All Poems
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Days End
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When I am weary, thronged with the cares of the vain day
That tease as harsh winds tease the unresting autumn boughs,
I still my mind at evening and put all else away
But the image of my Love, where all my hopes I house.
Sonnet XV. To Schiller
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Schiller! that hour I would have wished to die,
If thro' the shudd'ring midnight I had sent
From the dark Dungeon of the Tower time-rent
That fearful voice, a famished Father's cry--
The Devil's Thoughts
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
From his brimstone bed at break of day
A walking the DEVIL is gone,
To visit his little snug farm of the earth
And see how his stock went on.
Squattings
© Arthur Rimbaud
Very late, when he feels his stomach churn,
Brother Milotus, one eye on the skylight whence the sun,
bright as a scoured stewpan, darts a megrim at him
and dizzies his sight, moves his priest's belly under the sheets.
The Right Way
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Birth of the word is by agony molded,
Through earthly life it is quietly going,
It is a stranger, which drinks from the golden
Pitcher the drops of the savages mourning.
Fighting
© George MacDonald
Here is a temple strangely wrought:
Within it I can see
Two spirits of a diverse thought
Contend for mastery.
II: Our share of night to bear
© Emily Dickinson
Our share of night to bear
Our share of morning
Our blank in bliss to fill
Our blank in scorning
Winter
© Harriet Monroe
Earth bears her sorrow gladly, like a nun,
Her young face glowing through the icy veil.
The Flag On The Farm
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've raised a flagpole on the farm
And flung Old Glory to the sky,
"What Do We Plant?"
© Henry Abbey
What do we plant when we plant the tree?
We plant the ship, which will cross the sea.
We plant the mast to carry the sails;
We plant the planks to withstand the gales -
The keel, the keelson, the beam, the knee;
We plant the ship when we plant the tree.
Snow Song
© Sara Teasdale
Fairy snow, fairy snow,
Blowing, blowing everywhere,
Would that I
Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.
From Pocahontas
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Returning from the cruel fight
How pale and faint appears my knight!
He sees me anxious at his side;
"Why seek, my love, your wounds to hide?
Or deem your English girl afraid
To emulate the Indian maid?"
The Blind
© Sara Teasdale
The birds are all a-building,
They say the world's a-flower,
And still I linger lonely
Within a barren bower.
Affinities
© Mathilde Blind
TAKE me to thy heart, and let me
Rest my head a little while;
Rest my heart from griefs that fret me
In the mercy of thy smile.
Best Way To Read A Book
© Edgar Albert Guest
Best way to read a book I know
Is get a lad of six or so,
Apology
© Arthur Symons
Why is it that I sing no songs of you,
Now, as in those old days I used to do?
Visits To St. Elizabeth's
© Elizabeth Bishop
This is the time
of the tragic man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
The Vigil-at-Arms
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Keep holy watch with silence, prayer, and fasting
Till morning break, and all the bugles play;
Unto the One aware from everlasting
Dear are the winners: thou art more than they.
