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Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling

You may talk o’ gin and beer When you’re quartered safe out ’ere, An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots … Continue reading

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The Applicant by Sylvia Plath

First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook, Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch, Stitches to show something’s missing? No, no? Then How can … Continue reading

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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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Love Poem XVII  by Adrienne Rich

from Twenty-One Love Poems No one’s fated or doomed to love anyone. The accidents happen, we’re not heroines, they happen in our lives like car crashes, books that change us, neighbourhoods we move into and come to love. Tristan und … Continue reading

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The Wish, By a Young Lady by Laetitia Pilkington

I ask not wit, nor beauty do I crave, Nor wealth, nor pompous titles wish to have; But since, ’tis doomed through all degrees of life, Whether a daughter, sister, or a wife; That females should the stronger males obey, … Continue reading

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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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A Description of the Morning by Jonathan Swift

Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show’d the ruddy morn’s approach. Now Betty from her master’s bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own. The slip-shod ‘prentice from his master’s door Had par’d the dirt, and … Continue reading

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