1. London BY WILLIAM BLAKE I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro’ midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse 2. The love song of J. Alfred Profrock http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html 3. “ode to frank silvera” ode to frank silvera yu might think that moving silently thru th tenement yr holsters bright nd lively in th yellow colord air yu might think that yr horse kickin without sound at th moon where sum say th faild souls those who cant find bodies hang out yu might say movin soft on top of egg shell tord yr path, karma is will plus fate, th old time blend yu might hope there is sum one to love yu at th end of th road yu might see nothin can grow in th dust of yr anxieties yu might say that fate is whats left aftr yu do nothing. yu can go on alone with all th mysteries of being. yu walk out of th town at sun rise before there is sound th fields maybe yu get rheumatism from too much mornin dew maybe yr hungr gets too deep to drink maybe yr holsters get parchd maybe theres only silence yu might say there is always more love of dark and golden being yu might say yul fly more like th crow yu cud say yu dont have to kill yrself that’l be taken care of yu cud say th mountain and love is hard and eternal, never yields to nothing. sumtime yu are th wind racing green ovr th hairy fields sumtimes yu are th blind eye of th sun turning in yr belly yu dream yu move further out a town