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To My Mother
© George Barker
She will not glance up at the bomber or condescend
To drop her gin and scuttle to a cellar,
But lean on the mahogany table like a mountain
Whom only faith can move, and so I send
O all her faith and all my love to tell her
That she will move from mourning into morning.
Oft Have I Read That Innocence Retreats
© Thomas Parnell
Oft have I read that Innocence retreats
Where cooling streams salute ye summer Seats
Roll A Rock Down
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
On, out in the West where the riders are ready,
They sing an old song and they tell an old tale,
And its moral is plain: Take it easy, go steady,
While riding a horse on the Malibu Trail.
Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord
© Charles Wesley
Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
The Old Superb
© Sir Henry Newbolt
So Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain,
And "Ship ahoy!" a hundred times a day;
Round the world if need be, and round the world again,
With a lame duck lagging all the way.
If?
© Augusta Davies Webster
If I should die this night, (as well might be,
So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
And they should come at morn and look on me
Perfume
© Arthur Symons
"Farewell" between our kisses creeps,
You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet ah! the vacant place still keeps
The odour of your hair.
The Gardener LXXIX: I Often Wonder
© Rabindranath Tagore
I often wonder where lie hidden
the boundaries of recognition between
The Passion Of Our Lady
© Charles Péguy
For the past three days she had been wandering, and following.
She followed the people.
Carmen LVIII
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Caeli, Lesbia nostra, Lesbia illa,
illa Lesbia, quam Catullus unam
plus quam se atque suos amavit omnes,
nunc in quadriviis et angiportis
glubit magnanimos Remi nepotes.
On The Cackling Of A Hen
© John Bunyan
The hen, so soon as she an egg doth lay,
(Spreads the fame of her doing what she may.)
Old Man Throwing a Ball by David Baker : American Life in Poetry #258 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
© Ted Kooser
This marks the fourth time we’ve published a poem by David Baker, one of my favorite writers. Baker lives in Granville, Ohio, and teaches at Denison University. He is also the poetry editor for the distinguished Kenyon Review.
Old Man Throwing a Ball
He is tight at first, stiff, stands there atilt
Tennyson: In Lucem Transitus, October, 1892
© Henry Van Dyke
FROM the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon,
To the singing tides of heaven, and the light more clear than noon,
Passed a soul that grew to music till it was with God in tune.
Seeking And Finding
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Thinking of shores that I shall never see,
And things that I would know but am forbid
By Time and briefness, treasuries locked from me
In unknown tongue or human bosom hid,
The German Students Love-Song
© Caroline Norton
By these, and by Love's power divine,
I have no thought but what is thine!
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