All Poems
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No Beer, No Work
© Ellis Parker Butler
The shades of night was fallin slow
As through New York a guy did go
And nail on evry barroom door
A card that this here motter bore:
No beer, no work.
Exile
© Conrad Aiken
Bring water with you if you come to live here
Cold tinkling cisterns, or else wells so deep
That one looks down to Ganges or Himalayas.
Yes, and bring mountains with you, white, moon-bearing,
Mountains of ice. You will have need of these
Profundities and peaks of wet and cold.
Night In The City
© Ellis Parker Butler
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town,
And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays
The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist
And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze.
New England Magazine
© Ellis Parker Butler
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day
While yet the nuit was early,
Je met a homme whose barbe was grey,
Whose cheveaux long and curly.
Forsaken
© Frances Anne Kemble
I stand where thou hast stood, and I retrace
Each look, each word, each gesture, and each tone,
Mouths Of Hippopotami And Some Recent Novels
© Ellis Parker Butler
I well recall (and who does not)
The circus bill-board hippopotamus,
whose wide distended jaws
For fear and terror were good cause.
A Parodist's Apology
© James Kenneth Stephen
If I've dared laugh at you, Robert Browning,
'Tis with eyes that with you have often wept:
You have oftener left me smiling or frowning,
Than any beside, one bard except.
Millennium
© Ellis Parker Butler
Son, the millennium is at hand!
What though Armenians be mashed flat?
The world is getting just perfectly grand,
For the Turk has bought him a derby hat.
Chilling autumn rains
© Matsuo Basho
Chilling autumn rains
curtain Mount Fuji, then make it
more beautiful to see
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills
© Ellis Parker Butler
There was a man in New York City
(His name was George Adolphus Knight)
So soft of heart he wept with pity
To see our language and its plight.
Harvester's Song"
© Adelaide Crapsey
Reap, reap the grain and gather
The sweet grapes from the vine;
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II: On Malicious Cruelty To Harmless Creatures
© Ellis Parker Butler
The cruelty of P. L. Brown
(He had ten toes as good as mine)
Was known to every one in town,
And, if he never harmed a noun,
He loved to make verbs shriek and whine.
O Wind that Blows Out of the West
© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
O wind that blows out of the West,
Thou hast swept over mountain and sea,
Judgment Day
© Ellis Parker Butler
Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate,
All souls claims to adjudicate
Saying to some souls, "Enter in!"
"Go to Hell," to others, "you are steeped in sin."
Jabed Meeker, Humorist
© Ellis Parker Butler
You aint met him? Son, youve missed
The most funniest humorist
Ive met with in my born days
Funniest talker, anyways,
When it comes to repartee
Thats the humor catches me!
Sonnet XIII: Youth's Antiphony
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I love you, sweet: how can you ever learn
How much I love you? You I love even so,
Immortality
© Ellis Parker Butler
I bowed my head in anguish sore
When Life made Death his bride;
Soul, we are lost forever more!
Unto my soul I cried.
When The Dressmaker Comes
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,
For they don't want me anywhere hanging about;
Here Pushkins Endless Exile Has Begun
© Anna Akhmatova
Here Pushkin's endless exile has begun,
And Lermontov's exile turned out fatal,
Golden Silence
© Ellis Parker Butler
I told her I loved her and begged but a word,
One dear little word, that would be
For me by all odds the most sweet ever heard,
But never a word said she!
