All Poems
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© William Ernest Henley
Or ever the knightly years were gone
With the old world to the grave,
I was a King in Babylon
And you were a Christian Slave.
The Ocean's Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
We walked amongst the ruins famed in story
Of Rozel-Tower,
And saw the boundless waters stretch in glory
And heave in power.
The Rich Man
© Franklin Pierce Adams
The rich man has his motor-car,
His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty-cent cigar
And jeers at Fate.
Au bord de la mer
© Victor Marie Hugo
Oh oui ! la terre est belle et le ciel est superbe ;
Mais quand ton sein palpite et quand ton oeil reluit,
Quand ton pas gracieux court si léger sur l'herbe
Que le bruit d'une lyre est moins doux que son bruit ;
Thespis: Act II
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury
Peace And Dunkirk
© Jonathan Swift
Spite of Dutch friends and English foes,
Poor Britain shall have peace at last:
Holland got towns, and we got blows;
But Dunkirk's ours, we'll hold it fast.
Jack Cornstalk as a Poet
© Henry Lawson
Not from the seas does he draw inspiration,
Not from the rivers that croon on their bars;
But a wide, a world-old desolation
On a dead land alone with the stars.
The Shipman's Tale
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
O shipman, woful, woful is thy tale!
Our hearts are heavy and our eyes are dimmed.
What ship is this that suffered such ill fate?
Sonnet: Le vierge, le vivace
© Stéphane Mallarme
The virginal, living and lovely day
Will it fracture for us with a drunken wing-blow
This solid lost lake whose frosts haunted below
By the transparent glacier of flights not made?
To The Right Honourable John Earl Of Orrery, At Bath, After The Death Of The Late Earl.
© Mary Barber
'Tis said, for ev'ry common Grief
The Muses can afford Relief:
And, surely, on that heav'nly Train
A Boyle can never call in vain.
Fulfilment
© James Brunton Stephens
We cried, " How long ! " We sighed, " Not yet; "
And still with faces dawnward set
" Prepare the way," said each to each,
Above The Oxbow
© Sylvia Plath
Here in this valley of discrete academies
We have not mountains, but mounts, truncated hillocks
Looking Down
© Jean Ingelow
Mountains of sorrow, I have heard your moans,
And the moving of your pines; but we sit high
Earbud by Bill Holm : American Life in Poetry #213 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Bill Holm, one of the most intelligent and engaging writers of our northern plains, died on February 25th. He will be greatly missed. He and I were of the same generation and we shared the same sense of wonder, amusement, and skepticism about the course of technology. I don't yet own an Earbud, but I won't need to, now that we have Bill's poem.
Earbud
The Ultimate Trust
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THOUGH in the wine-press of thy wrath divine,
My crushed hopes droop, like crude and worthless must,
That love and mercy, Father! still are thine,
With reverent soul, I trust!
My Rules
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
If you want to marry me, here's what you'll have to do:
You must learn how to make a perfect chicken-dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey socks,
And soothe my troubled mind,
The Living God
© Swami Vivekananda
He who is in you and outside you,
Who works through all hands,
Who walks on all feet,
Whose body are all ye,
Him worship, and break all other idols!
The Great Misgiving
© William Watson
'NOT ours,' say some, 'the thought of death to dread;
Asking no heaven, we fear no fabled hell:
Life is a feast, and we have banqueted-
Shall not the worms as well?
The Liberty Song
© John Dickinson
COME join hand in hand brave Americans all,
And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call;
No tyrannous acts shall suppress your just claim,
Or stain with dishonour America's name.
