All Poems
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The Doldrums (A Still-Life Picture)
© Harry Kemp
The sails hang dead, or they lift and flap like a cornfield scarecrow's coat,
And the seabirds swim abreast of us like ducks that play, a-float,
And the sea is all an endless field that heaves and falls a-far
As if the earth were taking breath on some strange, alien star,
A Rebus
© Phillis Wheatley
A bird delicious to the taste,
On which an army once did feast,
Sent by an hand unseen;
A creature of the horned race,
Which Britain's royal standards grace;
A gem of vivid green;
Song of The Coffle Gang
© Anonymous
This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are chained in gangs,
when parting from friends for the far off South-children taken from
parents, husbands from wives, and brothers from sisters.
Polonius and the Ballad Singers
© Padraic Colum
A gaunt built woman and her son-in-law
A broad-faced fellow, with such flesh as shows
On A Fete At Carlton House: Fragment
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
By the mossy brink,
With me the Prince shall sit and think;
Shall muse in visioned Regency,
Rapt in bright dreams of dawning Royalty.
What Uncle Rob Says
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Uncle Rob says,
That once on a time the fire flies
Were stars with the others up in the skies.
Whitsun
© Sylvia Plath
This is not what I meant:
Stucco arches, the banked rocks sunning in rows,
Bald eyes or petrified eggs,
Grownups coffined in stockings and jackets,
Lard-pale, sipping the thin
Air like a medicine.
Saint Monica
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AMONG deep woods is the dismantled scite
Of an old Abbey, where the chaunted rite,
The Change
© John Newton
Saviour shine and cheer my soul,
Bid my dying hopes revive;
Make my wounded spirit whole,
Far away the tempter drive:
Speak the word and set me free,
Let me live alone to thee.
Gray
© William Rose Benet
Fold on fold the purple, crimson then
Gold? I shook my head and turned away.
What? I turned and glared in that barbaric den.
"Gray!"
Two Duets
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
She. Yet Aglaia, yet Aglaia
Hath heard them debate
Of wooing repenting-
"Who trust to undoing,
Lament them too late."
Requiescant
© Frederick George Scott
In lonely watches night by night
Great visions burst upon my sight,
For down the stretches of the sky
The hosts of dead go marching by.
To The Same (Charles Walker)
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
PUT no faith in aught you meet with, friends or lovers,
new or old,
The Young Volunteer
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
With a knock upon the window comes the young volunteer,
'Tis his step upon the threshold; "what is it brings you here?"
The Statue
© Kenneth Allott
however picturesque
however figurative
whether so often and so quizzical
whoever it was crying in another voice…
Let us sit like tailors. At least 1 am sure of this:
man or woman or beast I recall no face.
Not Understood
© James Brunton Stephens
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
