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The Law

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.

Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal;
Move on, for the orbit is fixed for your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night,
The torch of the Builder shall give you new light.

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Spontaneous Me

by Walt Whitman

SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash,
The same, late in autumn--the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and
light and dark green,
The rich coverlid of the grass--animals and birds--the private
untrimm'd bank--the primitive apples--the pebble-stones,
Beautiful dripping fragments--the negligent list of one after
another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them,

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Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867

by Walt Whitman

A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.

A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers
handle the pitch-fork;
A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,

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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun

by Walt Whitman

GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;

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Great Are The Myths

by Walt Whitman

GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
inventors, rulers, warriors, and priests.
Great is Liberty! great is Equality! I am their follower;
Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft! where you sail, I sail,
I weather it out with you, or sink with you.

Great is Youth--equally great is Old Age--great are the Day and
Night;

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Recent Sun Poems

Magenta Blaze

by Ghairo Daniels

eyes dazed by magenta blaze

skin torn by piercing thorn

blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn

she knows her season is done

a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun

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The sun climbs out to reach you

by John Hughes

The sun is sinking yet climbing and maneuvering through the trees, the branches, the leaves, the buildings, the windows, the smog, and the streaks on the window to reach you and touch you and your head. Its like it wants to give all of its love to you no matter where you are.

Mellow Paradise

by Margaret Chekh

Beneath the rays of the unmerciful sun
July sang its old drowsy tune,
Even the birds made no move to shun,
As they stood mesmerized by the croon.

In that hush of a golden disc,
I surrendered to stillness of grove;
Only thoughts were not silent and brisk,
Aching bitterly, longing to prove

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quechua, llaqtaq runakunapaq

by atef ayadi

ñuqa hamuyku punchawkunapi,
ch’isi, k’uychi, ch’uñu,
mana tukuychu kanki.

after noon, grizly after wood.

by atef ayadi

she said:
language turned us into liars lying to ourselves.
morality invented "evil" so we could feel guilty about being animals.
technology gave us tools to fix problems we wouldn’t have without tools.
so,
what can you add on top that?
i said:
you have your "lmt," i have mine.
beside, top top,
topping, and

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