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In The Rose Garden

© Edith Nesbit

RED roses bright, pink roses and white

That bud and blossom and fall;

Oh, light, I cried, and, heaven, with all your blue,
Oh, earth, with all your sunny fruitfulness,
And ye, tall lillies, of the wind-vexed field,
What power and beauty life indeed might yield,
Could we but cast away its conscious stress,
Simple of heart, becoming even as you.

In A Southern Garden

© Dorothea Mackellar

WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze,
And bats begin their jerky skimming flight,
And the creamy scented blossoms of the dark pittosporum trees,
Grow sweeter with the coming of the night.

Marching Through Georgia

© Henry Clay Work

[Solo] Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.

Elegy

© James Beattie

Tired with the busy crowds, that all the day
Impatient throng where Folly's altars flame,
My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,
Till genial Sleep repair the sinking frame.

Pa And The Monthly Bills

© Edgar Albert Guest

When Ma gets out the monthly bills and sets them all in front of Dad,
She makes us children run away because she knows he may get mad;
An' then she smiles a bit and says: "I hope you will not fuss and fret--
There's nothing here except the things I absolutely had to get!"
An' Pa he looks 'em over first. "The things you had to have!" says he;
"I s'pose that we'd have died without that twenty dollar longeree."

Der Schmied (The Smith)

© Johann Ludwig Uhland

Ich hör' meinen Schatz,
Den Hammer er schwinget,
Das rauschet, das klinget,
Das dringt in die Weite

Ghazal of Rumi

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

Grasshopper

© Velimir Khlebnikov

Wingletting with the golden scrawl

Of its finest sinews,

Why The Roses Are So Pale

© Heinrich Heine

O dearest, canst thou tell me why
The rose should be so pale?
And why the azure violet
Should wither in the vale?

Reading Aloud

© Christopher Morley

ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
In our great fireside chair;
Between the lines my lips could touch
Her April-scented hair.

Mercy For Armenia

© Henry Van Dyke

I

THE TURK'S WAY

Limerick: There was an old man who felt pert

© Edward Lear

There was an old man who felt pert
When he wore a pale rose-coloured shirt.
When they said "Is it pleasant?"
He cried "Not at present--
It's a little to short -- is my shirt!"

Creative Work

© Valery Yaklovich Bryusov

The shadow of uncreated creatures
Flickers in sleep,
Like palm fronds
On an enamel wall.

Pasha Bailey Ben

A proud Pasha was BAILEY BEN,
His wives were three, his tails were ten;
His form was dignified, but stout,
Men called him "Little Roundabout."

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXVI

She watched me curiously with mocking eyes,
Yet tenderly, till once again her mirth
Prevailed with her, and quick in feigned surprise
Thrusting me back, ``Ah, traitor!'' she broke forth,

Lydia Pinkham

CHORUS

We'll drink a drink adrink

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

HIS Soul fared forth (as from the deep home-grove

The father-songster plies the hour-long quest),

Insomnia by Rynn Williams: American Life in Poetry #145 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

I try floating out along the long O of lone,
to where it flattens to loss, and just stay there
disconnecting the dots of my night sky
as one would take apart a house made of sticks,
carefully, last addition to first,
like sheep leaping backward into their pens.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright © 2007 by Rynn Williams, whose most recent book of poetry is âAdonis Garage,â? University of Nebraska Press, 2005. Poem reprinted from âColumbia Poetry Review,â? no. 20, Spring 2007, by permission of Rynn Williams. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

The Rapid

Fast downward they're dashing,
Each fearless eye flashing,
Though danger awaits them on every side.
Yon rocksee it frowning!
They strikethey are drowning!