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The Zonnebeke Road

© Edmund Blunden

Morning, if this late withered light can claim

Some kindred with that merry flame

Family Album by Diane Thiel: American Life in Poetry #41 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

Those photos in family albums, what do they show us about the lives of people, and what don't they tell? What are they holding back? Here Diane Thiel, who teaches in New Mexico, peers into one of those pictures. Family Album

I like old photographs of relatives
in black and white, their faces set like stone.
They knew this was serious business.
My favorite album is the one that's filled
with people none of us can even name.

The Message Of The Wind

© Harriet Monroe

The wind comes riding down from heaven.

Ho! wind of heaven, what do you bring?

The Zeppelin Armada

© Jessie Pope

"TO-DAY, since Zeppelins are in the air,

And folks glance skywards as they go their ways,

Thunder On The Downs

© Robert Laurence Binyon

And if a lightning now were loosed in flame
Out of the darkness of the cloud to claim
Thy heart, O England, how wouldst thou be known
In that hour? How to the quick core be shown
And seen? What cry should from thy very soul
Answer the judgment of that thunder--roll?

Heat

© Madison Julius Cawein

Within its channel glares the creek and shrinks,
Beneath whose rocks the furtive crawfish hides
In stagnant places, where the green frog blinks,
And water-spider glides.

I'd Like -

© Piet Hein

I'd like to know
what this whole show
is all about
before it's out.

The Awakening

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Once she woke to fairyland,

Now she wakes to grief,

Abraham Lincoln

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Child of the boundless prairie, son of the virgin soil,
Heir to the bearing of burdens, brother to them that toil;
God and Nature together shaped him to lead in the van,
In the stress of her wildest weather when the Nation needed
a Man.

On Content

© Thomas Parnell

Grant heav'n that I may chuse my bliss

If you design me worldly Happiness

Ghosts

© Madison Julius Cawein

Was it the strain of the waltz that, repeating
"Love," so bewitched me? or only the gleam
There of the lustres, that set my heart beating,
Feeling your presence as one feels a dream?

Thirty-Eight

© Charlotte Turner Smith

ADDRESSED TO MRS. H------Y.
IN early youth's unclouded scene,
The brilliant morning of eighteen,
With health and sprightly joy elate

When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water

© Rabindranath Tagore

WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.

They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.

Written After Leaving West Point

The hours are past, love,
Oh, fled they not too fast, love!
Those happy hours, when down the mountain-side,
We saw the rosy mists of morning glide,

Time, Hope And Memory

© Thomas Hood

I heard a gentle maiden, in the spring,
Set her sweet sighs to music, and thus sing:
"Fly through the world, and I will follow thee,
Only for looks that may turn back on me;

The Old Love

I
You love me, only me. Do I not know?
If I were gone your life would be no more
Than his who, hungering on a rocky shore,

Endymion: A Mystical Comment On Titian's 'Sacred And Profane Love'

Long she abode aloof there in her heaven,
Far as the grape-bunch of the Pleiad seven
Beyond my madness' utmost leap; but here
Mine eyes have feigned of late her rapture near,
Moulded of mind-mist that broad day dispels,
Here in these shadowy woods and brook-lulled dells.