All Poems
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The Dying Dragoman
© Mathilde Blind
Again the ring of swinging chimes
Calls all the pious folk to church,
With shining Sunday face, betimes,
Through rustling woods of beech and birch
An October Nocturne
© Yvor Winters
The night was faint and sheer;
Immobile, road and dune.
Then, for a moment, clear,
A plane moved past the moon.
And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis
© David Gascoyne
she was standing at the window clothed only in a ribbon
she was burning the eyes of snails in a candle
she was eating the excrement of dogs and horses
she was writing a letter to the president of france
Song.Thou wert lovely
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Thou wert lovely to my sight,
When in yonder dell I found thee
In thy radiant beauty bright,
Though a desert spread around thee;
Like the heath-bell's purple flower,
Shrinking from a dewy shower.
Retrospection
© William Lisle Bowles
I turn these leaves with thronging thoughts, and say,
Alas! how many friends of youth are dead;
The Surrender Of Spain
© John Hay
Land of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador!
Sea-girdled mother of men! Spain, name of glory and power;
Cradle of world-grasping Emperors, grave of the reckless invader,
How art thou fallen, my Spain! how art thou sunk at this hour!
Hamlet
© Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?
All For The Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
Things mostly happen for the best.
However hard it seems to-day,
[Klockius]
© John Donne
Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to come
In bawdy house, that he dares not go home.
Non, Je Ne LAmime Plus
© André Marie de Chénier
Sa table par mes mains sera prête et choisie;
L'eau pure, de ma main, lui sera l'ambroisie.
Seul, c'est moi qui serai partout, à tout moment,
Son esclave fidèle et son fidèle amant.'
Tels étaient mes projets qu'insensés et volages
Le vent a dissipés parmi de vains nuages!
Mattens
© George Herbert
I cannot ope mine eyes,
But thou art ready there to catch
My morning-soul and sacrifice:
Then we must needs for that day make a match.
To R A A
© Katharine Tynan
Was it not a great end?
Wrote your Philip, with a story
Of a great deed, a great death--
Not foreseeing his own glory
And his budding laurel-wreath--
In the last words he should send.
Song.'Tis the spot where we parted
© Louisa Stuart Costello
'Tis the spot where we parted
Oh! never again
Cezanne's Ports
© Allen Ginsberg
In the foreground we see time and life
swept in a race
toward the left hand side of the picture
where shore meets shore.
Sonnet Of Motherhood VI
© Zora Bernice May Cross
O, let my body be your souls delight,
Your mirror true of Beauty most-esteemed,
That looking on its form your lips breathe low:
This is herself, her soul within my sight.
So read it over as a book you dreamed
In boyhoods fancy many a year ago.
Quickness
© Henry Vaughan
False life, a foil and no more, when
Wilt thou be gone?
Thou foul deception of all men
That would not have the true come on.
The Word Of An Engineer
© James Weldon Johnson
"She's built of steel
From deck to keel,
And bolted strong and tight;
In scorn she'll sail
The fiercest gale,
And pierce the darkest night.
Sonnet LII: O Whether
© Samuel Daniel
At the Author's Going into Italy
O whether (poor forsaken) wilt thou go,
Maenad
© Sylvia Plath
Once I was ordinary:
Sat by my father's bean tree
Eating the fingers of wisdom.
The birds made milk.
When it thundered I hid under a flat stone.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And thus it is. The tale I have to tell
Is such another. He who reads shall find
That which he brings to it of Heaven or Hell
For his best recompense where much is blind,
