All Poems
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Sunset at Nightis natural
© Emily Dickinson
Sunset at Nightis natural
But Sunset on the Dawn
Reverses NatureMaster
So Midnight'sdueat Noon.
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Dundee
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Dundee,
Who frequented the top of a tree;
When disturbed by the crows,
He abruptly arose,
And exclaimed, 'I'll return to Dundee.'
Ultima Ratio Regum
© Stephen Spender
The guns spell money's ultimate reason
In letters of lead on the spring hillside.
But the boy lying dead under the olive trees
Was too young and too silly
To have been notable to their important eye.
He was a better target for a kiss.
One need not be a Chamberto be Haunted
© Emily Dickinson
One need not be a Chamberto be Haunted
One need not be a House
The Brain has Corridorssurpassing
Material Place
The Incomprehensible
© Isaac Watts
FAR in the Heavens my God retires:
My God, the mark of my desires,
And hides his lovely face;
When he descends within my view,
He charms my reason to pursue,
But leaves it tird and fainting in th unequal chase.
Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
The Judgement of Hercules
© William Shenstone
Wrapp'd in a pleased suspense, the youth survey'd
The various charms of each attractive maid:
Alternate each he view'd, and each admired,
And found, alternate, varying flames inspired:
Quick o'er their forms his eyes with pleasure ran,
When she, who first approach'd him, first began:-
Rare --- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
One day I shall see this world no more
Forever my eyelids will close.
Labor Is Prayer
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LABORARE est orare:
We, black-visaged sons of toil,
From the coal-mine and the anvil
And the delving of the soil,--
The False Fair Days
© Paul Verlaine
The false fair days have flamed the livelong day,
And still they flicker in the brazen West.
Cast down thine eyes, poor soul, shut out the unblest:
A deadliest temptation. Come away.
Guns Of Peace
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
GHOSTS of dead soldiers in the battle slain,
Ghosts of dead heroes dying nobler far,
In the long patience of inglorious war,
Of famine, cold, heat, pestilence, and pain,--
Tierra Mojada
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Tierra mojada de las tardes líquidas
en que la lluvia cuchichea
y en que se reblandecen las señoritas, bajo
el redoble del agua en la azotea…
Occupation: Father
© Benjamin Jonson
Before his birth I thought
I had room for no more love:
now when he (say) hurts himself
love, consideration, care
(copies from the originals)
as if burst inside me.
The Summer Children
© Edgar Albert Guest
I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,
I like 'em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale;
The Bread Of Angels
© Edith Wharton
At last, upon my wonder drawn, I followed
The secret wanderers till I saw them pause
Before the dying glare of those tall panes
Where greed and surfeit nodded face to face
O'er the picked bones of pleasure . . .
And the door opened and the nuns went in.
