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Pagan

© Madison Julius Cawein

The gods, who could loose and bind
In the long ago,
The gods, who were stern and kind
To men below,
Where shall we seek and find,
Or, finding, know?

Sunday Evening In The Common

© John Hall Wheelock

Lookon the topmost branches of the world

The blossoms of the myriad stars are thick;

Full moon at Tierz: before the storming of Huesca.

© Rupert John Cornford

The past, a glacier, gripped the mountain wall,
And time was inches, dark was all.
But here it scales the end of the range,
The dialectic's point of change,
Crashes in light and minutes to its fall.

To M--

© Edgar Allan Poe

O! I care not that my earthly lot
Hath little of Earth in it,
That years of love have been forgot
In the fever of a minute:

To my quick ear the Leavesconferred

© Emily Dickinson

To my quick ear the Leavesconferred
The Bushesthey were Bells
I could not find a Privacy
From Nature's sentinels

Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris,

© Amelia Opie

PROUD Seine, along thy winding tide
Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide,
And, deckt with art and nature's pride,
Seems formed for jocund revelry.

Heavenly Wisdom

© John Logan

O Happy is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

A Dialogue

© Robert Laurence Binyon

The Man.
O pitiless word! Yet slay me too:
Be kind, O Death! for my soul grew,
Watered and fed by gracious dew,
Till in one hour Love met with thee.
Now, the wide world is misery!

The Zummer Hedge

© William Barnes

As light do gleäre in ev'ry ground,

Wi' boughy hedges out a-round

Kriss Kringle

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Just as the moon was fading
Amid her misty rings,
And every stocking was stuffed
With childhoods precious things,

In the House of the Voice of Maria Callas by Steve Orlen: American Life in Poetry #143 Ted Kooser, U

Here is Arizona poet Steve Orlen's lovely tribute to the great opera singer, Maria Callas. Most of us never saw her perform, or even knew what she looked like, but many of us listened to her on the radio or on our parents' record players, perhaps in a parlor like the one in this poem.

In the House of the Voice of Maria Callas

I Tell My Heart

© Margaret Widdemer

I TELL my heart, to hush her aching
When we are sleeping, when we're waking,
Of things we loved well, she and I,
Upon a time that is gone by:

Song From The Persian

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

AH, sad are they who know not love,

But, far from passion's tears and smiles,

Grotesque

© Amy Lowell

Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me

When I pluck them;

Felpham

"Away to sweet Felpham, for heaven is there." -- BLAKE.

A Song for Old Love

There shall be a song for both of us that day

Though fools say you have long outlived your songs,

Sonnet LII. The Human Flower. 2.

SHALL that bright flower the countless ages toiled
And travailed to bring forth shall that rare rose,
Whose bloom and fragrance earth and heaven unclose
Their treasuries to enrich, by death be foiled?

The Twa Dogs

© Robert Burns

'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King Coil,
Upon a bonie day in June,
When wearin' thro' the afternoon,
Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame,
Forgather'd ance upon a time.