"How do I love Thee?"

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

BY: Elizabeth Barret Browning

"Eating Poetry"

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. 

There is no happiness like mine. 
I have been eating poetry. 

The librarian does not believe what she sees. 
Her eyes are sad 
and she walks with her hands in her dress. 

The poems are gone. 
The light is dim. 
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up. 

Their eyeballs roll, 
their blond legs burn like brush. 
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
 
She does not understand. 
When I get on my knees and lick her hand, 
she screams. 

I am a new man. 
I snarl at her and bark. 
I romp with joy in the bookish dark. 

BY: Mark Strand

"Morning Air" By: Clifton Redmond

Too afraid to cry 

In these tears i may drown

These soft burning thoughts

Im a fool for you still

The morning she yearns

For a blissfull picture 

But one in bblank reality 

I just cannot see 

The street sounds they haunt me

For why i can't say

Grime scent of a river 

Minced with the trash

I feel such emptyness 

Within my core

But mornings air 

She has no clues      

By: Clifton Redmond

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Reflection

You look through me
But what you see is mere emptiness
As if you were looking through the window,
Searching what you most desire,
When what i most desire,
just passes through me like the wind on a spring morning.
What do i need to do to become a mirror?
A mirror that reflects the half you are looking for.
Why don't you love me as i am?
Do i have to change my being like a piece of defective clay?
Do i have to perfection my personality?
Or do i need to look forward and try to be someone's reflection?