All Poems
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Dreamwork Three
© Jerome Rothenberg
a trembling old man dreams of a chinese garden
a comical old man dreams of newspapers under his rabbi's hat
Self-Portrait
© Robert Creeley
He wants to be
a brutal old man,
an aggressive old man,
as dull, as brutal
as the emptiness around him,
Sweetness
© Stephen Dunn
Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear
one more friend
waking with a tumor, one more maniac
I Love to Do My Homework
© Pierre Reverdy
I love to do my homework,
It makes me feel so good.
I love to do exactly
As my teacher says I should.
Sweeney among the Nightingales
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
W.h.
© Louise Imogen Guiney
1778-1830
Between the wet trees and the sorry steeple,
Keep, Time, in dark Soho, what once was Hazlitt,
Seeker of Truth, and finder oft of Beauty;
“Faith” is fine invention (202)
© Emily Dickinson
“Faith” is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
Against the Evidence
© David Ignatow
As I reach to close each book
lying open on my desk, it leaps up
From This Height
© Tony Hoagland
Cold wind comes out of the white hills
and rubs itself against the walls of the condominium
with an esophogeal vowel sound,
and a loneliness creeps
into the conversation by the hot tub.
from To Alexis In Answer to His Poem Against Fruition
© Aphra Behn
Since man with that inconstancy was born,
To love the absent, and the present scorn
Why do we deck, why do we dress
For such short-lived happiness?
Why do we put attraction on,
Since either way tis we must be undone?
Laodamia
© André Breton
"With sacrifice before the rising morn
Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
And from the infernal Gods, 'mid shades forlorn
Of night, my slaughtered Lord have I required:
Celestial pity I again implore;—
Restore him to my sight—great Jove, restore!"
My Frog Is a Frog
© Jack Prelutsky
My frog is a frog that is hopelessly hoarse,
my frog is a frog with a reason, of course,
my frog is a frog that cannot croak a note,
my frog is a frog with a frog in its throat.
From the House of Yemanjá
© Elizabeth Daryush
All this has been
before
in my mother's bed
time has no sense
I have no brothers
and my sisters are cruel.
Silence
© Billy Collins
There is the sudden silence of the crowd
above a player not moving on the field,
and the silence of the orchid.
from The Task, Book IV: The Winter Evening
© William Cowper
(excerpt)
Hark! ’tis the twanging horn! o’er yonder bridge,
