone, Gone Again by Edward Thomas

Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable Save that I saw them go, As past the empty quays The rivers flow. And now again, In the harvest rain, The Blenheim oranges Fall grubby … Continue reading

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The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks

They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair. Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood, Tin flatware. Two who are Mostly Good. Two who have lived their day, But keep on putting on their … Continue reading

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A 70-Year Old by David Paul

1. On a Good Day (Optimism) I grow younger as I age Instead of limping now I leap challenging at every stage Playing on when others sleep. I work at this ambitious task Don’t think of me as smug I … Continue reading

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A Handful of Thyme by May Sarton

“What are you doingNow the end is not far?Remembering? Ruing?”“No rue, my dear.” “Are you still seeding?”“Now and then I do.”“You are frail for weeding,And the weeds grow.” “Yes, the weeds flourish.Too brief the hoursWhen I can still nourishPoems or … Continue reading

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Planting Trees by John Updike

Our last connection with the mythic. My mother remembers the day as a girl she jumped across a little spruce that now overtops the sandstone house where still she lives; her face delights at the thought of her years translated … Continue reading

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I Dreamed That I Was Old by Stanley Kunitz

I dreamed that I was old: in stale declension Fallen from my prime, when company Was mine, cat-nimbleness, and green invention, Before time took my leafy hours away. My wisdom, ripe with body’s ruin, found Itself tart recompense for what … Continue reading

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