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At a Dinner Party by Amy Levy

Posted on May 6, 2018 by Russell Boyle

With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I’ll not complain — could one expect So dull a world to know? You look across the fruit and flowers, My glance your glances find. — It … Continue reading →

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Aware by D. H. Lawrence

Posted on January 20, 2018 by Russell Boyle

Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze, Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know I loved, … Continue reading →

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Bitch by Carolyn Kizer

Posted on December 11, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Now, when he and I meet, after all these years, I say to the bitch inside me, don’t start growling. He isn’t a trespasser anymore, Just an old acquaintance tipping his hat. My voice says, “Nice to see you,” As … Continue reading →

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To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet

Posted on November 18, 2017 by Russell Boyle

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can. I prize thy love more than whole … Continue reading →

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The Way of the World (excerpt) by William Congreve

Posted on September 24, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Mrs Marwood from Act ii Scene i True, ’tis an unhappy circumstance of life, That love should ever die before us; And that the man so often should outlive the lover. But say what you will, ’Tis better to be … Continue reading →

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Ae Fond Kiss by Robert Burns

Posted on September 17, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves … Continue reading →

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After the Lunch by Wendy Cope

Posted on September 16, 2017 by Russell Boyle

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes, the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes. I wipe them away with a black woolly glove And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love. On Waterloo Bridge I am trying … Continue reading →

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