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To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery

by Richard Lovelace

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Drawing the boundary…

Passers-By

by Carl Sandburg

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Drawing the boundary…

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To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery

by Richard Lovelace

How I grieve that I am well!
All my health was in my sicknes,
Go then, Destiny, and tell,
Very death is in this quicknes.

Such a fate rules over me,
That I glory when I languish,
And do blesse the remedy,
That doth feed, not quench my anguish.

'Twas a gentle warmth that ceas'd
In the vizard of a feavor;
But I feare now I am eas'd
All the flames, since I must leave her.

Joyes, though witherd, circled me,
When unto her voice inured
Like those who, by harmony,
Only can be throughly cured.

Sweet, sure, was that malady,
Whilst the pleasant angel hover'd,
Which ceasing they are all, as I,
Angry that they are recover'd.

And as men in hospitals,
That are maim'd, are lodg'd and dined;
But when once their danger fals,
Ah th' are healed to be pined!

Fainting so, I might before
Sometime have the leave to hand her,
But lusty, am beat out of dore,
And for Love compell'd to wander.

Passers-By

by Carl Sandburg

Out of your many faces 
Flash memories to me 
Now at the day end 
Away from the sidewalks 
Where your shoe soles traveled 
And your voices rose and blent 
To form the city’s afternoon roar 
Hindering an old silence 

Passers-by, 
I remember lean ones among you. 
Throats in the clutch of a hope. 
Lips written over with strivings. 
Mouths that kiss only for love, 
Records of great wishes slept with. 
Held long 
And prayed and toiled for 

Yes, 
Written on 
Your mouths 
And your throats 
I read them 
When you passed by 

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