All Poems
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Mi Hermana With Translation
© Alfonsina Storni
Son las diez de la noche; en el cuarto en penumbra,
Mi hermana está dormida, las manos sobre el pecho;
Es muy blanca su cara y es muy blanco su lecho,
Como si comprendiera, la luz casi no alumbra.
Early Spring
© John Clare
The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too,
The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;
How They Brought Aid To Bryan's Station
© Madison Julius Cawein
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas
Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to
Lines On The Portrait Of A Celebrated Publisher
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A MOONY breadth of virgin face,
By thought unviolated;
A patient mouth, to take from scorn
The hook with bank-notes baited!
Brussels
© Arthur Rimbaud
Boulevard du Régent
July Flowerbeds of amaranths right up to
The pleasant palace of Jupiter. -
I know it is Thou, who is this place,
Minglest thine almost Saharan Blue !
The Fearful Traveller In The Haunted Castle
© George Moses Horton
Oft do I hear those windows ope
And shut with dread surprise,
And spirits murmur as they grope,
But break not on the eyes.
The Sleeper
© Madison Julius Cawein
She sleeps and dreams; one milk-white, lawny arm
Pillowing her heavy hair, as might cold Night
Meeting her sister Day, with glory warm,
Subside in languor on her bosom's white.
Waste
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HOW many a budding plant is born to fade!
How many a May bloom wilt with quick decay!
Ofttimes the ruddiest rose holds briefest sway,
While heart and sense are evermore betrayed
Dejad Que La Alabe...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
¿Existirá? ¡Quién sabe!
Mi instinto la presiente
Dejad que yo la alabe
Previamente.
A Battle
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
The starry hosts with silver lances prick
The scarlet fringes of the tents of Day,
And turn their crystal shields upon their breasts,
And point their radiant lances, and so wait
The stirring of the giant in his caves.
The Dead Lover
© James Whitcomb Riley
Time is so long when a man is dead!
Some one sews; and the room is made
Very clean; and the light is shed
Soft through the window-shade.
Tribute To The Memory Of The Rev. Sister The Nativity, Foundress Of The Convent Of Villa Maria
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh, Villa Maria, thrice favored spot,
Unclouded sunshine is still thy lot
Since first, neath thy mortal old,
The spouses of Christworking out Gods will,
Meekly entered, their mission high to fill
Mid the little ones of His fold.
How A Girl Was Too Reckless Of Grammar
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
In one's language one conservative should be;
Speech is silver and it never should be free!
In The Metropolitan Museum
© Sara Teasdale
Inside the tiny Pantheon
We stood together silently,
Leaving the restless crowds awhile,
As ships find shelter from the sea.
Anacreontics, Drinking
© Abraham Cowley
THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
Autumnal Nightfall
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Round Autumn's mouldering urn
Loud mourns the chill and cheerless gale,
When nightfall shades the quiet vale
And stars in beauty burn.
An Autumn Sonnet
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
These little presents of your tenderness,
Although less grand a gift than was your love,
Are dear to me in this October stress
Of wind and war and whirling leaves above.
The Assimilation Of The Gypsies
© Larry Levis
In the background, a few shacks & overturned carts
And a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.
And here the crowd of onlookers, though a few of them
Must be intimate with the victim,
