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Three Roundels by Geoffrey ChaucerI. Merciles Beaute ("Merciless Beauty")by Geoffrey Chaucertranslation byMichael R. BurchYour eyes slay me suddenly;t..
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LozengebyMichael R. BurchWhen I was closest to love, it did not seemreal at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetnessit might dissolve in my mouthlik..
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The Condition of My Heartby Munir Niaziloose translation byMichael R. BurchThere's no need for anyone else to get excited:The condition of my heart is..
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Athena takes mesometimes by both handsand we go levitatingthrough strange Dreamlandswhere Apollo sleepsin his dark forgettingand Passion seemslike a w..
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In this ordinary swoonas I pass from life to death,I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;I feel no sympathy for breath.Who I am and why I came,I do ..
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There was a moment without the sound of trumpets or a shining light, but with only silence and darkness and a cool mist felt more than seen. I wa..
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Mayspringflingher riotous petalsdevil-may-careinto the air,ignoring the lethalnettlesand mayMaycry gleeful-ly Hooray!as the abundancesettles,till a su..
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Distances
by Michael R. Burch
Moonbeams on water:
the reflected light
of a halcyon star
now drowning in night ...
So your memories are.
Fo..
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We did not worship at the shrine of tears;we knew not to believe, not to confess.And so, ahemming victors, to false cheers,we wrote off love, we gave ..
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Translations of poems by GulzarMy Apologies, Sonaby Gulzarloose translation byMichael R. BurchMy apologies, Sona,if traversing my verse's terrainin th..
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