PoetrySlamQuotesJM09

Tales of a Wayside Inn By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"...And ever and anon he bent His head upon his instrument, And seemed to listen, till he caught Confessions of its secret thought,— The joy, the triumph, the lament, The exultation and the pain ; Then, by the magic of his art, He soothed the throbbings of its heart, And lulled it into peace again. ..."

__ As I Walked Out One Evening __ By: W. H. Auden

"...'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky. ..."