Rest
by Neal Carman

Sunset; the river calm.
Afar, half-visible, the valley’s cleft containers.
The whole, a scene of rest.
Rest?
A mill, a bridge, a railway, trees, a river ?
What restful thing is there?
The mill?
A place of roaring waters,
Of belts that flap and clatter round their pulleys,
Of rollers crushing the germ of life
That those who strain to move its mangled weight
May strain the more.
The bridge?
A burden-bearer, that lately was
Crushed rock, and sacked cement, and twisted rods of iron
And lines upon a sheet of paper.
The railway?
Bald and stark manifestation
Of motion, weight, and grimy toil,
Where shovels, with ballast laden
And rhythmic striking mauls
Have served fire-gutted gods of steam and steel.
The trees?
Yes! fed on by insects,
Beat by the winds,
Robbed every year of light-transforming leaves,
Strangling their weak and small,
Strugglers — chained to their place till dead and rotted.
The river?
Bank-guawer, flood-begetter,
Carrier of filth and cannibalic life,
And mountains,
Riding toward the all-receptive sea.
A restful scene?
Yes, such throughout the world is peace and rest.

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Keep A Poem In Your Pocket
By Beatrice Schenk de Regniers

Keep a poem in your pocket
And a picture in your head
And you’ll never feel lonely
At night when you’re in bed.

The little poem will sing to you
The little picture bring to you
A dozen dreams to dance to you
At night when you’re in bed.

So
Keep a picture in your pocket
And a poem in your head
And you’ll never feel lonely
At night when you’re in bed.

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As Winds That Blow Against A Star
by Joyce Kilmer

Now by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should dance
Walk weary and laborious ways?

But rays from Heaven, white and whole,
May penetrate the gloom of earth;
And tears but nourish, in your soul,
The glory of celestial mirth.

The darts of toil and sorrow, sent
Against your peaceful beauty, are
As foolish and as impotent
As winds that blow against a star.

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