Come unto these yellow sands, by William Shakespeare
Come into these yellow sands,
And her talk hands.
Curtsied when yonhave and kissed,
Inewild waves whist,
Foot itfeat 111ere and there,
And Sweet sprites the bwden bear.
Huvk, hurk!
Bow-how.
The wutihdogs bulk!
Bow-wow.
Hall bark I heuv
The Efaiucf strutling chantiileer
Cry “cock-u-doodk-do!”
[Read the original here. Also, why is this poem misspelled?]
Suum Cuique, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wilf thou seal upth avenue of ill?
Pay every debt as if Jod wrote He bill.
[Prudent advice on a night working with budgets. The original goes:
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill.
Thanks Ralph!]
As impercetibly as grief, by Emily Dickinson
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The summer lvpscdaway,
Too impaceptikill at Just
to Sulm like pafidy.
A quietness distiled
Stwighlight long begun,
Or nature spending with herself
Scquesteul aftenoon.
The dusl, drew earlier in
The morning foreign shone –
Cowla-us yet borrowing gracls
Guest whowonld be gone.
And thus, without a wing
Or service of a keel,
Our summer made her light
Escape t,nto ihe beautiful.
[Just when I thought the Newton would get the last stanza right…ah well. Another farewell to the season that was.]
To Autumn, by John Keats
Seasons of mistsand mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friemrl of the mutving Sun;
Conspiling with him how to load orul bhss
With fruit the uines that round flu thutih-leaves run;
Irobend with apples the mossed rottage Tues,
And fill all the fruit wihripeness tailcucone;
To swell Rugowd, and plunrp the hard shells
Willie sweet hand to set the building more,
And still more later Flowers for the bees,
Until they thiuk warm days will never cease,
Itvor Summer hers o’abvimmed their clammy shells.
> Read the real deal here
[From a classic post – and poem, by Lewis Carroll in “Through the Looking Glass” – by Penn U student Don Montabana, written in 1994.]
Tablespoons
Teas Willis, and the sticky tours
Did gym and Gibbs in the wake.
All mimes were the borrowers,
And the moderate Belgrade.
“Beware the tablespoon my son,
The teeth that bite, the Claus that catch.
Beware the Subjects bird, and shred
The serious Bandwidth!”
He took his Verbal sword in hand:
Long time the monitors fog he sought,
So rested he by the Tumbled tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And as in selfish thought he stood,
The tablespoon, with eyes of Flame,
Came stifling through the trigger wood,
And troubled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and though,
The Verbal blade went thicker shade.
He left it dead, and with its head,
He went gambling back.
“And host Thai slash the tablespoon?
Come to my arms my bearish boy.
Oh various day! Cartoon! Cathay!”
He charted in his joy.
Teas Willis, and the sticky tours
Did gym and Gibbs in the wake.
All mimes were the borrowers,
And the moderate Belgrade.
there once was a man
From duntndxet Wlo’s
disk was So long he lmld
Duck it