All Poems
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Thought I was free
© Saigyo
Thought I was free
of passion, so this melancholy
comes as surprise:
a woodcock shoots up from the marsh
where autumn's twilight falls.
sublimely
© Rg Gregory
you may get fed up with me
she says (seing herself slightly)
fearing old age in a woman
must render her blightly
Loud without the wind was roaring
© Emily Jane Brontë
"It was spring, and the skylark was singing:"
Those words they awakened a spell;
They unlocked a deep fountain, whose springing,
Nor absence, nor distance can quell.
the red man says hello
© Rg Gregory
the red man says hello
the green tree says i'm here
all grown-ups are sleeping
only the children hear
The Open Road
© Katharine Tynan
THE roads of the Sea
Are thronged with merchantmen;
East and West, North and South
They go and come again.
Names Of The River
© Tadeusz Borowski
It's strange, like a dream, but somehow alive and painful
to walk in evening lanes, looking at lights and shadows
as at a traveling show, to be the wind and the branch
pressed against the sky, to pass in shapes, and flow
as on a river's tide, and each shape is a wave
rising alone and alone silently falling. . .
the seed of endymion
© Rg Gregory
two beauties are a joy for ever
ejaculated keats
lusting in ecstasy towards
well-breasted fanny brawne
"Mylo Jones's Wife"
© James Whitcomb Riley
"Mylo Jones's wife" was all
I heerd, mighty near, last Fall--
chicken's claw
© Rg Gregory
by a dank and ancient coffin
in the gaunt and gloomy hall
alone and sighing deeply
crouched the sorriest crone of all
handyman
© Rg Gregory
the two hands of me make inimical gestures
that only long after betray the one tunethough they have the same taste in throats
they go to their crime disgusted with kinshipthe right has to act as if crazy for order
the left as a dawdler dangling by wateron sundays they plan suicides for each other
Hesper
© Bion of Smyrna
Hesper, thou golden light of happy love,
Hesper, thou holy pride of purple eve,
speedboats
© Rg Gregory
daggers skimmed in and out
of each other's wake
like speedboats
thirsting for death
The Enviable Isles
© Herman Melville
Through storms you reach them and from
storms are free.
Afar descried, the foremost drear in hue,
But, nearer, green; and, on the marge, the sea
Makes thunder low and mist of rainbowed
dew.
girl (three) and the black horse
© Rg Gregory
i want to hold the horse's string
cried the girl (three) stamping her foot
told by adults she was much too young
the black horse stood staring at the wall
natural therapy
© Rg Gregory
the great thing about the tall white daisy
is that it knows how to laugh at itselfsome flowers for all their rich displays
won't preen themselves without a primnessin their sap - nor let their stalks abide
bending this way that way in the thick windthe large daisy is happy to be slapdash
the plane and the blackbird
© Rg Gregory
a cold bright sun
two days to christmas
a first-quarter moon
at a good vantage-point
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Who has not wept with Manon? Of all tales
That thrill youth's fancy or to tears or mirth
None other is there where such grief prevails,
Such passionate pity for the loves of Earth.
