#separator:tab #html:true <div>My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree<br></div><div>Toward heaven still,</div>"<span style=""font-weight: 600;"">After Apple-Picking</span>" <div>And there's a barrel that I didn't fill<br></div><div>Beside it, and there may be two or three</div>AAP <div>I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight<br></div><div>I got from looking through a pane of glass</div>AAP <div>I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough<br></div><div>And held against the world of hoary grass</div>AAP <div>It melted, and I let it fall and break.<br></div><div>But I was well</div>AAP <div>Upon my way to sleep before it fell,<br></div><div>And I could tell</div>AAP <div>Stem end and blossom end,<br></div><div>And every fleck of russet showing clear.</div>AAP <div>My instep arch not only keeps the ache,<br></div><div>It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.</div>AAP <div>I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.<br></div><div>And I keep hearing from the cellar bin</div>AAP <div>Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.<br></div><div>For all</div>AAP <div>That struck the earth,<br></div><div>No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,</div>AAP <div>One can see what will trouble<br></div><div>This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.</div>AAP <div>Were he not gone,<br></div><div>The woodchuck could say whether it's like his</div>AAP <div>Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,<br></div><div>Or just some human sleep.</div>AAP <div>Out of the night that covers me,<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Black as the pit from pole to pole,</div>INV <div>I thank whatever gods may be<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For my unconquerable soul.</div>INV <div>In the fell clutch of circumstance<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I have not winced nor cried aloud.</div>INV <div>Under the bludgeonings of chance<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My head is bloody, but unbowed.</div>INV <div>Beyond this place of wrath and tears<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looms but the Horror of the shade,`</div>INV <div>And yet the menace of the years<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finds and shall find me unafraid.</div>INV <div>It matters not how strait the gate,<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How charged with punishments the scroll,</div>INV <div>I am the master of my fate,<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I am the captain of my soul.</div>INV The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,OCMC The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,OCMC While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;OCMC <div>&nbsp;But O heart! heart! heart!<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O the bleeding drops of red,</div>OCMC Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,OCMC For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,OCMC For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;OCMC <div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; This arm beneath your head!<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It is some dream that on the deck,</div>OCMC My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,OCMC The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,OCMC From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object wonOCMC <div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But I with mournful tread,</div>OCMC I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whomSBJ But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb,SBJ That spot which no vicissitude can find?SBJ Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind—SBJ But how could I forget thee?—Through what power,SBJ Even for the least division of an hour,SBJ Have I been so beguiled as to be blindSBJ To my most grievous loss!—That thought’s returnSBJ Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,SBJ Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,SBJ Knowing my heart’s best treasure was no more;SBJ That neither present time, nor years unbornSBJ Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.SBJ As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;BMH That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bendBMH Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.BMH I, like an usurp'd town to another due,BMH Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;BMH Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,BMH But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.BMH Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,BMH But am betroth'd unto your enemy;BMH Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,BMH Take me to you, imprison me, for I,BMH Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,BMH Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.BMH Old age should burn and rave at close of day;DNG <div>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br></div><br>DNG Though wise men at their end know dark is right,DNG Because their words had forked no lightning theyDNG Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightDNG Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,DNG Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,DNG And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,DNG Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightDNG Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,&nbsp; &nbsp;DNG And you, my father, there on the sad height,DNG Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.DNG <div>Sunset and evening star,<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And one clear call for me!</div>CTB <div>And may there be no moaning of the bar,<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When I put out to sea,</div>CTB <div>&nbsp; &nbsp;But such a tide as moving seems asleep,<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Too full for sound and foam,</div>CTB <div>When that which drew from out the boundless deep<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turns again home.<br></div><br>CTB <div>&nbsp; &nbsp;Twilight and evening bell,<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And after that the dark!</div>CTB <div>And may there be no sadness of farewell,<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When I embark;</div>CTB <div>&nbsp; &nbsp;For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place<br></div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The flood may bear me far,</div>CTB Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;DBP For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDPB Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.DBP From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,DBP Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,DBP And soonest our best men with thee do go,DBP Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.DBP Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,DBP And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,DBP And poppy or charms can make us sleep as wellDBp And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?DBP One short sleep past, we wake eternally`DBP And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.DBP <div>I met a traveller from an antique land,<br></div><div>Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone</div>OZY <div>Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,<br></div><div>Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,</div>OZY <div>And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,<br></div><div>Tell that its sculptor well those passions read</div>OZY <div>Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<br></div><div>The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;</div>OZy <div>Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!<br></div><div>Nothing beside remains. Round the decay</div>OZY <div>Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare<br></div><div>The lone and level sands stretch far away.”</div>OZY "<pre>The woman named Tomorrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth </pre>"FPP "<pre>and takes her time and does her hair the way she wants it </pre>"FPP "<pre>and fastens at last the last braid and coil and puts the hairpin where it belongs </pre>"FPP "<pre>and turns and drawls: Well, what of it? My grandmother, Yesterday, is gone. </pre>"FPP <pre>What of it? Let the dead be dead. </pre>FPP "<pre>The doors were cedar and the panels strips of gold </pre>"FPP "<pre>and the girls were golden girls and the panels read and the girls chanted: </pre>"FPP "<pre> We are the greatest city, the greatest nation: nothing like us ever was. </pre>"FPP "<pre>The doors are twisted on broken hinges. Sheets of rain swish through on the wind </pre>"FPP "<pre style=""box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 1rem; overflow: auto; color: rgb(199, 194, 187); background-color: rgb(24, 26, 27);""> where the golden girls ran and the panels read: </pre>"FPP "<pre style=""box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 1rem; overflow: auto; color: rgb(199, 194, 187); background-color: rgb(24, 26, 27);""> We are the greatest city, the greatest nation, nothing like us ever was. </pre>"FPP "<pre>It has happened before. Strong men put up a city and got a nation together,</pre>"FPP "<pre>And paid singers to sing and women to warble: We are the greatest city, the greatest nation, nothing like us ever was. </pre>"FPP "<pre>And while the singers sang and the strong men listened </pre>"FPP "<pre>and paid the singers well and felt good about it all, </pre>"FPP "<pre> there were rats and lizards who listened … and the only listeners left now … are … the rats … and the lizards. </pre>"FPP "<pre>And there are black crows crying, ""Caw, caw,"" </pre>"FPP "<pre>bringing mud and sticks building a nest over the words carved </pre>"FPP "<pre>on the doors where the panels were cedar and the strips on the panels were gold </pre>"FPP "<pre>The only singers now are crows crying, ""Caw, caw,"" </pre>"FPP <pre>And the sheets of rain whine in the wind and doorways. `</pre>FPP <pre>And the only listeners now are … the rats … and the lizards.</pre>FPP "<pre>The feet of the rats scribble on the door sills; </pre>"FPP "<pre>the hieroglyphs of the rat footprints chatter the pedigrees of the rats </pre>"FPP "<pre>and babble of the blood and gabble of the breed </pre>"FPP "<pre>of the grandfathers and the great-grandfathers of the rats.</pre>"FPP "<pre>And the wind shifts and the dust on a door sill shifts</pre>"FPP "<pre>and even the writing of the rat footprints tells us nothing, nothing at all</pre>"FPP "<pre>about the greatest city, the greatest nation where the strong men listened </pre>"FPP <pre>and the women warbled: Nothing like us ever was. </pre>FPP "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">stars are like diamonds in the sky</span></b>"Simile "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">it was the beginning of the end.</span></b>"Paradox "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">she is a monster</span></b>"Metaphor "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">the trees stretched their arms to the sky</span></b>"Personification "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Achilles' heel&nbsp;</span></b>"Allusion "<span id=""docs-internal-guid-67aace1e-7fff-7632-4e5d-44cd5b734321""><span style=""font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"">The captain commands one hundred sails</span></span>""<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Synecdoche</span></b>" cold fireOxymoron Splah!"<span id=""docs-internal-guid-8319bae6-7fff-e125-c35a-962f62b26486""><span style=""font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"">Onomatopoeia</span></span>" "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Kicked cold coffee</span></b>""<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Alliteration</span></b>" Death be not proud"<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Apostrophe</span></b>" "<b><div><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">We were running</span></div><div><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">to find what had happened</span></div><div><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">beyond the hills.</span></div></b><br>"Enjambment "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Let freedom ring ....<br></span></b><b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Let freedom ring....</span></b>"Anaphora words words words"<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Epizeuxi</span></b>" "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">To be or not to be!""</span></b>"Diacope I came, I saw, I conquered."<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Asyndeton</span></b>" "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Easy come, easy go</span></b>""<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Parallelism</span></b>" "<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Everyone who loves his country is a patriot, but not every patriot loves his country.</span></b>""<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">&nbsp;Chiasmus (antimetabole)</span></b>" Loud yellow shirt"<b><span style=""font-weight: 400;"">Synaesthesia</span></b>"