All Poems
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Solitude
© Anna Akhmatova
So many stones have been thrown at me,
That I'm not frightened of them anymore,
And the pit has become a solid tower,
Tall among tall towers.
Memory Of Sun
© Anna Akhmatova
Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Hover, hover.
"A phantom scene barely glimmers"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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A phantom scene barely glimmers,
The soft choirs of shades,
Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.
March Elegy
© Anna Akhmatova
I have enough treasures from the past
to last me longer than I need, or want.
You know as well as I . . . malevolent memory
won't let go of half of them:
The Gift to Sing
© James Weldon Johnson
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day
I softly sing.
I Wrung My Hands
© Anna Akhmatova
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
-- Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.
The Heart
© Jones Very
There is a cup of sweet or bitter drink,
Whose waters ever o'er the brim must well,
The Plough Of Time
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Night closed my windows and
The sky became a crystal house
The crystal windows glowed
The moon
Epigram. On A Ladys Lace Shown For A Favour
© Thomas Parnell
As Nelly to a chamber got
To take her leave of Ned
Olney Hymn 51: Lively Hope And Gracious Fear
© William Cowper
I was a grovelling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth:
I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.
The Pennycandystore Beyond The El
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
The Joy of Incompleteness
© Anonymous
If all our life were one broad glare
Of sunlight, clear, unclouded;
If all our path were smooth and fair,
By no soft gloom enshrouded;
Number 20
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Breathings Of Spring
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And the leaves greet thee, Spring! the joyous leaves,
Whose tremblings gladden many a copse and glade,
Where each young spray a rosy flush receives,
When thy south-wind hath pierced the whispery shade,
And happy murmurs, running thro' the grass,
Tell that thy footsteps pass.
Seascape With Sun And Eagle
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
flown from the mountains
floated down
far over ocean
where the sunset has begun
a mirror of itself
Sonnet 5: "Those hours, that with gentle work did frame..."
© William Shakespeare
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
