All Poems
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To a Highland Girl
© André Breton
(At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond)
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
To The Belgians
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Yet when the challenge rang,
" The War-Lord comes ; give room ! "
Fearless to arms you sprang
Against the odds of doom.
The Briny Grave
© Henry Lawson
You wonder why so many would be buried in the sea,
In this world of froth and bubble,
Beneath A Photoraph
© Francis Thompson
Phoebus, who taught me art divine,
Here tried his hand where I did mine;
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56
© Alfred Tennyson
Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation's final law-
Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek'd against his creed-
On the Lawn at the Villa
© Louis Simpson
On the lawn at the villa—
That’s the way to start, eh, reader?
We know where we stand—somewhere expensive—
You and I imperturbes, as Walt would say,
Before the diversions of wealth, you and I engagés.
The Stone Ledge
© Wang Wei
On the stone ledge above the water,
Where willow leaf-tips drink the wine.
If you say the spring breeze has no meaning,
Why does it bring me all these falling flowers?
Love for a Hand
© Ishmael Reed
Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white,
And soon down ladders of reflected light
The sleepers climb in silence. Gradually
They separate on paths of long ago,
Each winding on his arm the unpleasant clew
That leads, live as a nerve, to memory.
The Tragic Condition of the Statue of Liberty
© Bernadette Mayer
A collaboration with Emma Lazarus
Give me your tired, your poor,
The Archbishop And Gil Blas
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I DON'T think I feel much older; I'm aware I'm rather gray,
But so are many young folks; I meet 'em every day.
I confess I 'm more particular in what I eat and drink,
But one's taste improves with culture; that is all it means, I think.
Change
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And this is what is left of youth! . . .
There were two boys, who were bred up together,
The New Faces
© William Butler Yeats
IF you, that have grown old, were the first dead,
Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
Sonnet XXI
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing.
Its careful touch, deciphering forms from shapes,
kitchenette building
© Gwendolyn Brooks
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” makes a giddy sound, not strong
Like “rent,” “feeding a wife,” “satisfying a man.”
Minstrel's Book - Talismans
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
GOD is of the east possess'd,
God is ruler of the west;
Retired Ballerinas, Central Park West
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Retired ballerinas on winter afternoons
walking their dogs
Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,
Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee;
Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my history:
If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
Innocence
© Thomas Traherne
But that which most I wonder at, which most
I did esteem my bliss, which most I boast,
And ever shall enjoy, is that within
I felt no stain, nor spot of sin.
