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Walter Porter
Poems Love in Thy Youth, Fair Maid; Be Wise Biographical information Given name: Walter Family name: Porter Birth date: ca. 1590 Death date: November 1659 Nationality: English Family relations father: Henry Porter Language: English Patron: John lord Digby, first earl of Bristol Literary period: Seventeenth century Occupations Gentleman of the Chapel Royal: 5 January 1616 Master of the choristers of Westminster Abbey: 1639 Buried at: St. Margaret's Church, Westminster

the garden
En robe de parade.


Like a skein of loose silk blown against a... [read poem]
further instructions
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a s... [read poem]
the lake isle
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little toba... [read poem]
a pact
I make truce with you, Walt Whitman --
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a... [read poem]
in a station of the metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd :
Petals on a wet, black bough .
to the reader
As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow

and as you r... [read poem]
in california during the gulf war
Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among
trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts,
the ... [read poem]
the seafarer
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text)

May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journe... [read poem]
portrait d'une femme
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
London has swept about you this score years
An... [read poem]
h. s. mauberley (life and contacts) [part i]
"Vocat aestus in umbram"
Nemesianus Es. IV.

For three years, out of key with his ti... [read poem]
lament of the frontier guard
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now!... [read poem]
the river-merchant's wife: a letter
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling ... [read poem]
Go, dumb-born book,
Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes:
Hadst thou but song... [read poem]
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs,
I am compelled to admit
That man is ... [read poem]
love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise
Love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise,
Old Time will make thee colder,
And though each... [read poem]
opening words
I believe the earth
exists, and
in each minim mote
of its dust the holy
glow of ... [read poem]
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