All Poems
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On Deck
© Sylvia Plath
Midnight in the mid-Atlantic. On deck.
Wrapped up in themselves as in thick veiling
And mute as mannequins in a dress shop,
Some few passangers keep track
Of the old star-map on the ceiling.
Tiny and far, a single ship
To A Disciple Of William Morris
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Stand fast by the ideal. Hero be,
You in your youth, as he from youth to age.
Dare to be last, least, in good modesty,
Nor fret thy soul for speedier heritage.
Sponsa Dei
© Arthur Symons
Jesus Christ, I have longed with my whole heart for Thee,
O come to me and be the bridegroom of Thy bride;
Sonnet XXV: False Hope Prolongs
© Samuel Daniel
False hope prolongs my ever certain grief,
Trait'rous to me and faithful to my love;
O Navio Negreiro Part 4. (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Era um sonho dantesco… o tombadilho
Que das luzernas avermelha o brilho.
Em sangue a se banhar.
Tinir de ferros… estalar de açoite…
Legiões de homens negros como a noite,
Horrendos a dançar…
Another Spring Carol
© Alfred Austin
Now Winter hath drifted
To bygone years,
And the sod is uplifted
By crocus spears;
And out of the hive the bee wings humming,
And we know that the Spring, the Spring, is coming.
A Lay Of St. Nicholas
© Richard Harris Barham
Lord Abbot! Lord Abbot! I'd fain confess;
I am a-weary, and worn with woe;
Many a grief doth my heart oppress,
And haunt me whithersoever I go!'
The Wind-Struck Music
© Robinson Jeffers
Ed Stiles and old Tom Birnam went up to their cattle on the
bare hills
Loushan Pass
© Mao Zedong
Fierce the west wind,
Wild geese cry under the frosty morning moon.
Under the frosty morning moon
Horses' hooves clattering,
Bugles sobbing low.
Brothers All
© Edgar Albert Guest
Under the toiler's grimy shirt,
Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,
Under the rough outside you view,
Is a man who thinks and feels as you.
Our Little Baby Fell Asleep
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Our little baby fell asleep,
And may not wake again
Our Sun
© Giorgos Seferis
A woman howled `Cowards'. like a dog in the night.
Once she would have been beautiful like you
with the wet mouth, veins alive beneath the skin,
with love.
Death The Mexican Revolutionary
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Wines of the great châteaux
Have been uncorked for you;
The Glare! The Heat!
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
The glare! The heat! O Nice, you blind me!
A dull unease upon me settles…
The Ship Of Rio
© Walter de la Mare
There was a ship of Rio
Sailed out into the blue,
And nine and ninety monkeys
Were all her jovial crew.
Garadh
© Padraic Colum
FOR the poor body that I own
I could weep many a tear:
The days have stolen flesh and bone,
And left a changeling here.
An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars
© James Russell Lowell
Luck, my dear Norton, still makes shifts,
To mix a mortal with her gifts,
Which he may find who duly sifts.
