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  James Ruby   If a sheepdog ate a cantaloupe, Would it make him frisk like an antelope? Would he feel all pleased and jolly? Or would he be...

Jean Cocteau We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies,  It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—  This debt we p...

Virgil Elliott    Moth Song I tasted it, the gold In the gold, I saw the sweetness At the end of my uncoiling Tongue...

Andrew Wyeth On Parting It's over you know, the summer's over. Clouds of dust as the last vehicle went out. A ...

Henry Mosler Summer Farm  Straws like tame lightnings lie about the grass And hang zigzag on hedges. Green as glass The wate...