All Poems
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To Autumn
© Madison Julius Cawein
I oft have net thee, Autumn, wandering
Beside a misty stream, thy locks flung wild;
The Muscovy Duck
© Henry Lawson
THE ROOSTER is a brainless dude, although he sports a crest,
The hens an awful fool we know, though hen-eggs are the best;
My Lady Nature and her Daughters
© John Henry Newman
Bird and beast of every sort
Hath its antic and its sport;
Chattering brook, and dancing gnat,
Subtle cry of evening bat,
Moss uncouth, and twigs grotesque,
These are Nature's picturesque.
Ode to Joy
© Anonymous
Would he purge his soul from vileness
And attain to light and worth,
He must turn and cling forever
To his ancient Mother Earth.
To A Certain Critic
© George MacDonald
Such guests as you, sir, were not in my mind
When I my homely dish with care designed;
The Sunjust touched the Morning
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunjust touched the Morning
The MorningHappy thing
Supposed that He had come to dwell
And Life would all be Spring!
The Killing
© Edwin Muir
I was a stranger, could not read these people
Or this outlandish deity. Did a God
Indeed in dying cross my life that day
By chance, he on his road and I on mine?
Being His Mother
© James Whitcomb Riley
Being his mother--when he goes away
I would not hold him overlong, and so
In The Porch
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
IN this old porch, fast mouldering to decay,
But wreathed in vines and girt by shadowy trees,
All day I hear the dreamful hum of bees,
Soft-rustling foliage, and the fragrant sway
Wings
© Emma Lazarus
DAWN opes her pensive eyes,
In the yet starry skies,
A roseate blush upon her cheek and brows.
Her purple mantle still
Lies on the sky-kissed hill,
And a blue, solemn shade thereon it throws.
Breitmann Am Rhein - Cologne.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
HOW wunderschon das Vaterland
In audumn-life abbears;
Vot rainpows gild ids vallies crand,
Ven seen troo vallin tears.
To The Years
© Sara Teasdale
To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me-
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
House-Surgeon
© William Ernest Henley
Exceeding tall, but built so well his height
Half-disappears in flow of chest and limb;
A Man Doesn't Have Time In His Life
© Yehuda Amichai
A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
Absolutely Clear
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
"How hard for me, the splendor of this crown and robe"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
-- O, if hate would boil in my breast --
but see, the admission itself
has fallen from my lips.
