Ah…
…Now.
You See.
Poetry
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Fighting Words

Say my love is easy had,

Say I'm bitten raw with pride,

Say I am too often sad -

Still behold me at your side.

Say I'm neither brave nor young,

Say I woo and coddle care,

Say the devil touched my tongue -

Still you have my heart to wear.

But say my verses do not scan,

And I get me another man!

- Dorothy Parker

Send your grain across the seas, and in time you will get a return. Divide your merchandise among seven or perhaps eight ventures, since you do not know what disasters are in store for the world. If the clouds are heavy with rain they will shed it on the earth; whether a tree falls south or north, it must lie as it falls. He who keeps watching ( Read more... )

Here might I stay and sing,

No story so divine:

Never was love, dear King,

Never was grief like thine!

This is my Friend,

In whose sweet praise

I all my days

Could gladly spend.

Samuel Crossman

According to
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... or rather an extract, since the entire poem is nine times this length.

Some people earlier today were complaining that they already knew most of the poems they'd been seeing; I suspect that that's not true of this -- the middle nineth of Virtual Garden, by David Amery.

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But I like Dorothy Parker, so...

Theory

Into love and out again,

Thus I went and thus I go.

Spare your voice, and hold your pen:

Well and bitterly I know

All the songs were ever sung,

All the words were ever said;

Could it be, when I was young,

Some one dropped me on my head?

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