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Marriage a-la-Mode by John Dryden

I Why should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now, When passion is decayed? We loved, and we loved, as long as we could, Till our love was loved out in us … Continue reading

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Lights Out by Edward Thomas

I have come to the borders of sleep, The unfathomable deep Forest where all must lose Their way, however straight, Or winding, soon or late; They cannot choose. Many a road and track That, since the dawn’s first crack, Up … Continue reading

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Lovesong by Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and … Continue reading

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A Cameo by Algernon Charles Swinburne

There was a graven image of Desire Painted with red blood on a ground of gold Passing between the young men and the old, And by him Pain, whose body shone like fire, And Pleasure with gaunt hands that grasped … Continue reading

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Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse by Matthew Arnold

Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from Saint Laurent goes. The bridge is cross’d, and slow we ride, Through forest, up the mountain-side. The autumnal evening darkens … Continue reading

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The Connoisseur of Slugs by Sharon Olds

When I was a connoisseur of slugs I would part the ivy leaves, and look for the naked jelly of those cold bodies, translucent strangers glistening along the stones, slowly, their gelatinous bodies at my mercy. Made mostly of water, … Continue reading

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