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On A Bath, By Plato

Did Cytherea to the skies
From this pellucid lymph arise?
Or was it Cytherea's touch,
When bathing here, that made it such?

poem by William Cowper
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On Lucretia Borgia’s Hair

BORGIA, thou once wert almost too august
And high for adoration; now thou ’rt dust;
All that remains of thee these plaits unfold,
Calm hair meandering in pellucid gold.

poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Little Joke

Stripping an almond tree in flower
The wise apothecary's skill
A single drop of lethal power
From perfect sweetness can distill

From bitterness in efflorescence,
With murderous poisons packed therein;
The poet draws pellucid essence
Pure as a drop of metheglin.

poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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Jade

THE patient craftsman of the East who made
His undulant dragons of the veined jade,
And wound their sinuous volutes round the whole
Pellucid green redundance of the bowl,
Chiseled his subtle traceries with the same
Keen stone he wrought them in.
Nor praise, nor blame,
Nor gifts the years relinquish or refuse,
But only a grief commensurate with thy soul,
Shall carve it in a shape for gods to use.

poem by Edith Wharton
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My Life

My life is a Corinthian acanthus leaf
On an intricately carved classic column
Enchanted pellucid palace
Silent opaque sandglass
On an amethyst shelf
Byzantine transition
From circle to sphere.

My works are gothic objects
Frail violins
Of crystal madrigals
Bizarre rococo laces
In a darkly rich coloured interior
And sometimes as I stare at them
They are strange and unknown to me
Like my own hand and fingers
At three o’clock A.M.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Poetic Murder

The murder scenes continue
On my papers so cute.
My pen is the victim,
Ferociously starved of its blood and lymph.
I'm the callous murderer
But I seem not to bother.
I don't need a defense counsel
Cos my cases are obviously goanna to sell.
It is as speechless as silence,
With no iota of violence.
Painlessly its blue-blood flowed with ease,
To make my pellucid lines an awesome piece.
This is no doubt a poetic murder
That will surely take me beyond Africa's border.

poem by Emmanuel Damilola Adeyemo
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There Is A Spell In Autumn

There is a spell in autumn early,
One all too brief, of an enchantment rare:
The nights are radiant and pearly,
The days, pellucid, crystal-clear.

Where played the sickle and fell the corn, a mellow,
A warm and breathless stillness reigns supreme;
Spanning the brown and idle furrow,
A dainty thread of cobweb gleams.

The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour,
But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow -
Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow
Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer.

poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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Candle-wax-sky

Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise
whoever told you; you could dream, beyond the
Moon-lit, monolithic, midnight-skies.
Drink the midnight curtain of sleep
into the waking hours…
Where dreams can sublimely creep
Around; like a carnivorous green-flower
like a sun-spider sunning on a rock
like a worm in the pippin of an eye
looking down from a Candle-wax-sky.
Whoever said? It would be easier to dream..?
Whoever said..?
That; those darker blankets of velvet-red:
Wouldn’t come eventually calling to cover
your miserable maudlin flower-
Stem-head; with the blooded-thorns of a rose bed.

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Sonnet III: Turn to Yon Vale Beneath

Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade
Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light,
Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled Loves invite,
The bow'r of Pleasure opens to the glade:
Lull'd by soft flutes, on leaves of violets laid,
There witching beauty greets the ravish'd sight,
More gentle than the arbitress of night
In all her silv'ry panoply array'd!
The birds breathe bliss! light zephyrs kiss the ground,
Stealing the hyacinth's divine perfume;
While from the pellucid fountains glitt'ring round,
Small tinkling rills bid rival flow'rets bloom!
HERE, laughing Cupids bathe the bosom's wound;
THERE, tyrant passion finds a glorious tomb!

poem by Mary Darby Robinson
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Funnel

A dog walks around the yard
With a funnel around its neck.
Its tongue drapes out from
Below his upper lip,
Daubing the plastic cone
With his ever-draining saliva,
Crusting it with his spit.
Yet,
He grins,
Smiling stupid,
In a moron's way,
Grimacing at the sunlight
As it sifts through the pellucid film
That protects him,
And into his bicolor eyes.
The monochromatic sight of his
Glows in all its early 1930's
Stock-nitrate glory,
Time burning out around the edges.
All the while,

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poem by Tim Stensloff
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