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The Company Of Lovers by Judith Wright

We meet and part now over all the world;
we, the lost company,
take hands together in the night, forget
the night in our brief happiness, silently.
We, who sought many things, throw all away
for this one thing, one only,
remembering that in the narrow grave
we shall be lonely.

Death marshalls up his armies round us now.
Their footsteps crowd too near.
Lock…

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A Well-Worn Story by Dorothy Parker

In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.

His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.

Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.

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Another favorite, favorite author.

Nanette: An Aside by Willa Cather

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“The man moved from the upstairs window to his desk near the fire.” ~ Blood Promise by Mark Pryor

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The Last Words of My English Grandmother
by William Carlos Williams

There were some dirty plates
and a glass of milk
beside her on a small table
near the rank, disheveled bed–

Wrinkled and nearly blind
she lay and snored
rousing with anger in her tones
to cry for food,

Gimme something to eat–
They’re starving me–
I’m all right–I won’t go
to the hospital.No, no, no

Give me something to eat!
Let…

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The Thieves by Robert Graves

Lovers in the act despense
With such meum-tuum sense
As might warningly reveal
What they must not pick or steal,
And their nostrum is to say:
‘I and you are both away.’

After, when they disentwine
You from me and yours from mine,
Neither can be certain who
Was that I whose mine was you.
To the act again they go
More completely not to know.

Theft is theft and raid is…

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A favorite, favorite author.

Oblong Box by Edgar Allan Poe

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“The angel of death made its way through the festa, and nobody noticed.” ~ Everyone in Their Place by Maurizio de Giovanni

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may i feel said he by e e cummings

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re…

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Incident BY COUNTEE CULLEN

(For Eric Walrond)

Once riding in old Baltimore,    Heart-filled, head-filled with glee, I saw a Baltimorean    Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small,    And he was no whit bigger, And so I smiled, but he poked out    His tongue, and called me, “Nigger.” I saw the whole of Baltimore    From May until December; Of all the things that happened…

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