 | The Tyger,
William Blake
 | here by request
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In Flanders Fields, John McCrae
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| April Love,
Ernest Dowson
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| The Love Song of J.
Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot
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Portrait of a Lady, T. S. Eliot
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Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat, Thomas Gray
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Patterns, Amy Lowell
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| To His Coy Mistress,
Andrew Marvell
| This shows how weird I am about poetry.
I love "To His Coy Mistress" but I don't like "To Virgins, to Make
Much of Time" because I consider it smarmy and self-serving
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| Dulce
Et Decorum Est, Wilfred Owen
| I put this one here less for its own sake and
more because my sense of justice will not allow "Flanders Fields" to
be the only war poem on the site.
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Wiccan Rede, Adriana Porter
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| Do Not Go Gentle into
That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
| Here by request. Also, fondly
remembered because of the time Frank took Sandra's English class to
the soccer fields so they could read it as loudly and impassionedly
as they wanted.
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Goblin Market, Christina Rossetti
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| Chicago,
Carl Sandburg
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| Garden of
Proserpine, Algernon Charles Swinburne
| "Hey, that poet's name is Algernon! I
wonder if he wrote anything fun." Good things come from
exploration.
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| The
Writer, Richard Wilbur
| This poem would be here no matter what, but
ever since I saw Big Fish, I have had trouble separating
movie from poem.
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| Intimations of
Immortality, William Wordsworth
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The Second Coming, W. B. Yeats |
