All Poems
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Psalm
© Georg Trakl
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.
It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon.
"PH. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In every part of the thrifty town,
Whether my course be up or down,
In lane, and alley, and avenue,
Painted in yellow, and red, and blue,
This side and that, east and west,
Was this flaunting sign-board of "Ph. Best."
Oxford Cheese Ode
© James McIntyre
The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.
"Turn on your side and bear the day to me"
© George Barker
Turn on your side and bear the day to me
Beloved, sceptre-struck, immured
The Old Yaller Slicker
© Arthur Chapman
The old yaller slicker's the cowpuncher's friend-
His saddle is never without it-
It's rolled in a bundle and tied at each end,
But it's ready for service, don't doubt it.
A Legal Mouse
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
A lawyer had a legal mouse,
A naughty one they say,
That took possession of his house
And papers ev'ry day,
Ballad
© Amelia Opie
Round youthful Henry's restless bed
His weeping friends and parents pressed;
But she who raised his languid head
He loved far more than all the rest.
An Alliance
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
This is the weird of a world-old folk,
That not till the last link breaks,
Perdition
© Arthur Symons
Why have I never loved? Is it that I am abnormal,
Condemned for my sins, not as some in absurd concavity
Song III
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
She sat and sang alway
By the green margin of a stream,
Watching the fishes leap and play
Beneath the glad sunbeam.
In A College Garden
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake,
What ayles thee soe to pyne?
Hymn XXVI: I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb of God
© Charles Wesley
I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood,
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
Lament Of A Bereaved Person
© Confucius
A russet pear-tree rises all alone,
But rich the growth of leaves upon it shown!
The Coming of the Wind
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
An hour agone, and prostrate Nature lay
Like some sore-smitten creature nigh to death,
Clairvoyance
© Madison Julius Cawein
The sunlight that makes of the heaven
A pathway for sylphids to throng;
The wind that makes harps of the forests
For spirits to smite into song,
Are the image and voice of a vision
That comforts my heart and makes strong.
Winter Solstice
© Anonymous
When you startle awake in the dark morning
heart pounding breathing fast
sitting bolt upright staring into
dark whirlpool black hole
feeling its suction
In The Year That's Come and Gone
© William Ernest Henley
In the year that's come and gone, love, his flying feather
Stooping slowly, gave us heart, and bade us walk together.
In the year that's coming on, though many a troth be broken,
We at least will not forget aught that love hath spoken.
Private Eye Lettuce
© Richard Brautigan
Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce,
the name and drawing of a detective
