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O pale, austere moon,haughty beauty ...what do we know of love,or duty?
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Second Sightby Michael R. BurchI never touched you:that was my mistake.Deep within,I still feel the ache.Can an unformed thingeternally break?***Now, ..
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I Loved Youby Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkinloose translation by Michael R. BurchI loved you ... perhaps I love you still ...perhaps for a while such e..
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Dispensing Keysby Hafiztranslation by Michael R. Burch-The imbecileconstructs cagesfor everyone he knows,while the sage(who has to duck his headwhenev..
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for Bethdon’t forget to rememberthat Space is curved(like your Heart)and that even Light is bentby your Gravity.
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Listen to me now and heed my voice;I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,but listen now.Listen to me now, and if I saythat black is black,..
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There was a moment without the sound of trumpets or a shining light, but with only silence and darkness and a cool mist felt more than seen. I wa..
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SquallbyMichael R. BurchThere, in that sunny arbor,in the aureate lightfiltering through the waxy leavesof a stunted banana tree,I felt the sudden mon..
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This is an anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1260 AD, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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A week before the Armistice, you died.They did not keep your heart like Livingstone’s,then plant your bones near Shakespeare’s. So you lie..
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