All Poems
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The Poem.
© Robert Crawford
These bones have life, and this heart knows
The poem that this hand has writ
The wind of God within it blows,
The light of God, too, shines in it.
Love
© William Shakespeare
TELL me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
Lambs
© Katharine Tynan
He sleeps as a lamb sleeps,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in yon blue deeps
His tender brother
Sleeps like a lamb and leaps.
Hark! Hark! The Lark
© William Shakespeare
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
A Grecian Thunder-Storm
© Richard Monckton Milnes
The Thunder came not with one awful pulse,
When the wide Heaven seems quaking to its heart,
But in a current of tumultuous noise,
Crash upon crash,--a multitudinous clang
Full Fathom Five
© William Shakespeare
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
The Price?
© Sant Tukaram
If you treat the opposite sex with reverence
will you pay a price?
If you stop your fault-finding and covetous ways
will your earnings not suffice?
From you have I been absent in the spring... (Sonnet 98)
© William Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
The Long Vacation
© Katharine Tynan
This is the time the boys come home from school,
Filling the house with gay and happy noise,
Never at rest from morn till evening cool --
All the roads of the world bring home the boys.
Earthy Anecdote
© Wallace Stevens
Every time the bucks went clattering
Over Oklahoma
A firecat bristled in the way.
Fidele
© William Shakespeare
FEAR no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Lovers Wine
© Charles Baudelaire
Today Space is fine!
Like a horse mount this wine,
without bridle, spurs, bit,
for a heaven divine!
Fear No More
© William Shakespeare
Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
The Poor
© Jones Very
I walk the streets and though not meanly drest,
Yet none so poor as can with me compare;
Fairy Land v
© William Shakespeare
FULL fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
The Flame
© Ezra Pound
Sapphire Benacus, in thy mists and thee
Nature herself's turned metaphysical,
Who can look on that blue and not believe?
Fairy Land iv
© William Shakespeare
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
When You Wake In Your Crib
© William Ernest Henley
When you wake in your crib,
You, an inch of experience -
Fairy Land iii
© William Shakespeare
COME unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
The wild waves whist,--
Fairy Land ii
© William Shakespeare
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.
