FRIDAY POEMS
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A carpet, into which the suffering landscape pales
Perhaps the Sea of Galilee, a boat in the gale
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Georg Trakl
The Call
*O you who believe! When the call is proclaimed for the prayer on Friday, come to the remembrance of Allah and Salat and leave off business that is better for you if you don't know (Q62v9-12)*
*THE CALL*
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Paciolo Pen Saint
Lost Mr. Blake
Mr. Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner,
Who was quite out of the pale of Christianity, so to speak,
He was in the habit of smoking a long pipe and drinking a glass of
grog on a Sunday after dinner,
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William Schwenck Gilbert
A Savage
DIXON, a Choctaw, twenty years of age,
Had killed a miner in a Leadville brawl;
Tried and condemned, the rough-beards curb their rage,
And watch him stride in freedom from the hall.
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John Boyle O'reilly
Good Friday
He is despised and rejected of men. Isaiah liii. 3.
Is it not strange, the darkest hour
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John Keble
Mary Smith
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith,
There used to live a pretty girl whose name was Mary Smith;
And though it's many years since last I saw that pretty girl,
And though I feel I'm sadly worn by Western strife and whirl;
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Eugene Field
Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward
Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
The intelligence that moves, devotion is
And as the other Spheares, by being growne
Subject to forraigne motions, lose their owne
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John Donne
The Beasts' Confession
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents
When beasts could speak (the learned say,
They still can do so ev'ry day),
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Jonathan Swift
Olives
"Dead people don't like olives,"
I told my partners in eighth grade
dancing class, who never listened
as we fox-trotted, one-two, one-two.
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Donald Hall
Zone
At last you're tired of this elderly world
Shepherdess O Eiffel Tower this morning the bridges are bleating
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Guillaume Apollinaire
The Kessack Ferry-boat Fatality
'Twas on Friday the 2nd of March, in the year of 1894,
That the Storm Fiend did loudly laugh and roar
Along the Black Isle and the Kessack Ferry shore,
Whereby six men were drowned, which their friends will deplore.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Good Friday
O my chief good,
How shall I measure out thy blood?
How shall I count what thee befell,
And each grief tell?
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George Herbert
Good Friday
(Riding Westward.)
Let man's soule be a spheare, and then in this
The intelligence that moves devotion is;
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John Donne
The Knight Of Malta - Prose
To the Editor of the Knickerbocker
Sir: In the course of a tour which I made in Sicily, in the days of my juvenility, I passed some little time at the ancient city of Catania, at the foot of Mount Ætna. Here I became acquainted with the Chevalier L--, an old Knight of Malta. It was not many years after the time that Napoleon had dislodged the knights from their island, and he still wore the insignia of his order. He was not, however, one of those reliques of that once chivalrous body, who had been described was "a few worn-out old men, creeping about certain parts of Europe, with the Maltese cross on their breasts;" on the contrary, though advanced in life, his form was still light and vigorous; he had a pale, thin, intellectual visage, with a high forehead, and a bright, visionary eye. He seemed to take a fancy to me, as I certainly did to him, and we soon became intimate, I visited him occasionally, at his apartments, in the wing of an old palace, looking toward Mount Ætna. He was an antiquary, a virtuoso, and a connoisseur. His rooms were decorated with mutilated statues, dug up from Grecian and Roman ruins; old vases, lachrymals, and sepulchral lamps. He had astronomical and chemical instruments, and black-letter books, in various languages. I found that he had dipped a little in chimerical studies and had a hankering after astrology and alchymy. He affected to believe in dreams and visions, and delighted in the fanciful Rosicrucian doctrines. I cannot persuade myself, however, that he really believed in all these: I rather think he loved to let his imagination carry him away into the boundless fairy land which they unfolded.
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Washington Irving
The Port O'call
Our hull is seldom painted,
Our decks are seldom stoned;
Our sails are patched and cobbled
And chains by rust marooned.
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Henry Lawson
The Epochs
ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before,
In flaming letters written, was impress d
GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be it confess'd,
Is this year's ADVENT, as it passeth o'er.
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Friday
From feasts abstain; be temperate, and pray;
Fast if thou wilt; and yet, throughout the day,
Neglect no labour and no duty shirk:
Not many hours are left thee for thy work-
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Ghetto
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Cool, inaccessible air
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,
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Lola Ridge
Lancelot 02
The flash of oak leaves over Guinevere
That afternoon, with the sun going down,
Made memories there for Lancelot, although
The woman who in silence looked at him
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Good Friday
Am I a stone and not a sheep
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?
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Christina Rossetti
The Gods Ash Their Cigarettes
Death stepped out of the television
just long enough to catch us off guard
and we mill around a crematorium's lawns.
‘I saw her on Friday, now she's gone.'
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S. K. Kelen
A Week
On Monday night I closed my door,
And thought you were not as heretofore,
And little cared if we met no more.
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Thomas Hardy
Brier: Good Friday
Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,
That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,
I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.
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Emily Pauline Johnson
Autumn Day
The raging colour of this cold Friday
Eats up our patience like a fire,
Consumes our willingness to endure,
Here the crumpled maple, a gold fabric,
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Anne Barbara Ridler
The Beasts' Confession
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents
When beasts could speak (the learned say,
They still can do so ev'ry day),
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Jonathan Swift
Poor Housekeeping
If there is one gift that I prize above others,
That tinges with brightness whatever I do,
And gives to the sombre a roseate hue,
'Tis a legacy mine from the nicest of mothers,
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Hattie Howard
The Voyage Of Maeldune
I.
I WAS the chief of the race--he had stricken my father dead--
But I gather'd my fellows together, I swore I would strike off his head.
Each of them look'd like a king, and was noble in birth as in worth,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Poet's Obligation
To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or harsh prison cell;
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Pablo Neruda
Friday
We nailed the hands long ago,
Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted
For excitement's sake, we stood at the dusty edge
Of the pebbled path and watched the extreme of pain.
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Elizabeth Jennings