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Iambic Pentameter Books
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Montage of a Dream Deferred (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.33 — 211 ratings — published 1951
The Wild Iris (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.18 — 14,815 ratings — published 1992
Worshipful Company of Fletchers (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.07 — 530 ratings — published 1995
Wild Geese (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.61 — 649 ratings — published 2004
Macbeth (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.89 — 1,000,336 ratings — published 1623
Where the Sidewalk Ends (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.35 — 1,490,668 ratings — published 1974
Milk and honey (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.96 — 786,128 ratings — published 2014
The Complete Poems (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.10 — 11,451 ratings — published -60
Witness: The Selected Poems of Mario Benedetti (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.35 — 168 ratings — published 2008
The Porkchoppers (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.91 — 295 ratings — published 1972
Othello (Mass Market Paperback)
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avg rating 3.89 — 430,584 ratings — published 1603
Dr. Faustus (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.80 — 71,392 ratings — published 1588
Paradise Lost (Paperback)
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avg rating 3.85 — 179,217 ratings — published 1667
“Ladybird Heart by Stewart Stafford
O darling o' my heart,
If 'tis true that is what thou art,
Then recognise and see me.
Didst I not win thy heart so bold,
And giveth thee rings of gold?
Anon, honour our precious union.
But to interfering teams,
Thy loyalty now it seems,
Thee grants these canker blossoms o'er me.
Recall how they hath tried,
To jilt me from mine own bride,
And keepest thou lonesome and melancholy.
So, returneth, my dove,
To this, thy bed of love,
And sleep soundly beneath thy lovebird's wing.
© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
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O darling o' my heart,
If 'tis true that is what thou art,
Then recognise and see me.
Didst I not win thy heart so bold,
And giveth thee rings of gold?
Anon, honour our precious union.
But to interfering teams,
Thy loyalty now it seems,
Thee grants these canker blossoms o'er me.
Recall how they hath tried,
To jilt me from mine own bride,
And keepest thou lonesome and melancholy.
So, returneth, my dove,
To this, thy bed of love,
And sleep soundly beneath thy lovebird's wing.
© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
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“O, gentle Bard, if thou couldst but glimpse our digital age!
We set words in light called ‘blogs,’
Which are, alas, neither fens nor afflictions.
They are thoughts taken wing for the world to see,
Much like thou didst with plays posthumously,
Held eternally aloft in iambic pentameter.”
―
We set words in light called ‘blogs,’
Which are, alas, neither fens nor afflictions.
They are thoughts taken wing for the world to see,
Much like thou didst with plays posthumously,
Held eternally aloft in iambic pentameter.”
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