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By William Carlos Williams
I will teach you my townspeople
how to perform a funeral —
for you have it over a troop
of artists—
unless one should scour the world —
you have the ground sense necessary.
See! the hearse leads.
I begin with a design for a hearse.
For Christ's sake not black —
nor white either — and not polished!
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William Carlos Williams • Tract by William Carlos Williams | Poetry Foundation
And I who have written much in prose and verse
For others’ uses, will write now for mine,—
Will write my story for my better self,
As when you paint your portrait for a friend,
Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it
Long after he has ceased to love you, just
To hold together what he was and is.
Denise Krebs • Poetry Friday – Earth’s Crammed with Heaven – Dare to Care
A verdict of death by misadventure was returned.
Oscar Wilde • The Picture of Dorian Gray
C’était la noble abnégation à laquelle consentent tous les amants, et il en avait accueilli l’idée à cet instant, au téléphone, dans la vision d’un tourbillon de feu et de gloire ; et mourir pour elle, jugeait-il, c’était avoir bien vécu et aimé. Il n’avait que vingt et un ans, et il aimait pour la première fois.
Philippe Jaworski • Martin Eden (édition enrichie) (French Edition)
O, a cherubim Thou wast that did preserve me.
William Shakespeare • The Tempest
I have entered sadness as one might enter a room – this after weeks of my heart having for its habitation a place as unyielding and flat as an Essex field in winter! John Bell says: What ails you, wife? He produces gardenias, hair-combs, lenses, bracelets in amber and jet, celestial almanacs, a white hen – reminds me that the whole exchequer of his
... See moreSarah Perry • Enlightenment
Romantic Poetry
The deity is less divine than many men; and (according to Haeckel) the whole of life is something much more grey, narrow, and trivial than many separate aspects of it. The parts seem greater than the whole.
G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton • Orthodoxy
The poet's chaos was no unapt emblem of the state of my mind.