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Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,—
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
A poisonous pollen blown,
And odors rank, unbreathable,
From dark corollas thrown!
At dawn from my damp garden
I shook the chilly dew;
The thin boughs locked behind me
That sprang to let me through;
The blossoms slept,—I sought a place
Where nothing lovely grew.
And there, when day was breaking,
I knelt and looked around:
The light was near, the silence
Was palpitant with sound;
I drew my hate from out my breast
And thrust it in the ground.
Oh, ye so fiercely tended,
Ye little seeds of hate!
I bent above your growing
Early and noon and late,
Yet are ye drooped and pitiful,—
I cannot rear ye straight!
The sun seeks out my garden,
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To overcome lies in the heart, in the streets, in the books
from the lullabies of the mothers
to the news report that the speaker reads,
understanding, my love, what a great joy it is,
to understand what is gone and what is on the way.
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In some places they say boak for 'vomit'
and spell it boke and bolk as well.
Thankfully a yolk ain't a yoke and a yoak
and baroque ain't barolk -
let alone baroak and baroke.
Thankfully a frog ain't a crolker,
the pudding ain't tapiolka
and 'so-so' ain't mediolkre.
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Nipping in the bud some of the conservative
Indoctrination with your determined mind,
Knocking down almost all misconceptions or
Hearsay about the so-called weakness of woman,
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A madman's humanity
of which we decry
When he has those feelings
the same, you and I
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The majestic sunroof peacock
Opens the waving wings to dance
In the metal bodied reflector
Of my new Hyundai i20 car
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Looks are sometimes
So decieving!
But baby I don't have to
Be looking at you
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Above the Saviour's cross, I saw
A message plain to see,
That shared His Name and so much more
Right there on Calvary.
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No time explain, no time at all for anything.
Living on the rails.
The edge of cliff with so many jagged rocks so far below.
I'm jumping I know the risks hopefully I get lucky and they miss.
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मन का प्रतिबिंब - एक स्थिर तालाब
जब जीवन सुचारू रूप से चल रहा हो
मन का प्रतिबिंब - बवंडर, तालाब में लहर
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Leong and I are at a party, a graduating-high-school-senior throw-down. Their school year is over, and they are ready to darty. We're at a lake house, well away from parents and neighbors.
These are the kids I high-schooled with - I just got promoted a year early. I get a lot of nods, waves and winks from some guys but none of them approach, like a mysterious inversion of attitudes has occurred - as if Yale were a nunnery and I'm a known novitiate. It's just as well, I'm not looking for a hookup.
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As the night grows older
Lays naked in the sand
Wind blows so brutal hard
Tides flip-flops its rage
...
Hollow eyes with wax coated
irises stare vacantly at the streets;
glasses hung loose at the nose tip;
nothing going right since dawn as
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