All Poems
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The Immortality Of Rome
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``Urbi et Orbi,''--mystic euphony,
What depth of Christian meaning lies in Thee!
How, from this world apart, this world above,
Selected by a special will of Love,
The Raspberry Room by Karin Gottshall: American Life in Poetry #126 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
© Ted Kooser
The British writer Virginia Woolf wrote about the pleasures of having a room of one's own. Here the Vermont poet Karin Gottshall shows us her own sort of private place.
The Dog
© Archibald Lampman
Then flung we balls, and out and clear away,
Up the white slope, across the crusted snow,
To where a broken fence stands in the way,
Against the sky-line, a mere row of pegs,
Quicker than thought we saw him flash and go,
A straight mad scuttling of four crooked legs.
Viewing Heaven's Gate Mountains
© Li Po
The River Chu cuts through the middle of heaven's gate,
The green water flowing east reaches here then swirls.
On either bank the blue hills face towards each other,
The flatness of a lonely sail comes from by of the sun.
The Song
© Lola Ridge
That day, in the slipping of torsos and straining flanks
on the bloodied ooze of fields plowed by the iron,
Growth of Manlike Growth of Nature
© Emily Dickinson
Growth of Manlike Growth of Nature
Gravitates within
Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it
Bit it stiralone
To Winter In The Midst Of His Reign
© William Baylebridge
Thou grim physician, armed with septic shears,
Thou that dissemblest even in death's repose
And their feet move
© Sappho
And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an
When The Great Gray Ships Come In
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o'er mapless miles of sea,
On winds and tides the gospel rides that the furthermost isles are free;
To Fortune
© James Thomson
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love,
And when we meet a mutual heart
Come in between, and bid us part;
The Times Are Tidy
© Sylvia Plath
Unlucky the hero born
In this province of the stuck record
Where the most watchful cooks go jobless
And the mayor's rôtisserie turns
Round of its own accord.
The Toll-Mans Daughter
© Madison Julius Cawein
Once more the June with her great moon
Poured harvest o'er the golden fields;
Off The Track.
© James Brunton Stephens
OH where the deuce is the track, the track?
Round an' round, an' forrard, an' back!
You Will Not Come Again
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The green has come to the leafless tree,
The earth brings forth its grain;
The Rhyme Of Triangular Tommy
© Carolyn Wells
Triangular Tilly went smilingly by,
With a glance that was friendly, but just a bit shy.
And Tom so admired her that after she passed,
A backward look over his shoulder he cast.
And he said, "Though I think many girls are but silly,
I really admire that Triangular Tilly."
Comparison
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE sky of brightest gray seems dark
To one whose sky was ever white.
When I Love
© Nizar Qabbani
When I love
I feel that I am the king of time
I possess the earth and everything on it
and ride into the sun upon my horse.
Sonnet XXIII: Time, Cruel Time
© Samuel Daniel
Time, cruel Time, come and subdue that brow
Which conquers all but thee, and thee, too, stays
