All Poems
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Street Song
© Sylvia Plath
By a mad miracle I go intact
Among the common rout
Thronging sidewalk, street,
And bickering shops;
Cupid Caught Napping
© Ellis Parker Butler
Cupid on a summer day,
Wearied by unceasing play,
In a rose heart sleeping lay,
While, to guard the tricksy fellow,
Circumstantial Evidence
© Ellis Parker Butler
She does not mind a good cigar
(The kind, that is, I smoke);
She thinks all men quite stupid are,
(But laughs wheneer I joke).
Bird Nesting
© Ellis Parker Butler
O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree,
Eager and laughing, as in all our play,
To see the eggs where, in the nest, they lay,
But silent fell before the mystery.
At Variance
© Ellis Parker Butler
When with me the play she goes,
I much admire the buds and bows
And all that on Kates headgear grows.
But when some other night I see
That hat between the stage and me,
My taste and Kates do not agree.
Vesper-Song Of The Reverend Samuel Marsden
© Kenneth Slessor
MY cure of souls, my cage of brutes,
Go lick and learn at these my boots!
When tainted highways tear a hole,
I bid my cobbler welt the sole.
Anticipation
© Ellis Parker Butler
I hold her letter as I stand,
Nor break the seal; no need to guess
What dainty little female hand
Penned this most delicate address.
Union In Disseverance
© George Meredith
unset worn to its last vermilion he;
She that star overhead in slow descent:
That white star with the front of angel she;
He undone in his rays of glory spent
A Study In Feeling
© Ellis Parker Butler
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods,
You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes.
To execute pianos and to fiddle with success,
With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce;
It was so with Paganini, Remenzi and Cho-pang,
And so it was with Peterkin Von Gabriel OLang.
A St. Valentines Day Tragedy
© Ellis Parker Butler
Oh! Montmorency Vere de Vere,
To think that one I held so dear
Should use a base deceivers art
To trifle with my loving heart.
Her Name Liberty
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Then crawled I to her feet, in whose dear cause
I made this venture, and ``Behold,'' I said,
``How I am wounded for thee in these wars.''
But she, ``Poor cripple, wouldst thou I should wed
A limbless trunk?'' and laughing turned from me.
Yet was she fair, and her name ``Liberty.''
A Scotchman Whose Name Was Isbister
© Ellis Parker Butler
A Scotchman whose name was Isbister
Had a maiden giraffe he called sister
When she said Oh, be mine,
Be my sweet Valentine!
He just shinned up her long neck and kissed her.
A Satisfactory Reform
© Ellis Parker Butler
A merry burgomaster
In a burgh upon the Rhine
Said, Our burghers all are
Far too fond of drinking wine.
Democracy
© John Greenleaf Whittier
BEARER of Freedom's holy light,
Breaker of Slavery's chain and rod,
The foe of all which pains the sight,
Or wounds the generous ear of God!
A Question
© Ellis Parker Butler
Wheneer I feed the barnyard folk
My gentle soul is vexed;
My sensibilities are torn
And I am sore perplexed.
