Have You An Eye - Edwin Ford Piper

Have you an eye for the trails, the trails,
    The old mark and the new?
What scurried here, what loitered there,
    In the dust and in the dew?

Indian Summer - Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

I have strayed from silent places,
Where the days are dreaming always;

The Alice Jean - Robert Graves

One moonlit night a ship drove in,
    A ghost ship from the west,
Drifting with bare mast and lone tiller,
    Like a mermaid drest
In long green weed and barnacles:
    She beached and came to rest.

All the watchers of the coast
    Flocked to view the sight,
Men and women streaming down
    Through the summer night,
Found her standing tall and ragged
    Beached in the moonlight.

Then one old woman looked and wept
    “The ‘Alice Jean’? But no!
The ship that took my Dick from me
    Sixty years ago
Drifted back from the utmost west
    With the ocean’s flow?

“Caught and caged in the weedy pool
    Beyond the western brink,
Where crewless vessels lie and rot
    in waters black as ink.
Torn out again by a sudden storm
    Is it the ‘Jean’, you think?”

A hundred women stared agape,
    The menfolk nudged and laughed,
But none could find a likelier story
    For the strange craft.
With fear and death and desolation
    Rigged fore and aft.

The blind ship came forgotten home
    To all but one of these
Of whom none dared to climb aboard her:
    And by and by the breeze
Sprang to a storm and the “Alice Jean”
    Foundered in frothy seas.

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Robert Graves (1895 – 1985) England

A Red, Red Rose - Robert Burns

O my luve's like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
    That's sweetly played in tune.

A Psalm Of Life - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
    Life is but an empty dream! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
    And things are not what they seem.

Penelope - Dorothy Parker

In the pathway of the sun,

Ghazal - Muhammad din Tilai

The world is fainting,
And you will weep at last.

We Wear the Mask - Paul Laurence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

Mirabeau Bridge - Guillaume Apollinaire

Under Mirabeau bridge runs the Seine

The Rose That Grew From Concrete - Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?