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Helping My Daughter Move into Her First Apartment by Sue Ellen Thompson : American Life in Poetry #2
© Ted Kooser
This column originates on the campus of the University of Nebraska-Lincoln, and at the beginning of each semester, we see parents helping their children move into their dorm rooms and apartments and looking a little shaken by the process. This wonderful poem by Sue Ellen Thompson of Maryland captures not only a moment like that, but a mother’s feelings as well.
Helping My Daughter Move into Her First Apartment
Sonnet XV In Memoriam -- Harris Simons
© Henry Timrod
True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire,
A stricken household mourns thee, but its loss
The Advice Of Treachery
© Leon Gellert
This well-feigned trance, this still and
stupored sleep
is aptly timed, and nobly fits the scheme.
The cloud-encircled Sword with Night may creep
Flight To Nature
© William Gilmore Simms
SICK of the crowd, the toil, the strife,
Sweet Nature, how I turn to thee,
Seeking for renovated life,
By brawling brook and shady tree!
Hymn Of The Earth
© William Ellery Channing
My highway is unfeatured air,
My consorts are the sleepless stars,
And men my giant arms upbear,
My arms unstained and free from scars.
The Death Of President Lincoln
© Joseph Furphy
Now let the howling tempest roar
For Booth can feel its force no more;
Now let the captors bend their steel
Against the form that cannot feel
Their tyranny has spent its hour
And Booth is far beyond their power.
The Night-Walk
© George Meredith
Awakes for me and leaps from shroud
All radiantly the moon's own night
Of folded showers in streamer cloud;
Our shadows down the highway white
Or deep in woodland woven-boughed,
With yon and yon a stem alight.
Minnie and Winnie
© Alfred Tennyson
Minnie and Winnie
Slept in a shell.
Sleep, little ladies!
And they slept well.
In Memory Of Douglas Vernon Cow
© Muriel Stuart
To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.
As with the gentle fading of the year
Fades rose, folds leaf, falls fruit, and to their end
Unquestioning draw near,
Their flowering over, and their fruiting done,
Fulfilled and finished and going down with the sun.
It Was Not Once
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
It was not only once, it will go this way,
In our fight, which is deaf and destroying:
As it happened before, you rebuffed me today
To return, like a slave, by the morning.
On My Son's Return Out Of England, July 17, 1661.
© Anne Bradstreet
All Praise to him who hath now turn'd
My feares to Joyes, my sighes to song,
Troubled With The Itch, And Rubbing Sulfur
© George Moses Horton
'Tis bitter, yet 'tis sweet,
Scratching effects but transient ease;
Pleasure and pain together meet,
And vanish as they please.
El Adios
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
(Así interrogo en la profunda noche
mientras las nubes van
cual pesadillas lóbregas, y gimen,
a distancia, unos huérfanos sin pan.)
"Not iris in her pride"
© George Peele
NOT Iris in her pride and bravery
Adorns her arch with such variety;
Thoughts In Separation
© Alice Meynell
We never meet; yet we meet day by day
Upon those hills of life, dim and immense:
The good we love, and sleep--our innocence.
O hills of life, high hills! And higher than they,
