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Jenny Kissed me

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in! 32 more words


Martin Bock Made Me Cry

Martin Bock made me cry. Here’s how it happened:

The Burlington Writers Workshop took our Best of anthology on tour last week with a stop at the Joslin Memorial Library in Waitsfield. 417 more words


Hurufism, Fish, and Poetry as the highest form of love for God

Part II: Fish

In the context of the ideals of Hurufism, it’s interesting to return to a poem we read in Mouth Thought last week. After several sessions of ‘mistranslating’ poems from other languages, we returned to the original meeting format: bring poems, read poems, talk about language in the poems, read poems again. 526 more words


The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear,
A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves,
Quickened with touches of transporting fear.

Leigh Hunt


The Glove And The Lions by James Henry Leigh Hunt

                The Glove And The Lions

King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
And one day, as his lions fought, sat looking on the court. 265 more words

Abou Ben Adhem by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, 120 more words