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formal poetry

Aftertaste

By William Baer

He never even noticed anymore
the “finish” of the wine, the tang of the salt,
the sweetness of the sugared petit four,

Film Noir

By Dana Gioia

It’s a farm town in the August heat
With a couple of bars along Main Street.
A jukebox moans from an open door

The Cycle

By Theodore Roethke

Dark water, underground, Beneath the rock and clay, Beneath the roots of trees, Moved into common day, Rose from a mossy mound In mist that sun could seize. The fine rain coiled in a cloud Turned by revolving air Far from that colder source Where el [...]

Acquainted With the Night

By Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

Iris by Night

By Robert Frost

One misty evening, one another's guide,
We two were groping down a Malvern side
The last wet fields and dripping hedges home.

The Figure in the Doorway

By Robert Frost

The grade surmounted we were speeding high
Through level mountains nothing to the eye
But scrub oak, scrub oak and the lack of earth

In Time of Cloudburst

By Robert Frost

Let the downpour roil and toil!
The worst it can do to me
Is carry some garden soil

The Silken Tent

By Robert Frost

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent

The Middleness of the Road

By Robert Frost

The road at the top of the rise
Seems to come to an end
And take off into the skies.

Astrometaphysical

By Robert Frost

Lord, I have loved your sky,
Be it said against or for me,
Have loved it clear and high

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