All Poems
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The Dream of a Fire Engine
© Kimiko Hahn
Without the sun filtered through closed eyelids,
without the siren along the service road,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27
© Alfred Tennyson
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
Limerick: There was an old man on the Border
© Edward Lear
There was an old man on the Border,
Who lived in the utmost disorder;
He danced with the cat,
and made tea in his hat,
Which vexed all the folks on the Border.
An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations
© Simon Armitage
Compiling this landmark anthology of poetry in English
about dogs and musical instruments is like swimming through bricks.
A Canadian Summer Evening
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The rose-tints have faded from out of the West,
From the Mountains high peak, from the rivers broad breast.
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t
© Jack Gilbert
I feel horrible. She doesn’t
love me and I wander around
the house like a sewing machine
that’s just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.
In Degree
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THY life is full of motion, perfume, grace;
Mine, a low blossom in a shaded place,
Whereto the zephyrs whisper, only they,
Through the long lapses of the lonesome day.
Christian
© Ambrose Bierce
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo!
The godly multitudes walked to and fro
The Homely Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
Looks as though a cyclone hit him-
Can't buy clothes that seem to fit him;
Sacred And Profane Love
© Alfred Austin
Profane Love speaks
``I am the Goddess mortals call Profane,
Yet worship me as though I were divine;
Over their lives, unrecognised, I reign,
For all their thoughts are mine.
Beowulf (Old English version)
© Pierre Reverdy
Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
Half Border and Half Lab
© Heather McHugh
He saved our sorry
highfalutin souls — the heavens haven't saved a fly. Orion's
canniness who can condone? — that starring story, strapping blade! —
and Sirius is just a Fido joke — no laughter shakes the firmament.
But O the family dog, the Buddha-dog — son of a bitch!
he had a funny bone —
Grass
© Julian Tuwim
Grass, grass up to my knees!
Grow up to the sky
So that there won't seem to be
Any you or I
Sonnet XXX. To The River Arun
© Charlotte Turner Smith
BE the proud Thames of trade the busy mart!
Arun! to thee will other praise belong;
Dear to the lover's and the mourner's heart,
And ever sacred to the sons of song!
Your Brother Has A Falcon
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Your brother has a falcon,
Your sister has a flower;
