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Boys and Girls Together
by Neil Gaiman

Boys don't want to be princes.
Boys want to be shepherds who slay dragons,
maybe someone gives you half a kingdom and a princess,
but that's just what comes of being a shepherd boy
and slaying a dragon. Or a giant. And you don't really
even have to be a shepherd. Just not a prince.

( In stories, even princes don't want to be princes, )

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Jean Toomer - Face

Hair --
silver-gray,
like streams of stars,
Brows --
recurved canoes
quivered by the ripples blown by pain,
Her eyes --
mist of tears
condensing on the flesh below
And her channeled muscles
are cluster grapes of sorrow
purple in the evening sun
nearly ripe for worms.

Carol Ann Duffy - 'Text'

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I thought this would be an excellent follow-up to the (equally excellent) previous poem 'E-Mail'. It's taken from Duffy's collection Rapture.

Text

I tend the mobile now
like an injured bird.

We text, text, text
our significant words.

I re-read your first,
your second, your third,

look for your small xx,
feeling absurd.

The codes we send
arrive with a broken chord.

I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.

Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.