All Poems
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Cradle Song
© Sarojini Naidu
FROM groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Aglint with dew
A little lovely dream.
Transposed Seasons
© Madison Julius Cawein
THE gentian and the bluebell so
Can change my calendar,
I know not how the year may go,
Or what the seasons are:
Coromandel Fishers
© Sarojini Naidu
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
The Bludy Serk
© Robert Henryson
Thair dwelt alyt besyde the king
A fowll gyane of ane
Stollin he hes the lady ying
Away with hir is gane
Autumn Song
© Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
The Fruit-Gift
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Last night, just as the tints of autumn's sky
Of sunset faded from our hills and streams,
I sat, vague listening, lapped in twilight dreams,
To the leaf's rustle, and the cricket's cry.
An Indian Love Song
© Sarojini Naidu
HeLift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,
Alabaster
© Sarojini Naidu
LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Quiquern
© Rudyard Kipling
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow-
They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men go.
Rivulose
© Archie Randolph Ammons
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking
with ups and downs will, though,
building constancy into the black foreground
The Falconer Of God
© Stephen Vincent Benet
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying.
I said, Wait on, wait on, while I ride below!
When I Was Young the Silk
© Archie Randolph Ammons
When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head
unfurled
and wind bloomed the parachute:
"Judge Not!"
© Rachel Elizabeth Patterson
How, poor frail and erring mortal,
Darest thou judge thy fellow-man
And with bitter words and feelings,
All his faults and frailties scan?
Rapids
© Archie Randolph Ammons
Fall's leaves are redder than
spring's flowers, have no pollen,
and also sometimes fly, as the wind
schools them out or down in shoals
I shall know whywhen Time is over
© Emily Dickinson
I shall know whywhen Time is over
And I have ceased to wonder why
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky
