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We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
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A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody . . .
Remarks on Poetry and the Physical World
After reading Ash Wednesday
she looked once at the baked beans
and fled. Luncheonless, poor girl, . . .
Retired Ballerinas, Central Park West
Retired ballerinas on winter afternoons
walking their dogs
in Central Park West . . .
Reverie in Open Air
I acknowledge my status as a stranger:
Inappropriate clothes, odd habits
Out of sync with wasp and wren. . . .
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown, . . .
Riprap
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands . . .
The River Now
Hardly a ghost left to talk with. The slavs moved on
or changed their names to something green. Greeks gave up
old dishes and slid into repose. Runs of salmon thin . . .
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood . . .
Rock and Hawk
Here is a symbol in which
Many high tragic thoughts
Watch their own eyes.
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