All Poems
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The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young
© Wilfred Owen
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
From Whose Beauty the Depths Are Lit
© Pierre Reverdy
When one stands before the throne of glory, he begins reciting
To the Sour Reader
© Robert Herrick
If thou dislik’st the piece thou light’st on first,
Think that of all that I have writ the worst;
But if thou read’st my book unto the end,
And still dost this and that verse reprehend,
O perverse man! If all disgustful be,
The extreme scab take thee and thine, for me.
Flower-De-Luce: Giotto's Tower
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How many lives, made beautiful and sweet
By self-devotion and by self-restraint,
Interesting Times
© Mark Jarman
Everything’s happening on the cusp of tragedy, the tip of comedy, the pivot of event.
You want a placid life, find another planet. This one is occupied with the story’s arc:
The Day of Judgment
© Isaac Watts
An Ode Attempted in English Sapphic
When the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury,
And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes
Rushing amain down,
Letter To Sainte-Beuve
© Charles Baudelaire
On the old oak benches, more shiny and polished
than links of a chain that were, each day, burnished
rubbed by our human flesh, we, still un-bearded,
trailed our ennui, hunched, round-shouldered,
Dolcino To Margaret
© Charles Kingsley
The world goes up and the world goes down,
And the sunshine follows the rain;
And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown
Can never come over again,
Sweet wife:
No, never come over again.
The Filling Of The Swamps
© William Henry Ogilvie
Hurrah for the storm-clouds sweeping!
Hurrah for the driving rain!
Lone Gentleman
© Pablo Neruda
The gay young men and the love-sick girls,
and the abandoned widows suffering in sleepless delirium,
and the young pregnant wives of thirty hours,
and the raucous cats that cruise my garden in the shadows,
Early Elegy: Smallpox
© Claudia Emerson
The world has certified itself rid of
all but the argument: to eradicate or not
The Legatee
© Ambrose Bierce
In fair San Francisco a good man did dwell,
And he wrote out a will, for he didn't feel well.
Said he: "It is proper, when making a gift,
To stimulate virtue by comforting thrift."
Thoughts on Imputed Righteousness - Occasioned by Reading Theron and Aspasio : Part III.
© John Byrom
Adam and Eve, by Satan's wiles decoy'd,
Did what the kind Commandment said - avoid.
For three whose reflex was yes
© Richard Jones
Nobody I know is a god. A mother and son
fall into the river's million hands, the river's
Morning
© Charles Harpur
HOW beautiful that earliest burst of light
Which floodeth from the opening eyes of morn,
Song of the Little Cripple at the Street Corner
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Maybe my soul’s all right.
But my body’s all wrong,
All bent and twisted,
All this that hurts me so.
Mountains O' Mourne
© William Percy French
Oh Mary, this Londons a wonderful sight,
With people here workin by day and by night.
