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Fragment 38 by Sappho

Now Love, the ineluctable, With bitter sweetness fills me, Overwhelms me, and shakes my being. Sappho 620 BC–550 BC Morning Song by Russell Boyle

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Warming Her Pearls by Carol Ann Duffy

for Judith Radstone Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress bids me wear them, warm them, until evening when I’ll brush her hair. At six, I place them round her cool, white throat. All day I think of … Continue reading

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The Fair Singer by Andrew Marvell

To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an enemy, In whom both beauties to my death agree, Joining themselves in fatal harmony; That while she with her eyes my heart does bind, She with … Continue reading

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A Lover by Amy Lowell

If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter. Amy Lowell 1874-1925

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A Song: Lying is an occupation by Laetitia Pilkington

Lying is an occupation, Used by all who mean to rise; Politicians owe their station, But to well concerted lies. These to lovers give assistance, To ensnare the fair-one’s heart; And the virgin’s best resistance Yields to this commanding art. … Continue reading

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Always neat by Ben Jonson

Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art’s hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is … Continue reading

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Afternoon 
by Dorothy Parker

When I am old, and comforted And done with this desire With Memory to share my bed And Peace to share my fire I’ll comb my hair in scalloped bands Beneath my laundered cap And watch my cool and fragile … Continue reading

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